Female And Size Does Matter- Is That Wrong?

[trulybig]

Trulybig it is OK to share this as I will be interested in hearing others’ thoughts if they comment. I have enjoyed communicating with you too here privately. Although I don’t seek to meet others, you and my husband share similar builds where it counts (laugh) and so I never really get to know of guy’s opinions versus my girlfriends.

I don’t know how many women are on this site. I read a few of your stories, saw your posted pictures which rival my husband and I thought I would tell you my story as I am a female who does find penis size to make a significant difference in sexual pleasure.

I am a tall woman, a shade under 6’, now entering my mid-40. I know psychologically because of my height and build I prefer a man that I am intimate with to be taller than me. I eventually came to the awareness that I preferred that height accompanied by a big endowment. I know many women say a big penis makes no difference sexually. Maybe it is the appearance or a combination with me needing the man to be taller than me, and big physically everywhere with a confident dominant style. I don’t mean like a dominant person with whips, chains, or that type. I just mean where I feel physically overwhelmed with him looking and being a masculine man. But, a big especially long penis feels much better to me and provides a visual image of real male sexuality. If a man is small below it just does not match that real manly aspect when I see it.

I was tall for my age from early years on. I am sure that had a psychological impact because I also happen to be a very attractive woman especially, if I dare say “Hot” earlier in life. Despite my height, I also was feminine and dare I say again “sexy”? I liked dressing up to look my best and wearing high heels enhances my appearancewhich can add to me standing around 6’1”. So I would stand out in a crowd and had to get use to that. It always felt right to me if I dated that the boy/man be taller than me although that didn’t always happen. However, sometimes in high school people would joke if I went out with a boy shorter than myself. Plus, physically, I felt a man should be what I defined as a real man, tall, muscular, and well-endowed. Yes, when I had those rare opportunities of seeing a man naked, the ones with bigger penises appeared more masculine and attractive to me than those with little ones. A tall built man with a small penis just ruined the whole image for me. I apologize if some see that as wrong for me to say.

My first sexual experience (I won’t say what age) was I think where some of my thoughts about how a male is built started influencing me. Of course, there were times like I said where maybe I got a glimpse of a naked guy, but believe it or not I am not certain on that growing up. Anyway, this boy and I fooled around and he was the first where I saw up close and personal an erect penis. To say it was a disappointment is an understatement. I know us girls would sometimes talk and I even remember reading a few dirty books. From what I read or our talks, I thought an erect penis would be real big, kind of scary, and could hurt. Instead, my boyfriend (if we want to call this first person that) when I saw it, almost the opposite impression was true. Is this what every woman is afraid of the first time? His organ fit entirely in my hand (well I do have big hands…laugh), it was like the length of a tampon, and I didn’t get what all the fuss was about. The sex was not only painless but I hardly felt anything.

In college I had several similar sexual encounters that were just OK. I learned these were average sized men overall. But the first time I had sex with someone very well endowed, he was actually several inches shorter than me. In fact, I remember the first time I saw him naked it surprised me because I always thought a man’s penis would be smaller if he was short in height. Dumb of me I guess. I also discovered at the college age dating him that I had a deep vagina and liked the feeling of his long penis compared to my prior experiences. The sex felt great but again with him being shorter than me I knew deep down he was not psychologically satisfying to me as a date or partner. I needed a penis like his attached to a man taller and a bit more physically imposing. However, I ignored some of these thoughts eventually with my first marriage.

I met my husband when introduced by a friend of mine. He was my height and what you would call and up and comer in the business world. Early in our relationship we had a lot of fun together as he had money to spend, had some impressive people connections, and we liked some of the same activities like skiing, clubbing, etc. However, the first time we had sex I was a bit disappointed because he was just another of an average size in his endowment. Now, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t bad sex, but he didn’t reach that deep spot that felt good to me. It didn’t seem to matter as much to me though at the time. I thought I was in love, maybe I was, or maybe the idea of being married was exciting when he proposed just a few months later. I am not sure what I thought sexually but likely that there was something wrong with me.

