I'm the type to talk to a lamppost, and I hate that ride on the sidewalk. So when this guy dared to park his bike next to me while I was queuing for the cinema, I bitched. "The sidewalk is for pedestrians, not for motorcycles. "By removing his helmet, he replied:" This is not a bike is a scooter. "I sized up, Royal, and I forgot. The film was about to begin when he came and sat beside me. It was a Sunday evening and I came to see "OSS 117". I do not know if it's done laughing together or if it's his scent that I relented, but when the lights came back on, I smiled. We went to drink tea. He was neither handsome nor ugly, neither tall nor short, his eyes were very expressive and pleasant conversation. His name was Xavier.
We met again for a few weeks, "civically": concerts, exhibitions, restaurants. We held his hand, kissing it down with me, nothing more. After my divorce and some stories "wildfire" that ensued, it was refreshing to go slow. Especially since while finding him charming I could not figure out if I liked. So when I was invited to dine with him, I realized he wanted more ... and I got accepted, I was sure he would be turned down with panache if I do not feel ready. Smoked quail eggs, pickled cod pavers ... No doubt he was out of his way and he read "ELLE table. Between the buttons and coffee, we started to caress us on the sofa.
It was sweet and sensual. We rolled on the carpet, still dressed, one on the other, and there ... I felt "something" against my leg. I marked a pause. No, not possible ... Unless he forgot the pepper grinder in his pocket? He sensed my astonishment: "I'll crush you? - No, you ... kiss very well. - You too. You want me to show you my room? "
I admit, it was not his room that I wanted to see. Understand me, I'm not obsessed, even less a nymphomaniac, but in twenty years of sexual life, I had never met a similar example. He undressed me slowly, he undressed and when I saw "sex up against her belly proudly in an impossible angle," as they say in erotic novels, I was left speechless. "What's happening? - Uh ... Nothing. Finally, we have told you already, right? You're ... very well fitted. - What are you talking about? You speak of my pecker? - Xavier, spent 12 years, they no longer say prick, but in addition, in your case, its just a hell ... thing. - Anything. He blushed! Incredible! How could he ignore it was well above the average?
We continued to make lots of nice things I circled in my hand. Oh la! It was electrifying. So I allowed my body as I prepared to live a transcendental experience. At the beginning, and also in the middle, it was astonishing, I had to restrain myself not to cry too. Still, after a moment, when he accelerated, I felt a sort of cramp at the bottom of my stomach. But I myself am not retarded: beyond and in addition to its advantages of size, Xavier was a very good lover, I brushed against the overdose of endorphins.
I did not refrain from sharing my great find with Mary and Sophie. This was immediately pulled out his iPhone to check the statistical averages - from thirteen to sixteen inches when erect, for info - and asked if Xavier exceeded Rocco Siffredi and his twenty-two centimeters legendary. I shrugged my shoulders who is silent consents. Mary has reused his old theory: "The tails are like gifts: the value of the gift has nothing to do with the packet size, but a large packet is always a pleasure. Then it is the technique that counts. "I knew it, as I knew that the most sensitive area of the vagina is the most external, the rest with few for fun. At the same time, I wondered if women do not spare the men say that size does not or if it's true that "the length does not buy happiness." I also had another issue to solve, even more important: "Am I in love with this boy? "
Xavier was never short of envy, we spent a lot of time in bed. I was as excited as him ... initially. Because then I began to understand: according to the positions I was wrong. So, our j'écourtais antics, even, I pretended orgasm just to get it faster. The climax, after a lifetime of learning fun! I asked him: "None of your partners does he ever say anything? - I never came across girls laid on the thing. You're the first meeting that I really love it. "
That was the argument for me to persevere. When it comes to sex, I am playful, pleasure-, generous ... Finally, I like to think. So I asked him to be more delicate. I have not really taken seriously, but he tried to restrain his enthusiasm. From my side, I consulted books of Taoism, read the Kama Sutra, scoured the Net. Nothing to do, despite our efforts - massage, lubricants, gaskets, everything has been tried - it does not contrived. He might increase and the preliminary games, I had to concentrate to relax.
That weighed on the relationship, we were both tense and frustrated. There was a position that suited me: on top of him. But suddenly, it became mechanical boundary boring. And one day, I saw myself in the head to bite the pillow until it finishes. It was ridiculous. I pushed him away. "We stop, I'm exhausted. - We stop there, or we stop, we? - I love you, but ... - Do not look further. You do not love me, you make me feel like a rapist, I can not stand either. I was sorry to have wounded, but his answer was clear. We parted good friends.
I've been thinking since the question. Our disagreement was she of its size or lack of love? And what I would have done had he been the man of my life? I have no answer, but I, however, learned something about sex, do not have eyes bigger than their stomachs, most of us, just average.