I know, at some point in life you'll be either too good or too bad at something in order to be able to do it; "too" something so to speak is just not good no matter how you look at it.
Neither is "too big". Lubricant, time, patience, all seems to fall short in order to provide my SO, who enjoys sex, any kind of pleasure without pain connected. She hates pain, which is typical, and I fear it is my fault for literally being built the way I am for her woes. I didn't think I was "large" enough; after asking around however it would seem that my true measurements, about 8 x 6, a little larger than that actually but not by much, are quite "enough" to fill most women. Fill, not harm.
I'm really at a loss and am worried; partially because if this keeps up the pleasure of sex will become such an issue that it won't be pleasureable; we'll end up being scientists for the rest of our sex lives trying to find ways to make it either stop hurting or hurt less.
Being smart as I am I figured all the issues that could be problematic on her end, and after a visit to her gyno, every single prospective issue was scratched; it's not her but it really is me. I know it's dumb, but I can't help but feel bad.
I am writing this to log my experience; when I discover my solution I can use this to date how long it took; who'd think my genius would be spent solving sex issues instead of writing computer programs?
May whatever Angel of Insight bless me.
Neither is "too big". Lubricant, time, patience, all seems to fall short in order to provide my SO, who enjoys sex, any kind of pleasure without pain connected. She hates pain, which is typical, and I fear it is my fault for literally being built the way I am for her woes. I didn't think I was "large" enough; after asking around however it would seem that my true measurements, about 8 x 6, a little larger than that actually but not by much, are quite "enough" to fill most women. Fill, not harm.
I'm really at a loss and am worried; partially because if this keeps up the pleasure of sex will become such an issue that it won't be pleasureable; we'll end up being scientists for the rest of our sex lives trying to find ways to make it either stop hurting or hurt less.
Being smart as I am I figured all the issues that could be problematic on her end, and after a visit to her gyno, every single prospective issue was scratched; it's not her but it really is me. I know it's dumb, but I can't help but feel bad.
I am writing this to log my experience; when I discover my solution I can use this to date how long it took; who'd think my genius would be spent solving sex issues instead of writing computer programs?
May whatever Angel of Insight bless me.