We married and had a decent five years although in reality our marriage was probably crumbling almost from the start and I ignored all the signs of that over the next several years. He did have a drinking problem and our sex life was just not that great. I think a significant event happened, several years into our marriage that also made it worse. I always tried to be adventuresome with my husband including trying to be a sexual partner, spontaneous, risky such as outdoors, open-minded, etc. However, one day he came home with a “surprise.” He had purchased a 9” dildo. Sometimes when we would have sex I might have said, “Deeper” or moved to try and bring him deeper and combined with the drinking there would be times when he had problems staying hard. He would get frustrated and so with the “surprise” he commented maybe this will help. He wanted to watch me masturbate with it. He was very insistent and I thought maybe turning him on was the way to go. So, I remember rubbing my clit, showing myself off while he sat watching me and jacking himself off. I inserted the dildo and easily was able to accommodate almost all immediately. As I got more turned on I was able to get it all inside and it felt so good. It had fake balls and that was pressed against the entrance to my vagina. When the back of my vagina is stretched there definitely is a lot of stimulation and it can set me off into an orgasm and the long dildo had that effect. Quite frankly I had forgotten until that moment just how good that felt to me. However, instead of turning him on he got real upset after I had an obvious orgasm. I remember his getting very angry and taking the dildo and holding it on his body next to his penis and said, “How am I to compete with that.” Now the difference in that 9” dildo compared to his penis was startling. I mean it was a good 3” longer but for whatever reason looked twice as long. I guess it is an illusion but I had never seen a side-by-side visual aspect like that before. I tried to console him saying his size didn’t matter but he just threw the dildo almost at me, turned around and left. The truth was size did matter and I knew it as a reminder from that every experience but it wasn’t the only issue of course.

Over the next year I knew our marriage was over and not just because of that sexual incident. There were plenty of other issues. But, I was afraid to divorce and we went to marital counseling. He threatened me, however, not to discuss our sex life in any detail during our sessions. Finally, entering our 7th year of marriage I had enough. It was not a pleasant divorce, I got taken advantage of financially, and there were some emotional issues that remain even until today.

 

[trulybig]

One thing I did get to keep was the dildo (laugh). I think to be honest; it made me realize that beside my physical needs of who is an attractive and a correct match for me in height and appearance, I also knew they would have to have a very long similar endowment to really satisfy me sexually. I found that out as well in two different dates and then a one night stand. The first one was with a very nice friend who had a small penis though. He really tried hard and I put on a show for him in fake responses but it unfortunately confirmed for me that a small penis just did nothing for me. The other man I guess was average maybe a little more and a bit thicker, but still it just didn’t do the trick for me. In fact, the second man we dated for quite some time but I would secretly masturbate after our dates ended because the sex didn’t bring me to orgasm.

I did a girl’s trip to Las Vegas and we did a night of drinking at a bar where I met a tall black gentleman. Yes, he was the one night stand where we ended up back in his room. When he took off his pants my heart raced because he was very long even still somewhat soft and I knew he was going to have a major league penis erect. I don’t know if it was as long as that dildo, but it was the real thing and damn near close. Guess what? It was the best sex I had experienced up until that moment. He was surprised how easily I took him and even made a comment like no white girl had taken him all so easily before. When his penis started hitting the back of my vagina I heard myself almost screaming in pleasure and he was in control which was so different and much better than me masturbating with a fake object. I loved it and had at least one and probably two very intense orgasms. I knew after that evening, there was no point for me to have sex with average and smaller men. Of course, when you date you can’t ask the guy, so do you have a big dick? So, for a while I didn’t date.

One other experience before meeting my second husband was kind of funny. As I said, a woman can’t go around on a date and ask the man so how big is your penis? However, I would look for tell-tale signs, like bulges, or maybe make a few mild sexual jokes (which I will share one later) and see the reaction. A female friend and I went to the beach one day. A tall guy probably a few years younger than me and his friend started chatting us up. I looked and the tall guy flirting with me had a really big bulge puffed out in a small type bathing suit. I remember thinking to myself wow he is really packing something. Anyway, we started dating and maybe on our third date it led to a sexual encounter. I remember excitedly kissing and us stripping each other down. When I pulled down his underwear a little small penis flipped out over a huge set of balls. His testicles were the reason for the bulge and I thought to myself, now what? Would it be mean to say it was probably the worst sex I had since my first time? I know he was moving around during intercourse and his penis was inside me but I literally felt nothing. He was the smallest man I had ever been with and in some ways I felt bad about myself and sorry for him because it just wouldn’t ever have worked. Plus, when a man is tall, it really looks ridiculous when they are small. Like I said earlier, it ruins the masculinity perception for me.

So, how did I meet my second husband and learn about his endowment beforehand?

