When I first started dating boys, I never had anal sex with them, which I know must be a big surprise for most of you who know me. I had my first kiss when I was 17 years old and didn't finally engage in anal intercourse until I was 20 and a half years old. Between my first kiss and my first dick in my ass, I never wanted to have sex with boys and thought I would be fine having oral sex until I finally found a boyfriend. For some reason I thought saving myself until I had my first boyfriend would make me happier, but I was obviously retarded. Part of the reason why I held back on saving myself was because almost every man I met had a really huge dick. It got to the point where I was looking up male-enlargement tablets because I thought my penis size was well below average. However, I finally saw an Asian penis and it lifted the weight off my shoulders.
After I finally lost my virginity, I began making more trips around the block than the mail man. I had black men, brown men, yellow men, and men of all other colors of the rainbow. With all the sex I've had, I'd be more than happy to tell everyone that size does not matter. I've had huge black men who had big dicks and didn't even know what to do with them. Conversely, I've had men of average-penises who have showed me the time of my life. However, I have met men who are littler than average, and they also happen to be a part of the group of men I've decided never to call back.
Living in San Francisco, I had no trouble finding a man over 7 inches. In fact, it was almost as if they were the only ones I attracted. Thank you, happy hour. Since I've moved to Australia, I've been finding a fair share of well-endowed men, but at the same time, my little-penis encounters have increased since I've gotten here. The first time it happened to me was when I was at a night club, drunk, obviously, and this brown boy came up to me to dance with me. He was pretty cute and he had his shirt off so I can see that he had a nice body. I kissed him, which lead to us further making out for the next 4 songs or so. He stopped kissing me and led me to a separate lobby where people could basically do whatever they wanted. We continued to make out and he took my hand and shoved it down his pants. His penis turned out to be something close to the girth of a #2 pencil. I stopped kissing him, laughed, and walked back to the dance floor.
My second little-penis encounter happened at the same club, but unfortunately I didn't find out about his mini-me until it was too late. I remember dancing next to an attractive man in a white shirt and I was trying to get his attention. Luckily, I didn't have to do much because after a few minutes of dancing where I knew he would see me, he patted my ass. I turned around pretending to be offended and he leaned towards my ear and said, "Sorry, I can't help myself." I started dancing towards him, smiling and put my hands on his shoulders. After a few seconds, I lightly hit him in the groin and said, "Sorry, I can't help myself." I turned around and walked a few steps in front of him and continued to dance like the drunk ass I am. He came up from behind me and started grinding on me. After a while, he told me he was going home and I asked him if I could come, to which he said yes. We got into his dorm room-like apartment and immediately began getting hot and heavy. I'm not going to lie, this guy is about 6'0 and kinda fit, so I expected his penis to be nothing short of 7 inches. When he pulled down his pants, it was 5 inches. I understand that 5 inches is considered average size, but it wasn't enough for me. I felt like a porn star who gave up her whorish career for someone boring like Donald Trump.
My third and worst little-penis encounter happened at the same club as the other two, so obviously I need to find a new favorite club. I was entering the club, drunk as usual, so I felt like I was the baddest bitch in town. I had been walking past this one dark boy a few times. I can tell he wasn't the fittest guy, but he definitely had some muscle underneath his fatty layer, which I still appreciate. Back home in San Francisco, I'm so used to those ghetto black boys and associating them with big penises. I looked at this husky boy and saw exactly that. He had that confident walk and every time I passed by he cocked his head up to let me know he was acknowledging me. I wanted to giggle like a little Japanese schoolgirl every time he did it. Finally, I made my way to the dance floor and he was walking towards me. I looked at him and he looked at me. When I passed by him he gave me the sexiest smack on my ass. I'm not talking about those baseball game pats on the ass. He gave me a smack so good, it practically said, "I'm going to make you my bitch." I did my usual pre-hookup routine of dancing with him and going to his house. We made it to his bedroom, got naked and I was faced with the most embarrassing thing a man could ever have attached to his body, besides red pubic hair. I was laying on my stomach with my face looking at the head of the bed. I felt one of his hands on my my left ass cheek and with the other, he began to finger me. Personally, I hate being fingered because most guys usually go in with a dry finger and it irritates me. Before he started fingering me for too long, I asked him to stop and he said, "I'm not..." I looked back and saw that his left hand was on my ass cheek and his other hand was holding his shirt up. Obviously, he was trying to penetrate me, but was too small to do that. I asked him if he could put a condom on first so he got up to go get one. I flipped over on my back and he came back to the bed, starting to open the condom. I couldn't go through this again, so I just said, "I'm too tired for this. How about we do this in the morning?" He agreed and we fell asleep.
When the morning came, I woke up and started to put my clothes on. As I started to put my jacket on, I heard him waking up and he said "Where you going?" I told him I was going to the bathroom and he said, "Then, why are you putting on your hat and jacket?" I told him I was cold and my hair is embarrassing. Luckily, he was naked so he couldn't get out of his room. I exited his room and closed the door behind me. I saw that the bathroom was in front of me but I decided then that the best thing to do was leave. I closed the bathroom door in front of me so he would think I was inside the bathroom. I made my way to the front door and ran for the elevator as soon as I heard the door close behind me. By the time I had left the building, I get a text from dark boy saying, "You forgot to have sex with me." I texted him back saying, "You forgot to bring your penis home."
