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Traversing from here to there and everywhere in between on the WWW, particularly the naughty parts (which, contrary to sexual snobgoblin twaddle, are busy little concourses of activity), there exists a fiction or myth or fantasy –I refuse to believe it is a reality– that most women are “size queens.”
Websites which cater to this particular “fetish” abound and somebody must be making money because there is a veritable plethora of raunch to sift through once you get to looking around.
Are there really hot wives in the real world? Certainly. Hot Wife Allie is certainly proof that they do, indeed, exist and seem to be having one heck of a good time. You go, Allie girl!
Are there really cuckolds? I can’t speak to that, but I sure do love the fantasy. Let me spell that out: F A N T A S Y ! In other words, I would not participate in such a relationship in my real life. I just think it screws with the heart, the spiritual part of us, a little too much to make for good relationship dynamics.
But hot wives or cuckolding or even black on white (interacial sex) are not necessarily terms that are synonymous with women preferring their men to be hung like horses. And if that were the case, a lot of men would be out of the running and many fine fucks down the tube.
As an erotic conversationalist (men do talk of such things) and as a female who has good female friendships (women do talk fo such things), my slant on this “big dick” thing, is that it is more a man’s fantasy than a woman’s. I also speak from experience.
(Oh my! I’m about to get personal here, which is something I rarely do. So pull up a chair and perk up those ears.)
Some of you know that after a major heartbreak when I was in college I went through six months of what I call my “Slut Period.” I won’t bore you with all the details. (If you have me on the phone and ask nicely I might share a few juicy tidbits. Or then again, I might not. Or I might blog about it later. Who knows? You should know by now how I feel about boxes.) But I did have a fling or two with –shall we say– “larger than life” male types. And I found the experience less than satisfactory and quite uncomfortable.
Lesson: Large equipment does not guarantee that the operator knows how to use it.
But in the fantasy world…
Oh, yeah! Let’s make the fuck-stick large and the guy wielding it nasty!
You tell it like it is, Mistress. Wish more would. You have my heart and my imagination and my kinky libido in the palm of your pretty little hand. Love, U Know Hoo
Angela qualifies an authority on this matter, methinks.
This begs the question: is the measure of a man not in his pants, but rather in his wallet?
The measure of a man, beloved Jacob, is in his heart.
The world of porn can certainly challenge a “normal(whatever that is)” man’s ego about size. And then there is the vivid memory of the first day of 7th grade gym class. We were all trying to act cool and not look, but everyone was using their mental rulers and sideways glances to see how we each stacked up. Thank God 7th grade was not the end of my growth spurt, but later in life I realized that more is not always better. Thank you Angela for the affirmation.
[…] Alas, I have to say it again, that as I said the other day, it is the man wielding the tool who makes all the difference in the world. At least to the woman beholding it. […]