I love my husband. He is my “Mountain Man.” He is tall, muscular, masculine, confident, out-going, and had a big and very long cock (laugh, just in case he ever reads this). Seriously, we met in the most unexpected way. After my divorce, and a few years later, I got a new job with a firm that relocated me to Denver. I stopped dating for a while or trying to meet men in a new town. However, I have always been active and love the outdoors. So, often I would get up real early and hike the Red Rocks area, including running, and so on. I would park at the base lot and take the paths that go up which would give you a nice workout. One morning when I returned to my car, it wouldn’t start. There were some construction workers doing something with drainage around the parking lot and this big tall burly guy with a beard (not usually my type of facial look) came over and offered to help see if he could get my car started. He tried several different things but it didn’t work. I asked if he didn’t need to get back to work? He laughed and told me he was the foreman and other workers’ supervisor so it was O.K. I called a tow service but we sat and talked for maybe 45 minutes while I waited. When the tow truck came he even offered to drive me home. Did I really need that assistance? All I know is I had the feeling we had some chemistry from our talking and took him up on the offer. I only live 20 minutes from Red Rocks but by the time he dropped me off there was enough knowledge where his asking if he could call me was agreeable. In fact, the end of the same day he did call and we laughed a lot in our phone talk. Looks can be deceiving as I would not have first thought we would have been a match. However, there was chemistry and he was physically imposing which was a turn-on for me. Now at that time, I wasn’t thinking in the long-term about sex with him or anything else since I hadn’t been dating for a while but of course I was curious.

Our first date was a lot of fun because he picked me up to take me to get my car. Except we went to the wrong shop and ended up driving around. I got my car and followed him to a restaurant where we had dinner. He asked me out again as we finished dinner saying that he was going to be with several buddies and wanted to “show me off” saying that with a laugh. But, it was very flattering.

That weekend I met him and several of his buddies at a sports bar. I know he loved that I was a woman into and knowledgeable about sports. I think his buddies were impressed too when I drank beer along with them as well. As the evening wore on, I did one my test jokes with him (that I mentioned earlier). When the conversation made sense and with some flirting, I said to him alone, “Are you from Texas, as I hear EVERYTHING is bigger in Texas.” Now it was always a safe joke because although it could be interpreted I was talking about the size of his penis, it might simply mean his overall build. I had used that line before and when guys looked at me embarrassed or just said no, I knew it was very unlikely they would be what I hoped for. Instead he smiled and said, “I must be from the very heart of Texas then” with a proud confident demeanor. That was actually the first time a guy had responded like that and now it left me to wonder in reverse did he mean just his build or down below! But, then he added still smiling, “Why do you like big things?” Now I smiled and responded, “Of course depending upon what that big thing is.” Our flirting had now become pretty suggestive and he promptly asked, “Do you want to get out of here.” I just nodded my head and we said goodbye to the others and left.

He took me back to his townhouse and once inside we immediately began kissing. I haven’t mentioned but kissing is a very important thing to me. I like a man, as I said, a man’s man, so to speak, who can take charge and knows how to passionately kiss a woman. I even liked the way his beard tickled my face. After kissing for a while, he did the guy test where he moved a hand near my breast. I thought I am not going to waste time and took his hand and placed it right on my breast. He then massaged my breasts with both hands from the outside and I pulled off my top and bra giving him the signal that we were going to have sex. He said to me, “You said you like big things, I hope you meant it.” I was excited and tried to pull off his pants but with his shoes on and belt it proved difficult. So instead he kicked off his shoes, stood up and unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He stared at me as I stared back especially at his crotch. He slowly pulled off his underwear and I saw a shaft continuing and continuing and finally his partially erect penis was exposed. It took my breath away. He also was the first man I was ever with who was uncircumcised. Even the black guy I believe had been circumcised although perhaps I didn’t look that closely. He actually looked now slightly nervous and asked OK with the uncut penis? I laughed as I had never heard that term before. You mean this as I reached out and slid back the entire foreskin and started jacking his penis forward and back. Not too big he then asked? Oh my God it’s a work of art, I told him (and it was). When I said that comment his penis quickly became fully engorged and it was the definition of huge, at least as long as yours and maybe thicker or certainly you guys are close. I was so excited and couldn’t wait and feverishly stripped and looked around for where to go. We stood there and kissed with his penis poking up my belly. He moved me to a nearby couch and started to go down on me. I had no time for that and said,” I need this in me now.” His face of shock was memorable. “You need to be prepared to handle my cock” he warned. “Fuck me now you idiot” I told him. He needed no further invite. He got between my legs and pushed his penis inside and looked amazed as it slid in going almost all inside immediately without discomfort on my part. Instead, it just felt wonderful. He started to pull back and fuck me with long strokes and I instructed him to keep it in me deep all the way and only slightly pull back. It was beyond pleasure as he was hitting that deep spot and stretching the back of my vagina and I didn’t want him to pull away too far. So he started fucking me staying balls deep and just only pulling back maybe 2 or 3 inches and then jamming hard back in all the way. This is what sex is supposed to feel like I recall thinking as it was so stimulating. Now this had never happened before, I came almost immediately not even a minute into our intercourse. His long penis simply filled me fully and hit the right spots. I cried out and told him I was coming and not to stop. However, when I said something right after my orgasm like your big dick is awesome he couldn’t hold back either. He must of cum so much that after we lay there breathing heavily and quiet for 30 seconds or more when he pulled out I could feel it leaking out of me.

