The bull said to Her, "Ask your husband, he'll know, believe me he has measured it."

Lately, all of my inadequate feelings have largely dissipated since i have felt the most competent as a lover as i have ever felt. Clearly, in the last two months, S has had more orgasms than perhaps in the last 10 years. Okay, that is a sad statement, but true. And, i won't beat myself up over it because if i knew better, i would have done better. Now, i know better and am doing better. And, i intend to get better and better.
Which brings us to last night. i pulled out the measuring tape and S was standing right there. She was definitely interested. i made myself as hard as i could. Looking down at the tape, it read 5". But S then said, "Honey, measure it correctly, you do not have the tape at the end of your penis." So, sheepishly, i put the tape where it should be at the base of my cock, yes the top side, and it read 4.75". S declared, "I see it as four and three-quarters inches, is that what you see?" A dejected "yes" was all i could muster.
i couldn't help but think about this as i fell asleep. And, when i woke and saw the measuring tape on my counter, i was reminded again of this stark experience. i suspect it is all more important to me than S. i believe Her when She says She loves my dick, and more importantly now, Her toy.
So, i guess we will see if indeed size matters. And, most importantly to me, does it matter to S.
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