Only One Way

We may screw it all up....

We may end up hurting each other...

Or...

We could really end up

Rocking each others world...

Either way babe...

there's really only one way to find out...

Penis Size

Penis size.

I know the topics as stales as a mouldy burger in a smelly, rotten fridge, but I'm bringing it up anyway.

It matters... especially to the men themselves.


Women generally swear that it doesn't. They say they don't mind men with tiny penises. It's the love that counts. Or at least, the skill. Great things still can be done by if wield your equipment well enough, even if it's just a toothpick (ouch...) It really does feel like a case of women just doing the kind thing in not totally and utterly destroying our egos. They are very much the kinder sex. You'll be hard pressed to ever find a woman openly admitting that size does matter. So far, I've only come across one woman (albeit only virtually) who has been completely honest and blunt about it.

But I'll tell you who it really matters most to. Men themselves.

Men handle their penis on a daily basis. We are intimately familiar with it. And size penis size is mostly pre-destined the day you were born into either a well hung African family with penises that look like batons or a southernly-challenged Oriental family with penises that look like really short chopsticks. Men spend most of their puberty years and early adulthood learning how to live with their pre-destined equipment. Big, long, thick, straight, curve, short, thin or crooked, we live with it, protect it, and even try to be proud of it. Defending its stature is literally defending our manhood.

Our brains are hardwired; penis size = how manly I am. If you see a strong, muscular, dominant alpha male, you'd never imagine he'd have a tiny penis. On the other hand, tiny, weak, geeky, submissive beta males with tiny penises are perfectly imaginable. Alpha males get the women. Beta males don't. And since all men want to be the alpha male, we all want a big, bad ass penis that we can proudly unveil as the pants start dropping.

So when you see the picture of it honey, please remember to see the captions that came with it.


*Objects appears smaller than they are in real life.*

And if you ever see it in real life, here's the caption for it

*Shrinks while cold & limp. Rub & kiss to expand*

:-P

Cheers everyone.

After The Fuck

Have you ever noticed how before you have sex, sex seem like such a big deal. You really feel like you could just die if you don't get some right now. You see a beautiful woman, and you want her, you hear a sexy voice and you want her. Your mind gets consumed by it.You think about the possible candidates you know that just my jump into bed for a short romp with you, and even the most unlikely ones get considered, like maybe your semi-blood related cousin, that girl you exchange dirty emails with, or the cute girl from next door.

And then you get some... and during sex, it really is the most fucking awesome thing you will experience in your life. You're spanking her ass, thrusting hard and giving it to her doggy style and you think to yourself "Oh-My-Fucking-God, I want to have sex 24hrs a day every day." And that thought just gets truer and truer the closer you are to climax.

Climax (or Orgasm) of course just feels like "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck FUCK YEAH!"

And then the whole things done and you just lie around in Post Coitus bliss for a while, smooching each other, smiling and just wanting to doze off into wonderland.

And then there's the next day.. and everything seems so... well... normal. You see a woman bend over, and the sight of her cleavage doesn't make you want to go jerk off in the bathroom right that instant. You can talk to that girl across the street without imagining her naked. Everything seems less sexed up. You wonder how you ever get so charged up about porn, or getting laid or having a threesome. After all, sex isn't everything in this life.

Of course, we only ever say or think that way after we've just gotten some... or if we get it regularly.

Men always get a bad rap for being horny. If a man openly talks about a sexy women, women roll their eyes and call them perverts. When women openly confess how hot Taylor Lautners abs are, it's supposed to be fine! Men don't roll their eyes in response because, well, we don't have Taylor Lautner's abs.

We're all sexual perverts in one way or another. We are all governed / motivated by our sexual desire. Some have strong impulses, some not so. I will be the first to admit that my sexual desires have let me to places, and made me do things I cannot speak about openly. And I know this is true for almost every normal, functional, sexual human adult.

If you're horny, is it so hard to admit it and be proud of it? It means you're not dysfunctional.

(I am of course, horny as I write this.)

Cheers everybody.