Finally we spoke and kissed. He said you are the most awesome woman I have ever been with. Most woman complain I go too deep, or I am too big and it hurts, and the one’s that like it still can have some difficulty. He then said, “Honey, you are perfect you must have been built for me as I fit fully inside you like no other.” He laughed and said, “Marry Me.” I am sure he didn’t expect me to say this, I said “yes.” He looked trying to see how serious I was and I just smiled back and told him I thought he was perfect too. Now we didn’t talk about marrying again but the seed was planted (no pun intended). He put his big beefy arm around me and just cradled my head as I laid it on his chest and I remember feeling so warm, cuddled, and at home with this man.

The next date and sex with him was even better, perhaps the best. We had gone to a movie and he liked that I like action movies similar to him. It was interesting that we shared many things we mutually liked. Anyway, back at his place we went through foreplay this time. I sucked his penis and loved the way the flesh moved about because of his uncircumcised status. Not actually during this sexual encounter but eventually he did teach me how to suck the foreskin and other techniques. Anyway, it was simply a fun penis to play with because of all the moveable skin and very warm to the touch. He did this reverse 69 where he climbed over me with his penis hanging down over my face and because of his superior height to mine he was able to lick and suck my clit while I sucked his cock like a baby sucking a bottle. It was very passionate. By the way, over time I also learned how to take more of his big penis deeper in my mouth although I can’t do deep throat. He then moved about and did something again I had never ever experienced especially as a tall woman. He lifted me up off the ground and impaled me on his penis. It was an unbelievable sensation to feel that massive cannon of his go so deep and in an upright position for me. I squealed and told him he was penetrating my soul. It definitely felt that way. I loved that he was strong and big in body to lift me up like a little girl; this is exactly what I wanted my man to be, tall, strong, hung, and simply all man. He penetrated me so deep in this position and then backed me against a wall and fucked me like an animal. I swear I came like three times. I loved that although I was fully enveloping his big penis inside me, he was also fully enveloping me in his arms having lifted me off the ground with his head over mine while he held me and was in total control moving me about up and down. For whatever reason, at this moment that term mountain man came to me. He was a big man all over and that felt right. I felt like a woman with a real man. His long penis was sending me into orbit, and psychologically I felt as feminine and I guess submissive to this definition of superior maleness for me. His penis was powerful, large, and manly in appearance and it and he represented to me all that I would ever seek in the right man for me. I held him tight and told him all I just said above. That feedback only spurred him on to fuck me harder and like I said it was the greatest sex I have ever had in my life. When we were done and so exhausted I sucked his soft but still big penis in appreciation although he didn’t get hard again but still enjoyed my soft gratitude.

Our relationship continued over months and yes we did eventually marry. Even today years I just love to watch him walk around naked with his magnificent big maleness swinging between his legs. I just love to play with his penis as well sometimes for an hour, doing hand, mouth, whatever causes him pleasure as it does for me. He has never treated me poorly and I think appreciates me as much as I do him. We are a perfect fit.

