Out of curiosity and perhaps finding a few common denominators with the other women frequenting the boards. What created your interest in and liking for well endowed guys (whatever your own definition of that is)?
For my own part I can trace this back to the very first guy I was with. I was close to 20 - still a virgin as I hadn't yet found myself in a situation where it felt right enough to go ahead with full penetrating sex. I had played around to my heart's content - making out, licking, sucking, stroking - basically everything you can do short of penetration - so I wasn't inexperienced per se.
This guy was a few years older than myself, and picked me up on one of the large parties at the college I was at. Dancing, talking, flirting and when he asked me to come home with him I didn't really hesitate as it felt good. As we got to his apartment one thing led to another and we ended up in his bedroom on the bed.
Kissing, stroking, good old-school funk on low volume (still love that music - it always reminds me of that night) and it didn't take long before I was naked. I liked it, was most definitely wet and horny and began playing with the idea that this might be a night for going one step further - I felt so OK and comfortable with him.
As he stripped down to naked I realized I had an animal of a different kind before me compared to the other guys I'd been with - guesstimate from visual memory is that he reached a tiny bit beyond my palm and that I closed fingers around him with some left before tip of index finger reached tip of thumb - in other words a little less than 8x5.5. Certainly a big guy - would still find that a big guy.
I did react to what I saw (tell me the girl that wouldn't if she's contemplating making this her first time and is confronted with that...), he registered and asked if I was OK. Somehow I managed to convey that yes, I was OK, just a bit stunned as my experience from men so far stretched only as far as mutual stroking and I had never seen anything close to his size before.
He was kind of surprised to find out I was still a virgin (my guess is that he'd taken me for much more experienced - can't blame him as that was what I was trying to convey too) but took it well by saying that he was probably not the best guy to start out with given his size, but if I wanted to he'd try to make it as comfortable for me as possible - it was up to me to decide how far to take it.
He made me come twice by using tongue and hands before asking if I wanted to continue. He knew what to do, in this area I could compare to other guys and knew he was good at it, I enjoyed it. That made me relax and I indicated that I at least wanted to give it a try.
Today I realize that he certainly knew his size and what to do (and not do to) with it as he used two pillows under my hips to raise them for straightest possible entry into me. Condom and a generous amount of lubricant both on him and on me. It still wasn't easy - I'm still tight today at almost 37 and was even tighter then - and it did hurt a tiny bit initially. I still remember his surprise at how deep I was (I've apparently always been) as I took him almost entirely in length even though he had to work a bit to get into me.
I at least imagine I could have had a lot worse time with a smaller guy for my first. I liked it and it left a good memory with me.
But that wasn't when I got hooked - that happened with the second guy I was with - a guy of more average proportions. Then I realized that I really missed that feeling of fullness, something stretching me out and the guy bottoming out in me. It still felt good of course - I've mostly always enjoyed sex - but was missing something. That's when I realized I was hooked on size.
So - there you have it from the Valkyrie. Let's hear it from the other ladies.
For my own part I can trace this back to the very first guy I was with. I was close to 20 - still a virgin as I hadn't yet found myself in a situation where it felt right enough to go ahead with full penetrating sex. I had played around to my heart's content - making out, licking, sucking, stroking - basically everything you can do short of penetration - so I wasn't inexperienced per se.
This guy was a few years older than myself, and picked me up on one of the large parties at the college I was at. Dancing, talking, flirting and when he asked me to come home with him I didn't really hesitate as it felt good. As we got to his apartment one thing led to another and we ended up in his bedroom on the bed.
Kissing, stroking, good old-school funk on low volume (still love that music - it always reminds me of that night) and it didn't take long before I was naked. I liked it, was most definitely wet and horny and began playing with the idea that this might be a night for going one step further - I felt so OK and comfortable with him.
As he stripped down to naked I realized I had an animal of a different kind before me compared to the other guys I'd been with - guesstimate from visual memory is that he reached a tiny bit beyond my palm and that I closed fingers around him with some left before tip of index finger reached tip of thumb - in other words a little less than 8x5.5. Certainly a big guy - would still find that a big guy.
I did react to what I saw (tell me the girl that wouldn't if she's contemplating making this her first time and is confronted with that...), he registered and asked if I was OK. Somehow I managed to convey that yes, I was OK, just a bit stunned as my experience from men so far stretched only as far as mutual stroking and I had never seen anything close to his size before.
He was kind of surprised to find out I was still a virgin (my guess is that he'd taken me for much more experienced - can't blame him as that was what I was trying to convey too) but took it well by saying that he was probably not the best guy to start out with given his size, but if I wanted to he'd try to make it as comfortable for me as possible - it was up to me to decide how far to take it.
He made me come twice by using tongue and hands before asking if I wanted to continue. He knew what to do, in this area I could compare to other guys and knew he was good at it, I enjoyed it. That made me relax and I indicated that I at least wanted to give it a try.
Today I realize that he certainly knew his size and what to do (and not do to) with it as he used two pillows under my hips to raise them for straightest possible entry into me. Condom and a generous amount of lubricant both on him and on me. It still wasn't easy - I'm still tight today at almost 37 and was even tighter then - and it did hurt a tiny bit initially. I still remember his surprise at how deep I was (I've apparently always been) as I took him almost entirely in length even though he had to work a bit to get into me.
I at least imagine I could have had a lot worse time with a smaller guy for my first. I liked it and it left a good memory with me.
But that wasn't when I got hooked - that happened with the second guy I was with - a guy of more average proportions. Then I realized that I really missed that feeling of fullness, something stretching me out and the guy bottoming out in me. It still felt good of course - I've mostly always enjoyed sex - but was missing something. That's when I realized I was hooked on size.
So - there you have it from the Valkyrie. Let's hear it from the other ladies.
yep, it was an anaconda unforgetable surprise that led me to LPSG to find help to take it without pain in the beggining bcause my preference in thrusting is rough and etc.
