Or more than a handful of flesh I mistook for a six month old infant.
I love it when men ask me ‘what do you do for fun’ because I get to give them a list of obscure hobbies that occupy my time from which I derive pleasure. Of course they mean ‘sex’ because yes sex is fun however they sometimes forget that I am on the receiving end and there is nothing fun about trying to take eight inches of circumference in the tuchus.
I enjoy anal sex, it is not a hobby, but I might not enjoy anal sex with you.
I know boohoo right, this ‘poor’ guy is packing so much extra meat his mother thought she gave birth to twins and named them both. And as much as I can enjoy the moment of throbbing fear running through my crotch at the site of it, there are just some things that you know will be more challenging than pleasurable.
Yes we ladies are competitive even with ourselves, some cock requires us to walk around, figure out the logistics and do the math: Cock inches – vaginal canal + cervix location / lubrication = depth mounting position. Ever see a fat girl try to get her ass into skinny jeans? Cock is no different; if the man is right oh we will find a way to make that thing fit, we are built to give birth. I can certainly make my pussy work both ways!
This goes for small cock too; I do not enjoy having to explain to someone that my favourite position really depends on the cock, its reach and its abilities. It can sound as though I am making a back alley transaction asking if ‘this is the good shit’ when really I’m not.
I know that men want to hear me say that I love cock, all cock and every cock be it in my hand, in my mouth, between my tits, in my ass or parked deep within my vestibule but I just cannot lie to them. I am not saying size matters in that I would turn a man down with average or below average size because I wouldn’t. What I mean is there are cocks out there that require I eat carbs, do some yoga and put the oil can on the night stand.
And when they ask ‘what I like to do for fun’ I have no idea what I am about to be working with – yes for all the complaints about penis shots there is an upside to having one: I know I will be needing an ice pack when I am done.
Pre-emptively I might have to take some ibuprofen before he shows up so I can walk right in two days.
Post Script for Kdaddy: he wrecked my shit. I needed two days to recover and the glorious bastard did it again a week later. Please stop congratulating him I might have to resort to cuddling to make him stop. *wink