So what is wrong with all of this? I have several girlfriends for many years. Now, I don’t really share with them every intimate detail of my marriage and respect privacy. But, sure over the years we have had sexual conversations. Three of my girlfriends are married and the forth is currently going through a divorce. Now of course I am the tallest one of the group, way taller. But, all of them insist that penis size does not matter and my issues are psychological. Maybe they are, but I really don’t think so. I know what I feel. If men can have all different sized penises why wouldn’t the same be true for our vaginas? Do you think it wrong that I like, prefer, and find a really long penis to feel and look better to me than smaller men in size? Why is it OK for men to carry on or lust after a woman commenting on their shapely rear or big boobs, and women can’t do the same about penises? Am I in the wrong? Thoughts on all I shared?

 

[art]

There's nothing wrong or right after people's preferences. If penis size matters to you, good that you found a guy who can satisfy you. Penis size (within a range, usually), doesn't matter to some women; others prefer a smaller penis. Go with what you like.

 

[justbigenuff]

Art is absolutely right. There's nothing wrong with enjoying a large penis, & certainly nothing wrong with having a husband you're compatible with & who satisfies you. You are both lucky to have found each other. Enjoy.

 

[trulybig]

If there are any women that actually are on this site, share your thoughts and experiences too.

 

[trulybig]

I thought I would add my two cents to all of this. There is a married couple whom I meet with every few months because he is turned on watching her and she prefers and finds a big penis more satisfying. He is average in size but not at all jealous as he has said that they have a lot of sex anticipating our getting together, and then afterwards re-living it. So he benefits as does she. If I bring excitement to their bedroom and pleasure I am all in (which is a pun that she likes).

My impression on this website is it is more for bi or gay men and overall I do think penis size is way more an issue, fascination, whatever to men than women. But, there are certainly some women who may be built where a larger penis is hitting spots of pleasure that smaller ones don't. I think that is expecially true after women have given birth. If couples can figure out in their sex lives way to have her pleasured (dildo's, those cock enhancers, or if comfortable meeting a well-endowed guy to include), why not?

 

[deleted969111]

I will never understand the people who argue this point.

clearly some men like big tits. Does that mean they won’t marry a woman with smaller tits?

why can’t women have the same knd of fixation with big Cocks ??

 

[trulybig]

mrkt9, the one debate about your statement is if there were really that many women with the fixation, why are they not on this site or commenting on the story? I don't have any scientific statistics but do women really watch porn individually on the internet like men, or join sites like this one?

 

[suckmachine]

One thing I did get to keep was the dildo (laugh). I think to be honest; it made me realize that beside my physical needs of who is an attractive and a correct match for me in height and appearance, I also knew they would have to have a very long similar endowment to really satisfy me sexually. I found that out as well in two different dates and then a one night stand. The first one was with a very nice friend who had a small penis though. He really tried hard and I put on a show for him in fake responses but it unfortunately confirmed for me that a small penis just did nothing for me. The other man I guess was average maybe a little more and a bit thicker, but still it just didn’t do the trick for me. In fact, the second man we dated for quite some time but I would secretly masturbate after our dates ended because the sex didn’t bring me to orgasm.

I did a girl’s trip to Las Vegas and we did a night of drinking at a bar where I met a tall black gentleman. Yes, he was the one night stand where we ended up back in his room. When he took off his pants my heart raced because he was very long even still somewhat soft and I knew he was going to have a major league penis erect. I don’t know if it was as long as that dildo, but it was the real thing and damn near close. Guess what? It was the best sex I had experienced up until that moment. He was surprised how easily I took him and even made a comment like no white girl had taken him all so easily before. When his penis started hitting the back of my vagina I heard myself almost screaming in pleasure and he was in control which was so different and much better than me masturbating with a fake object. I loved it and had at least one and probably two very intense orgasms. I knew after that evening, there was no point for me to have sex with average and smaller men. Of course, when you date you can’t ask the guy, so do you have a big dick? So, for a while I didn’t date.

One other experience before meeting my second husband was kind of funny. As I said, a woman can’t go around on a date and ask the man so how big is your penis? However, I would look for tell-tale signs, like bulges, or maybe make a few mild sexual jokes (which I will share one later) and see the reaction. A female friend and I went to the beach one day. A tall guy probably a few years younger than me and his friend started chatting us up. I looked and the tall guy flirting with me had a really big bulge puffed out in a small type bathing suit. I remember thinking to myself wow he is really packing something. Anyway, we started dating and maybe on our third date it led to a sexual encounter. I remember excitedly kissing and us stripping each other down. When I pulled down his underwear a little small penis flipped out over a huge set of balls. His testicles were the reason for the bulge and I thought to myself, now what? Would it be mean to say it was probably the worst sex I had since my first time? I know he was moving around during intercourse and his penis was inside me but I literally felt nothing. He was the smallest man I had ever been with and in some ways I felt bad about myself and sorry for him because it just wouldn’t ever have worked. Plus, when a man is tall, it really looks ridiculous when they are small. Like I said earlier, it ruins the masculinity perception for me.