After I finally lost my virginity, I began making more trips around the block than the mail man. I had black men, brown men, yellow men, and men of all other colors of the rainbow. With all the sex I've had, I'd be more than happy to tell everyone that size does not matter. I've had huge black men who had big dicks and didn't even know what to do with them. Conversely, I've had men of average-penises who have showed me the time of my life. However, I have met men who are littler than average, and they also happen to be a part of the group of men I've decided never to call back.
Living in San Francisco, I had no trouble finding a man over 7 inches. In fact, it was almost as if they were the only ones I attracted. Thank you, happy hour. Since I've moved to Australia, I've been finding a fair share of well-endowed men, but at the same time, my little-penis encounters have increased since I've gotten here. The first time it happened to me was when I was at a night club, drunk, obviously, and this brown boy came up to me to dance with me. He was pretty cute and he had his shirt off so I can see that he had a nice body. I kissed him, which lead to us further making out for the next 4 songs or so. He stopped kissing me and led me to a separate lobby where people could basically do whatever they wanted. We continued to make out and he took my hand and shoved it down his pants. His penis turned out to be something close to the girth of a #2 pencil. I stopped kissing him, laughed, and walked back to the dance floor.
My second little-penis encounter happened at the same club, but unfortunately I didn't find out about his mini-me until it was too late. I remember dancing next to an attractive man in a white shirt and I was trying to get his attention. Luckily, I didn't have to do much because after a few minutes of dancing where I knew he would see me, he patted my ass. I turned around pretending to be offended and he leaned towards my ear and said, "Sorry, I can't help myself." I started dancing towards him, smiling and put my hands on his shoulders. After a few seconds, I lightly hit him in the groin and said, "Sorry, I can't help myself." I turned around and walked a few steps in front of him and continued to dance like the drunk ass I am. He came up from behind me and started grinding on me. After a while, he told me he was going home and I asked him if I could come, to which he said yes. We got into his dorm room-like apartment and immediately began getting hot and heavy. I'm not going to lie, this guy is about 6'0 and kinda fit, so I expected his penis to be nothing short of 7 inches. When he pulled down his pants, it was 5 inches. I understand that 5 inches is considered average size, but it wasn't enough for me. I felt like a porn star who gave up her whorish career for someone boring like Donald Trump.
My third and worst little-penis encounter happened at the same club as the other two, so obviously I need to find a new favorite club. I was entering the club, drunk as usual, so I felt like I was the baddest bitch in town. I had been walking past this one dark boy a few times. I can tell he wasn't the fittest guy, but he definitely had some muscle underneath his fatty layer, which I still appreciate. Back home in San Francisco, I'm so used to those ghetto black boys and associating them with big penises. I looked at this husky boy and saw exactly that. He had that confident walk and every time I passed by he cocked his head up to let me know he was acknowledging me. I wanted to giggle like a little Japanese schoolgirl every time he did it. Finally, I made my way to the dance floor and he was walking towards me. I looked at him and he looked at me. When I passed by him he gave me the sexiest smack on my ass. I'm not talking about those baseball game pats on the ass. He gave me a smack so good, it practically said, "I'm going to make you my bitch." I did my usual pre-hookup routine of dancing with him and going to his house. We made it to his bedroom, got naked and I was faced with the most embarrassing thing a man could ever have attached to his body, besides red pubic hair. I was laying on my stomach with my face looking at the head of the bed. I felt one of his hands on my my left ass cheek and with the other, he began to finger me. Personally, I hate being fingered because most guys usually go in with a dry finger and it irritates me. Before he started fingering me for too long, I asked him to stop and he said, "I'm not..." I looked back and saw that his left hand was on my ass cheek and his other hand was holding his shirt up. Obviously, he was trying to penetrate me, but was too small to do that. I asked him if he could put a condom on first so he got up to go get one. I flipped over on my back and he came back to the bed, starting to open the condom. I couldn't go through this again, so I just said, "I'm too tired for this. How about we do this in the morning?" He agreed and we fell asleep.
When the morning came, I woke up and started to put my clothes on. As I started to put my jacket on, I heard him waking up and he said "Where you going?" I told him I was going to the bathroom and he said, "Then, why are you putting on your hat and jacket?" I told him I was cold and my hair is embarrassing. Luckily, he was naked so he couldn't get out of his room. I exited his room and closed the door behind me. I saw that the bathroom was in front of me but I decided then that the best thing to do was leave. I closed the bathroom door in front of me so he would think I was inside the bathroom. I made my way to the front door and ran for the elevator as soon as I heard the door close behind me. By the time I had left the building, I get a text from dark boy saying, "You forgot to have sex with me." I texted him back saying, "You forgot to bring your penis home."
:( this made me sad for the lil boy fingering u.
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