A Cliché: Does Size Really Matter?

Mkay, I think I'm-a skip THAT train...Back to the subject at hand, the original purpose to this blog: is bigger really better? Recently, I had a discussion with a close friend of mine who told me that her partner was not that well-endowed. She got worried that he wouldn't be able to please her since it was obvious a few pleasuring inches were missing and the guy was one of the nicest she had dated in a while. But by the next morning, she had come at least five times, as far as she could remember since she passed out the last time. Now some may wonder how in God's green earth is that possible? Simple: he may have a tiny little penis, but he knows exactly what to do with it. Fact of the matter is, gay men have it easy when it comes to sex since however you look at it, both will cum. But when it comes to a woman, the process becomes a little more difficult. What men fail to understand is that there's more to just in and out when it comes to the female body. They all base it on what they see in the pornos. I tuned in "Buffy the Vampire Layer" the other night since "Forrest Hump" had already ended (gotta love Showtime), and that's when I noticed something and this was the same in every other pornos: as soon as he climbs on top of her, she starts moaning. I mean, honestly, you cannot be serious. Yes, granted, all the blood is in your dick, therefore that hinders any capabilities of you rationalizing that this is an act, a movie and that these are "actors". But you're making love or having sex or "chill heavy" or whatever you want to call it, for Gods heavenly mercy. She's a not a toaster you can turn on or off. Connect with her. READ her!!!! What is she thinking? What will she be thinking after this event? Where will she want this to go? Know what you're doing before you get in there so you can please her. You're not supposed to be having jackrabbit sex. You know, pound-pound-pound-pound-pound-pound!!!! That's like masturbating with a woman instead of your hands, which most women do not enjoy and I'm pretty sure is illegal by now. You don't need the twelve-inch tree trunk between your legs. Work with her in there. Find her clitoris. Odds are, it's two inches from where you think it actually is. You may have a tiny little penis but at least you know exactly what to do with it.
The other way of looking at this: sex may not mean everything to you or her or both of you should you be lucky. What may have attracted her in the first place about you could have been your hot personality instead of your nice eyes, big arms, big dick or full scrotum. It could have been the fact that you were the only that noticed her when she was crying; the only one who would listen to her when she really needed someone to be there for her; the only one who knows her better than the guy she actually is with at the moment. When you've accomplished that, you will have fulfilled her even better than you thought was even possible. Call me the eternal optimist for thinking in such ways considering I lived in one of the most cynical cities in the world, where women want to see a blood test and a ATM receipt before even giving you their number. But what's wrong with hope, eh? Keeps a lot of us still going.