So, how did I meet my second husband and learn about his endowment beforehand?

I love my husband. He is my “Mountain Man.” He is tall, muscular, masculine, confident, out-going, and had a big and very long cock (laugh, just in case he ever reads this). Seriously, we met in the most unexpected way. After my divorce, and a few years later, I got a new job with a firm that relocated me to Denver. I stopped dating for a while or trying to meet men in a new town. However, I have always been active and love the outdoors. So, often I would get up real early and hike the Red Rocks area, including running, and so on. I would park at the base lot and take the paths that go up which would give you a nice workout. One morning when I returned to my car, it wouldn’t start. There were some construction workers doing something with drainage around the parking lot and this big tall burly guy with a beard (not usually my type of facial look) came over and offered to help see if he could get my car started. He tried several different things but it didn’t work. I asked if he didn’t need to get back to work? He laughed and told me he was the foreman and other workers’ supervisor so it was O.K. I called a tow service but we sat and talked for maybe 45 minutes while I waited. When the tow truck came he even offered to drive me home. Did I really need that assistance? All I know is I had the feeling we had some chemistry from our talking and took him up on the offer. I only live 20 minutes from Red Rocks but by the time he dropped me off there was enough knowledge where his asking if he could call me was agreeable. In fact, the end of the same day he did call and we laughed a lot in our phone talk. Looks can be deceiving as I would not have first thought we would have been a match. However, there was chemistry and he was physically imposing which was a turn-on for me. Now at that time, I wasn’t thinking in the long-term about sex with him or anything else since I hadn’t been dating for a while but of course I was curious.

Our first date was a lot of fun because he picked me up to take me to get my car. Except we went to the wrong shop and ended up driving around. I got my car and followed him to a restaurant where we had dinner. He asked me out again as we finished dinner saying that he was going to be with several buddies and wanted to “show me off” saying that with a laugh. But, it was very flattering.

That weekend I met him and several of his buddies at a sports bar. I know he loved that I was a woman into and knowledgeable about sports. I think his buddies were impressed too when I drank beer along with them as well. As the evening wore on, I did one my test jokes with him (that I mentioned earlier). When the conversation made sense and with some flirting, I said to him alone, “Are you from Texas, as I hear EVERYTHING is bigger in Texas.” Now it was always a safe joke because although it could be interpreted I was talking about the size of his penis, it might simply mean his overall build. I had used that line before and when guys looked at me embarrassed or just said no, I knew it was very unlikely they would be what I hoped for. Instead he smiled and said, “I must be from the very heart of Texas then” with a proud confident demeanor. That was actually the first time a guy had responded like that and now it left me to wonder in reverse did he mean just his build or down below! But, then he added still smiling, “Why do you like big things?” Now I smiled and responded, “Of course depending upon what that big thing is.” Our flirting had now become pretty suggestive and he promptly asked, “Do you want to get out of here.” I just nodded my head and we said goodbye to the others and left.

