Size does matter

Paul, a tall and beefy man with sporty good looks. In fact, he seemed to have everything that shout for a good fuck. He was an aggressive man, where by the end of the first date, his hands were already finding his way under my top. I wasn’t turn-off. In fact, I had just broken up with my then-boyfriend, and a week without sex was getting to me.

By the time we were on his bed, things happened real quickly. He took complete charge where I did not have to do anything for him. Not even a blowjob. From the way he was sucking my breasts and going down on me, I knew he was very well-experienced and I was definitely in for a good pampering time.

Giving me a cheeky grin, he inserted just the tip of his dick into me, and then quickly yet gently pulling it out.

I moaned.

The feeling of getting a dick, and yet not. That’s the ultimate tease.

Seeing that I was responding well,  he repeated that for around 5 times. Naughty, isn’t he? I closed my eyes as I savoured the moment and awaited to be pleasured even more.

Then suddenly, he stopped, looked up, and then spoke.

“I’m sorry. I normally can do better than this. I can do for 45 mins to an hour. Must be you. When I see you, I can’t seem to be myself. I get very excited.”

I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me. He’s such a teaser. Was he waiting for me to beg for more? I smiled and closed my eyes again. I was anticipating his next moves. What will it be?

“You want to shower now? ”

HUH?

My eyes were wide open by now. Suddenly I got it.

It has ended - without me feeling anything at all!

You mean that was not the tip, but the whole dick? You mean that was not a tease, but the act of fucking itself? I couldn’t believe the state that I was in.

My eyes roamed down to where his dick was and I almost missed it.

What is that thing hanging over there?

5cm, erected.

I’m not exaggerating. 5cm. Ok. Maximum, 6cm.

“Why? What are you looking at? Are you ok?”

WHY??? He had the nerves to ask me why? Usual shag of 45 mins to an hour? Bullshit. Should be 45 seconds to a minute. And on hindsight, I realised probably why he didn’t ask for a blowjob! It’s the delayed tactic. Not wanting me to stare or laugh at his tiny toothpick (not even worth calling a stick) and get turned off before he cummed!

Anyway, I was badly traumatized to reply him. I washed up quickly, found a reason to leave his house and then texted him once I found back my composure.

“Hey, we didn’t use a condom just now. Bad time. Highly likely that I may get pregnant.”

I was all out to freak him back.

He had too good of a future to be burdened with the mere thought of having kids. I knew he was badly frightened because he spent the next hour travelling around trying to buy me contraceptive pills, which obviously he couldn’t get without a prescription.

Another few hours later, I told him I will never date him again.

He deserved it.  

Size does matter.

It really does.

If yours is small, make sure the girl really loves you before you make out with her.

Else, the next action word that I can think of is: D.I.T.C.H.

Yes, DITCH.