I got a message today from my flower, requesting my number so we could discuss a few things about our tryst. I’m curious to know what he’s wondering, and the anticipation is driving me crazy. Hopefully he’ll call soon so we can sort whatever it is out.

But on another note, I’ve decided I’m more then a little jaded as far as penis size goes. I’d like to believe every man who tells me he’s well-hung actually is, but more and more often, when it comes down to it, I’m sitting there, fighting to keep a look of disappointment from crossing my face and thinking “That’s it? No more? That’s really all there is?” as this man stands there thinking he has the penis of a porn star.

Somewhere along the line, I apparently encountered more and more larger penises then smaller ones, and for me, what might be the larger side of average to most of my friends (and we’ve pretty much all shared a few men between us to be able to make such comparisons) seems just plain small to me.

So please, unless you know for a fact that your penis is much larger then the average, don’t tell me how big you are, how girls love your cock, how you’ve gotten many compliments on size. Because if you ask me, I’ll tell you exactly where you fit into my scale, and you might not like my answer. But do keep in mind, should you ask, that it’s only based on what I’ve seen for myself, not everyone in general, and i seem to have won the size lottery several times over.

I have stolen away with the flower of someone’s virginity, and oddly enough, all I can think of about the whole thing is that is was sweet. A slow, careful, delicate exploration by him of my body. My words only seem to cheapen the experience, an experience no one knows about except the two of us. A tryst hidden in the shadows.

He touched and explored me a bit at a time, feeling, touching, and tasting of my skin as he went. We laughed and made small jokes to ease the tension of his part. And finally, I climbed onto him and guided him inside. Slow, and sweet. Completely out of my style, but it seemed right. After he came, we got rid of all evidence of our coupling, redressed, and went to sleep as though nothing had happened between us.