He took me back to his townhouse and once inside we immediately began kissing. I haven’t mentioned but kissing is a very important thing to me. I like a man, as I said, a man’s man, so to speak, who can take charge and knows how to passionately kiss a woman. I even liked the way his beard tickled my face. After kissing for a while, he did the guy test where he moved a hand near my breast. I thought I am not going to waste time and took his hand and placed it right on my breast. He then massaged my breasts with both hands from the outside and I pulled off my top and bra giving him the signal that we were going to have sex. He said to me, “You said you like big things, I hope you meant it.” I was excited and tried to pull off his pants but with his shoes on and belt it proved difficult. So instead he kicked off his shoes, stood up and unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He stared at me as I stared back especially at his crotch. He slowly pulled off his underwear and I saw a shaft continuing and continuing and finally his partially erect penis was exposed. It took my breath away. He also was the first man I was ever with who was uncircumcised. Even the black guy I believe had been circumcised although perhaps I didn’t look that closely. He actually looked now slightly nervous and asked OK with the uncut penis? I laughed as I had never heard that term before. You mean this as I reached out and slid back the entire foreskin and started jacking his penis forward and back. Not too big he then asked? Oh my God it’s a work of art, I told him (and it was). When I said that comment his penis quickly became fully engorged and it was the definition of huge, at least as long as yours and maybe thicker or certainly you guys are close. I was so excited and couldn’t wait and feverishly stripped and looked around for where to go. We stood there and kissed with his penis poking up my belly. He moved me to a nearby couch and started to go down on me. I had no time for that and said,” I need this in me now.” His face of shock was memorable. “You need to be prepared to handle my cock” he warned. “Fuck me now you idiot” I told him. He needed no further invite. He got between my legs and pushed his penis inside and looked amazed as it slid in going almost all inside immediately without discomfort on my part. Instead, it just felt wonderful. He started to pull back and fuck me with long strokes and I instructed him to keep it in me deep all the way and only slightly pull back. It was beyond pleasure as he was hitting that deep spot and stretching the back of my vagina and I didn’t want him to pull away too far. So he started fucking me staying balls deep and just only pulling back maybe 2 or 3 inches and then jamming hard back in all the way. This is what sex is supposed to feel like I recall thinking as it was so stimulating. Now this had never happened before, I came almost immediately not even a minute into our intercourse. His long penis simply filled me fully and hit the right spots. I cried out and told him I was coming and not to stop. However, when I said something right after my orgasm like your big dick is awesome he couldn’t hold back either. He must of cum so much that after we lay there breathing heavily and quiet for 30 seconds or more when he pulled out I could feel it leaking out of me.

Finally we spoke and kissed. He said you are the most awesome woman I have ever been with. Most woman complain I go too deep, or I am too big and it hurts, and the one’s that like it still can have some difficulty. He then said, “Honey, you are perfect you must have been built for me as I fit fully inside you like no other.” He laughed and said, “Marry Me.” I am sure he didn’t expect me to say this, I said “yes.” He looked trying to see how serious I was and I just smiled back and told him I thought he was perfect too. Now we didn’t talk about marrying again but the seed was planted (no pun intended). He put his big beefy arm around me and just cradled my head as I laid it on his chest and I remember feeling so warm, cuddled, and at home with this man.

The next date and sex with him was even better, perhaps the best. We had gone to a movie and he liked that I like action movies similar to him. It was interesting that we shared many things we mutually liked. Anyway, back at his place we went through foreplay this time. I sucked his penis and loved the way the flesh moved about because of his uncircumcised status. Not actually during this sexual encounter but eventually he did teach me how to suck the foreskin and other techniques. Anyway, it was simply a fun penis to play with because of all the moveable skin and very warm to the touch. He did this reverse 69 where he climbed over me with his penis hanging down over my face and because of his superior height to mine he was able to lick and suck my clit while I sucked his cock like a baby sucking a bottle. It was very passionate. By the way, over time I also learned how to take more of his big penis deeper in my mouth although I can’t do deep throat. He then moved about and did something again I had never ever experienced especially as a tall woman. He lifted me up off the ground and impaled me on his penis. It was an unbelievable sensation to feel that massive cannon of his go so deep and in an upright position for me. I squealed and told him he was penetrating my soul. It definitely felt that way. I loved that he was strong and big in body to lift me up like a little girl; this is exactly what I wanted my man to be, tall, strong, hung, and simply all man. He penetrated me so deep in this position and then backed me against a wall and fucked me like an animal. I swear I came like three times. I loved that although I was fully enveloping his big penis inside me, he was also fully enveloping me in his arms having lifted me off the ground with his head over mine while he held me and was in total control moving me about up and down. For whatever reason, at this moment that term mountain man came to me. He was a big man all over and that felt right. I felt like a woman with a real man. His long penis was sending me into orbit, and psychologically I felt as feminine and I guess submissive to this definition of superior maleness for me. His penis was powerful, large, and manly in appearance and it and he represented to me all that I would ever seek in the right man for me. I held him tight and told him all I just said above. That feedback only spurred him on to fuck me harder and like I said it was the greatest sex I have ever had in my life. When we were done and so exhausted I sucked his soft but still big penis in appreciation although he didn’t get hard again but still enjoyed my soft gratitude.

