...I'll Say Anything When I'm in a Post-Coital Glow

It’s one thing to look at a male organ from the top of a public urinal; kneeling at eye level is something entirely different. In my personal experience, these things pretty much all look and work the same; minor variations on a theme. And it’s certainly not as though I’m complaining about the penises I’ve know and loved; they’ve served me well. But I think I’ve probably maxed out around, say, 6ish? Which, at the time, seemed pretty big to me.

Ummm... not any more.

I’m trying not to let this post devolve into pure porn, but I feel it’s my responsibility to share details here, as this is the part of my post that most people have been referring to in their responses. I’ve had people from Seattle, Dallas, and DC write to me, asking about this very specific detail. Who the hell am I to deny the public what they want?

(And yes, if you’re concerned for his feelings, Mr A gave me his blessing to divulge about his bulge:

Me: Hey, do you mind if I tell everyone on CL how enormous your dong is?
Him: Sure, go ahead.

Honestly, did anyone expect a “no” in this scenario?)

Well, yeah, okay, but in my defense...