Nobody's dick has ever impressed me. There have been several men who have impressed me, some of whom had small dicks. Here, I'll tell you about my favorite of those smaller endowed men.
First of all, his body was exactly my type. To the letter. I like huge shoulders, muscular arms and legs, and a small potbelly. That is honestly my favorite body type. Like someone who was maybe an athlete a long time ago, and now has gotten just a little pudgy, but is still really powerful. Love that.
He made me wait. We discussed that we were meeting up because of mutual attraction, interests, and humor, that neither of us was interested in romance, and that it would primarily be a sexual relationship. Still, despite my clear interest in fucking him, he wouldn't even kiss me for a month. Just as I had given up and thought we were platonic friends, it exploded.
He was ravenous. He couldn't get enough. He tried things with me his ex had begged him to try. (When they got back together, she wanted to meet me because we wanted to remain friends, and I guess she wanted to be sure I wouldn't be a threat. Anyway, he begged me to make sure to never tell her certain things we did if it ever came up. Not that I was willing to discuss those kinds of details with her anyway. Ew.) He took his time. He could sense what I needed to feel, and when. I could sense the same for him. We just clicked. He wasn't afraid to laugh with me if something awkward happened, like when he bumped his head on the stone window sill, or when I fell off the bed. I wish our sexual relationship could have lasted longer.
