Dating hung huge
Look, I realize that you might be thinking “I’d trade places with him in a heartbeat” but I’m here to tell you the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. I’ve learned a lot of guys treat them like trading cards when you’re hung. I always try to keep my “secret” under wraps until it’s absolutely necessary to do otherwise. Instead, I just don’t want “it” to be the main topic of conversation. But once the moment arrives for us to do the nasty (usually after a date or two), I’ll be damned if I don’t hear something like, “Oh wow, are you sure you want to date me? I could care less if a guy has a fat schlong, honest.
I say this because when you are good looking and packing really large, the perceived advantages can quickly turn into real negatives. But that doesn’t stop some of my dates from making assumptions. Related: I’m a power bottom that can’t top Sure, giggle at this one if you want but it’s true. I end up servicing him and get a glorified hand job in return. Just a few weeks ago, I went to a house party on a date with someone I’ve been casually seeing. It was like I was the main attraction at the carnival or something. However, once they start playing the game of comparisons, it just kills it in the cradle. I know it’s meant as a compliment but it’s actually kind of insulting.
Well, here’s a NSFW link that you can check out for yourself that gives you an idea of my size. Once I began to mingle, it became abundantly clear that my date had bragged to his friends about my “hugeness”.
While most men might consider that kind of wattage a blessing, I’ve come to think of it as a curse. For those of you who are “average” size, you don’t know how good you’ve got it! When I asked why he talked about this with his buds, he replied, “I only told two people.” “Gee, two huh? He didn’t tell them anything else about me; like the type of work I do or my background in chemistry. Related: Your selfies aren’t as private as you think That’s why I never text my private pics anymore.
It’s like that whole Inception thing, when Arthur says, “I say to you, don’t think about elephants. ” And Saito says, “Elephants.” Do what you need to do to not think about elephants. If you do missionary position, keep your legs closer together, it will slow him down (and feel pretty good, too.) Plus: 19 Awesome Things To Say After Sex I’m going to give you a phrase to keep in your back pocket (even though you will surely not be wearing pants at this point): “Not so deep.” It’s all you have to say.
From her first moment, Katie lets that freak flag fly higher than any other.
She’s never met an inhibition she didn’t release to the wind.
I am legitimately kind of confused by this line of questioning.
This XKCD basically sums up my view on penises: As a bisexual woman, this obsession with genitals seems… I mean, I guess I get it to some degree, but it also seems kind of “5 year old unwilling to try broccoli.” I feel like, if I’m into someone, my default attitude to whatever junk they’re rocking is “ok, let’s give that a whirl.” I’m never really for anything, and I don’t think the shape, size, or type of someone else’s genitals has ultimately influenced the amount of sexual pleasure I’ve been able to have with them.
The worst thing anyone’s privates could ever be is an engineering problem in compatibility.