Our relationship continued over months and yes we did eventually marry. Even today years I just love to watch him walk around naked with his magnificent big maleness swinging between his legs. I just love to play with his penis as well sometimes for an hour, doing hand, mouth, whatever causes him pleasure as it does for me. He has never treated me poorly and I think appreciates me as much as I do him. We are a perfect fit.

So what is wrong with all of this? I have several girlfriends for many years. Now, I don’t really share with them every intimate detail of my marriage and respect privacy. But, sure over the years we have had sexual conversations. Three of my girlfriends are married and the forth is currently going through a divorce. Now of course I am the tallest one of the group, way taller. But, all of them insist that penis size does not matter and my issues are psychological. Maybe they are, but I really don’t think so. I know what I feel. If men can have all different sized penises why wouldn’t the same be true for our vaginas? Do you think it wrong that I like, prefer, and find a really long penis to feel and look better to me than smaller men in size? Why is it OK for men to carry on or lust after a woman commenting on their shapely rear or big boobs, and women can’t do the same about penises? Am I in the wrong? Thoughts on all I shared?

Loved your honesty about your life and how your appreciation of a huge penis became so important to your life. I agree 100%!

 

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[EllieP]

I am not a size queen, nor was I on the hunt for Moby Dick. I just accidentally married him. Well, not by accident. I mean I wanted to, but his weenie size had absolutely nothing to do with it. All that much. Anyway.

I'm not very experienced, but until I met my now husband I genuinely thought all men's members were in the same size range, and I figured I had experienced them all. I never compared them because they all worked well and performed marvelously. And I was happy with that.

Then I met him, and all my preconceived notions were dashed. I was wrong. As I say in my blog, I would never look for anything bigger because he is the top of my upper limit, and that's not always a good thing. He never changes, but I do. My body is not always ready. It's a woman thing.

But boy howdy when everything clicks!

 

[Throbert]

Women like trying on different items in dressing rooms to see how they fit. There should be a "fitting" room for women to try different "sizes" to find their perfect "fit"...! All kidding aside, to some women it matters & to others it doesn't. Never settle...life is short (maybe there's a way to "lengthen" it...?!?!)

 

[BigBen]

I am not a size queen, nor was I on the hunt for Moby Dick. I just accidentally married him. Well, not by accident. I mean I wanted to, but his weenie size had absolutely nothing to do with it. All that much. Anyway.

I'm not very experienced, but until I met my now husband I genuinely thought all men's members were in the same size range, and I figured I had experienced them all. I never compared them because they all worked well and performed marvelously. And I was happy with that.

Then I met him, and all my preconceived notions were dashed. I was wrong. As I say in my blog, I would never look for anything bigger because he is the top of my upper limit, and that's not always a good thing. He never changes, but I do. My body is not always ready. It's a woman thing.

But boy howdy when everything clicks!

Ellie...as always with you...your comments are true and on point....and your comments about your own ability/anatomy, knowing your "limit" is your husbands erection is not that uncommon for many women who have experienced "big"...one of my few regrets, and at the same time, one of the bright spots... about LPSG is that you, perhaps the most desirable "Queen" of LPSG...."I would never look for anything. (anyone) bigger because he is the top of my upper limit"....dashes my hopes that you, a wonderful lady in all ways, would one day want to enjoy the experience of passion with someone endowed extremely so far larger than your wonderful husband. And by the by....if you have a great friend or relative who is in your "league" or near "league"...and unlike yourself is an extreme size size queen...on the hunt for a real life Moby Dick....please consider putting the two of us together....LOL.

 

[suckmachine]

Ellie...as always with you...your comments are true and on point....and your comments about your own ability/anatomy, knowing your "limit" is your husbands erection is not that uncommon for many women who have experienced "big"...one of my few regrets, and at the same time, one of the bright spots... about LPSG is that you, perhaps the most desirable "Queen" of LPSG...."I would never look for anything. (anyone) bigger because he is the top of my upper limit"....dashes my hopes that you, a wonderful lady in all ways, would one day want to enjoy the experience of passion with someone endowed extremely so far larger than your wonderful husband. And by the by....if you have a great friend or relative who is in your "league" or near "league"...and unlike yourself is an extreme size size queen...on the hunt for a real life Moby Dick....please consider putting the two of us together....LOL.

It's very exciting that Big Ben is so much larger then Ellie's "wonderful husband" who is "very large". That kind of horse hung size is so rare and so primal in it's power...a true Moby Dick!