How often do we hear the phrase that “size doesn’t matter”?
Let’s be honest, that’s bollocks.
I was reminded of this a) by reading I fucked two guys on christmas night (the men in question apparently had 8″ dicks) and b) by buying my Wife the wrong size underwear for Xmas. (Thankfully it was too small, not too large – we both know we both need to loose weight, get fit and have more sex in 2012).
Before all the girls shake their heads in despair, I did my research – I knew Her bra size, and dress size, and knicker size, and how tall She is. But parenting has not been kind to our waistlines, and almost nothing I’d bought Her fitted. Unsurprisingly, after childbirth, my Wife has developed a bit of a belly (and for the record, so have I, but that’s obviously down to other factors) and neither the suspended belt, panties, thong nor torsolette (when did basques become torsolettes, or am I missing some vital detail of distinction) had any real chance of fitting, and unsurprisingly (if you believe the claims of most lingerie shops, that most women are wearing the wrong size bra) looking at Her lovely tits, held by the new lace, I’d say She’s a C-cup, not a B-cup as She’s been wearing. So it’s all going back to the shop, and She can get sized up properly.
The up side of my error was twofold. I bought items that were too small – the theoretical translation being “of course I don’t think your fat darling” as opposed to “you’re not as fat as I thought darling”. Brownie points for me. And having opened her present my Wife told me She was feeling “so horny” and wanted to “fuck” me. I use the quote marks because these are words I have hardly heard Her use in years, if ever. Such has been our flagging sex life. The underwear was intended to say to her “I know we’ve not been doing so well in the bedroom for a long time, or rather we’ve not really been doing anything in the bedroom for a long time, but I still like to think of you sexually, I want you to think about yourself sexually, and I want us to think about Us sexually.” and by jove it seemed to work. She felt horny, She wanted to fuck me, and I think we both enjoyed us fucking. But she wasn’t wearing her new lingerie, and I’m quite sure we would rather she had been. Size is important.
Looking at the more traditional subject matter of the “size doesn’t matter” fallacy, ladies, I ask you, given the choice between an expert lover with a large cock, and exactly the same lover with a small cock, which do you really want in your pussy? In A Dissolute Life Means‘ Xmas tale, both her accomplices had 8″ cocks. If she had not thought this significant, why mention it? If the length of a dick were not important, why do we all think “cock” when we hear “six inches”? Why do vibrators range from tiny finger sized strokers to eye watering dilators? Size matters.
I should say at this point, I do not have a large cock. Though I’ve never really known the most legitimate way to measure it. Not that I have done so on a regular basis. Please, dear reader, please do not assume I am that insecure. But should one measure it along the top or bottom? The skin around the base of my cock curves as my shaft joins my body and/or ball sack – is it cheating to press the ruler against this curve and gain an all important half inch of self esteem? I don’t know. And frankly I don’t care. Although I have not looked this up recently, I believe that, according to Kinsey’s research, my dick is a little less than average size – somewhere around 5.5″ in length, and around the same in girth. I am average. OK. I know my dick has served both my lovers and I quite well, so I do not cry myself to sleep. Certainly my co-fuckers have never complained about my tiny pee-pee (though that particular ego assault would almost doubtless reduce it’s size still further and be counter productive when there was a cunt that needed to be filled to capacity irrespective of the tool at hand). And continuing the adage that “it’s how you use it” seems to have worked in our favours as my partners have (I think with one possible exception) all orgasmed regularly as a result of being penetrated by my nominally diminutive cock.
But would I like an extra couple of inches? Damn right I would! I’m not greedy, I don’t want a 12″ ovary thumper. But the fact that both I and the women I have fucked largely seemed to enjoy the process more when we used positions more conducive to deeper penetration confirms the validity of my desire to be able to penetrate deeper, especially when in a more relaxed position. I have no intention of using a penis enlarging pump, and certainly would not consider penis enlargement surgery (or at least not till it is a truly perfect process) but size does matter.
On the other side of the fence, most men would opt for at least medium sized tits to fondle. I’m not suggesting no one likes small tits, I’d rather be presented with a pair of B-cups than DD-cups, but again pretty much all of us have a preference. So size does matter. How many women have breast enlargements? Or reductions? Size matters.Β (On a related issue, if women are most generally not condemned for elective breast surgery, as it helps with self esteem, why do men get mocked or slammed as egotistical and overly concearned with alpha male sexuality if they want a bigger cock?)
But “why” matters not. What does matter is size. I’m not suggesting big is always best, but lets be honest, small usually isn’t.
And on that note, I’m off to make my member a little larger … if only for a few minutes.