Sensual Small Penis Humiliation

Sensual small penis humiliation, who knew it was a thing?  There’s a good reason for all you girls to never fall in love long distance. You run the risk of falling for a man with a teeny tiny cock. Believe me. I should know.

Once, after having a hot long-distance thing with this guy, I started dating him, or I planned to start. After I met him, and we got naked, I was – well let’s just say – disappointed. Sucking his cock was like sucking on my lipstick tube. I’m not even a size queen, but sometimes size really does matter!

Honestly, I used to think that the most embarrassing sexual situation I had ever been in was when I had a one-night stand on vacation in Jamaica and the guy was so big he couldn’t go all the way inside me, even with tons of foreplay and tons of lube. I considered myself deep, but not 13 inches worth of deep. We ended up sixty nining all night instead. As I said, I thought that would be the most embarrassing thing that ever happened. I was wrong.

Guys with a Tiny Penis Should Wear A Sign of Warning

I had no idea when I met him that he would have such a small penis. We met during a six-hour layover in an overseas airport. I was alone, he was alone, and we struck up a conversation. We were pleasantly surprised to find that we both lived in New York City, just across town from one another. By the time our respective flights arrived, we had decided to exchange email addresses and phone numbers. I

flew home and he flew off to some far-flung business deal. We kept in touch. I had just ended it with a guy I had dated about a year and he said that he hadn’t been in a serious relationship in quite a while. I should’ve known there was a good reason why he didn’t date much. There was nothing physically about him or anything in his demeanor that said “Man with a very small cock.” Because of our business schedules, it took a few months to get back together. By that time, he and I had written lots of emails and spent hours on the phone together.

So he called me almost the moment he was back in New York and asked me to have dinner with him. I readily said yes and began planning what I would wear for our first date. I had no doubt that we would end up fucking at some point that night, whether it be at his place, my place or in the backseat of the cab, it was going to happen.

I chose what I wore carefully. I wanted something sexy, but not slutty. Something discreetly easy to get out of, but not made with Velcro. I decided on a little black mini dress with black pumps, black really makes my big blue eyes stand out.

Finding Out the Truth about Him Having a Small Penis

As it turned out, he picked me up in a limo. He smiled sheepishly as he kissed my cheek lightly. “I hate cabs in the city,” he said. I got in and made myself comfortable. He poured me some champagne and we toasted our meeting again. He told me he was taking me to an Italian restaurant he loved in Jersey so we had a bit of a ride.

I had another glass of champagne. Soon we were making out right there in the back of the limo. One thing led to another and I found myself reaching out to stroke his cock through his pants. I stopped abruptly when I didn’t feel anything. I pulled away and felt again. I finally felt his small cock struggling to get hard. “Wow, you’re”¦not packing very much down there”¦” I tried not to smile. “I’m sorry,” he said, blushing.

“It’s okay, I guess, but you have a tiny, small penis!” I said and laughed. “It barely fills my hand.” I was still hopeful and continued to stroke it, trying to see how big it could get. I wondered if he actually felt what I was doing. It was difficult to think that the little cock could really come with any gusto. He thanked me, sounding relieved.

After that, he was all over me, but the problem was, I wasn’t into him anymore. I mean he’s a nice guy and all, but he couldn’t satisfy me with a cock that small. I asked him if he got any bigger when he was hard, but I needn’t have asked; the answer was literally in my hand.

Since I had never had a man with such a small penis before, I decided to give him a chance. We had dinner and then messed around in the limo again as we drove home. That’s when I discovered that blowing him was easier than it should have been. Later, in bed at his place, I told him I was ready for him to fuck me and he said he already was.

I couldn’t help but giggle. By the end, I knew he would never be the man for me. Sick of waiting for it grow or for him to figure out that his fingers would be better than that teeny weeny, I slipped out of bed, giggled again, grabbed my clothes and left. Needless to say, I never went out with him again, but I did tell all my friends about him, just in case!

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