Sizing It Up

The age-old question of size came up the other night: does it matter?

Hmmm.

The generous part of me would like to put up the polite front and say "No! Of course not!"

In truth? Yep. Sure does.

Now, before y'all get all up in my grill over that, I have one big revelation: size is both good an bad.

My first lover ever was my on-and-off high school boyfriend. We first hooked up when I was fifteen, tortured each other for a few months, and then became pretty solid when I was around 17. We had sex for the first time when I was just 16 (on the washing machine in his basement... oh, the romance!) and I did. not. en. joy. it. My unfortunate first was big. And for a virgin, he was B-I-G. He couldn't even get in me at first and finally, after finding the pinhole opening that I must've been, he slammed in. I felt a ripping pain and blood gushed out everywhere. S'a good thing we were near the washing machine, 'cause we needed to wash damn near everything around us.

Needless to say, I was pretty hesitant to repeat that. We broke up shortly thereafter, I gained some experience with a smaller guy, and by the time I hooked back up with my first, we were good to go. He was certainly packing, but I loved it. It hurt sometimes if he pressed in too deep, but I even relished that part. Despite our relatively young ages (me 17, him 19), we were pretty creative and I have him to partially thank for my kink today.

I've had plenty of lovers over the years, but honestly, the men that stand out the most were big. My ex-husband was not. And honestly, it was difficult. I had a hard time getting off, though size wasn't the only issue; he was also remarkably uncreative. I asked him to spank me once and he looked horrified. I can't even imagine what he would've done if I suggested a dildo. In fact, my divorce gift to myself was a well-endowed vibrator. Oh, sweet freedom!

When The Bloke first came home with me, we were in an intense make-out session and I felt his hard-on through his khakis. I was astounded. I'd never been with anyone that big, and I even laughed and said "My god, I don't think that'll even fit in me!" He laughed and replied with his confident "Don't worry, it will..." I suppose he already had blind faith in my openness.

The key here, though, is that I love to push the limits of sex; I love to feel stretched wide open and I can orgasm just thinking of that. I'm not an overly sensitive woman; the harder The Bloke chomps on my nipples or clit, the more excited I get. A more delicate woman would have a difficult time accommodating such size; hence my early proclamation. I think most guys think that uberendowed gents can get anyone they want, but it can be seriously intimidating to some women.

Luckily for all parties presently involved, we ain't got such issues. The only problem we have now is that dildos I once thought were large now just seem average. Bugger.