His dick is just a bit too big.

dolf

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I've always been a fan of the slap, when the guy thrusts in hard, and his pelvis slams hard against me, with that little ball slap as an afterthought. But you get above a certain size and it's just not possible, the guy bottoms out before he slams home, and the full force goes from a satisfying slam to an uncomfortable jab. Instead of pushing back with all my might, I'm angling myself so that my arse or thigh block the blows.
There's a lot to be said for the feeling of a big dick, but it's not without its drawbacks. Some things just work better with small.

That's my whine for the day.

However... youthful vigor, a permahard erection, and the ability to bench press me all sort of make up for it.
 
I thought you were talking about Big Dick Daley right up til the last sentance. :)
 
Permahard erections are a recipe for blue balls. Painful and not at all desirable from this man's perspective.
 
It's all about how he uses it as I agree, I'm
pretty um, tight down there, bigger is not always better.
 
I have always been grateful that I enjoy a bit of pain in my sex.
 
But you get above a certain size and it's just not possible, the guy bottoms out before he slams home, and the full force goes from a satisfying slam to an uncomfortable jab.
That's why the only thing I've wished was longer is my tongue.
 
My experience is girth is more appreciated than excessive length..
 
What is this? Perviness on the GB??
Don't you know the rules? This isn't allowed here anymore. TAKE IT TO THE PLAYGROUND!
 
Also a great way to keep a man in line.

Permahard erections are a recipe for blue balls. Painful and not at all desirable from this man's perspective.

From my point of view blue balls are a wonderful way to keep your man in line.

This happened on a pretty dark day in our marriage. Maybe 4 or 5 years ago, I can’t seem to remember. That Saturday night my husband and I got into it. We had been having problems for awhile and it sort of boiled over.

We were in the process of having our kitchen remodeled so there was that added stress. He felt like I was being to “friendly” to the contractor. I just wanted them happy so they would do a good job on the kitchen.

At some point in our argument he said something to the effect of. When was the last time we had sex that you actually enjoyed it. I couldn’t answer him. Seriously it had been a long time. Sex was just something I layed there for. It was nicer than folding laundry but only because it felt sort of good.

He was not happy, and I knew that being at the neighbors for a BBQ would only make matters worse. He was a grouch all night. All the neighbors asked me what was wrong. He just told them it was work. I knew the truth, I had been way too honest, hindsight being what it is it was a turning point. He left early and was asleep in the guest bedroom when we got home.

The next morning he came to me crying. He laid on top of me in bed and just cried. We talked we both listened and we had a pretty constructive conversation. Sex was only one of the topics.

A few hours later we were waiting for our contractor to remount the microwave. They had forgotten to do that the night before. As we sat in the kitchen my husband said that he had a really bad stomach ache.

I said something like. “Are you sure it’s your stomach and not blue balls? I could feel you pressing into me when we were talking.”

He said. “Maybe.”

I said. “Well I can fix that.”

He started going up the stairs. He was expecting sex. A quickie, haha nope. I said. “The bathroom.” Puzzled he looked at me. I pointed to the powder room off the kitchen.

I closed and locked the door. I took his shorts and underwear down. Then knowing I had his full attention I said. “Do you promise to start working at being better in bed? Do you promise to put my orgasms ahead of yours?

He agreed.. haha what else could he do.

That was the first time I every gave him a hand job into the toilet. No lotion, nice clean, quick. His cum lands in the toilet no mess. I can wash my hands right away and we can move on.

It was blue balls that created that whole situation. It sounds silly but that might have been the turning point in our marriage..
 
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