There's one lie that's been disseminated and allowed to completely take over until it's pretty much accepted as truth now. But that's fine, because eventually somebody has to be the one to expose the lies, and I figure I'm invested enough in this to be one of the first people to jump in to do just that.
See, men like me are derided, taunted, and the butt of so many dick jokes that its become a cliche in and of itself. Women and men alike chime in to make it seem like the only way sex is even worth it is if the guy is packing at least seven or eight inches.
But the reason I don't usually get too defensive about it is because I and the women I've been with know the truth.
No woman has ever left my place unsatisfied and no monster cock was required. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm not even considered average-sized.
But everybody knows that whenever a person lacks in one area, they compensate for it by strengthening something else.
And every woman I've pleasured can attest to my skills in all of the something else.
Because like many things in life, when something's given to you too easily, you can take it for granted. And most men with big dicks can get lazy and not even know how to use what they have. At least that's what the women I've talked to have told me. To think that some men out there really believe that a big dick is all it takes to please a woman has always been hilarious to me, when the real secret to pleasing a woman lies in being attuned to her and listening to her. And not just what her mouth says, but also listening to and observing her body's reactions.
Knowing a woman's anatomy in general, like what a clitoris and a G-spot are, can be a good start. And knowing that alot of women aren't even getting their most intense orgasms, if any at all, from regular penetration is another important fact that way too many guys completely miss. And this leaves way too many women settling for sub-par sex in the process. Because honestly, rough porn-style big dick pounding isn’t always enough for every woman.
And if you can't enjoy sex, I say, what's the freaking point? There's no way I want a woman lying under me putting on her best act, making all kinds of fake over-the-top noises, when she's not getting a damn thing out of it. Or worse, just laying there like a dead fish because I didn't take the time to realize there are two people involved in this act.
No, a good lover knows there's more to it than just his phallus. He knows that it's about connection, bonding, and attention to his partner. It's not just about his pleasure. But the kicker is that if you learn to really give enough to your partner, you'll be surprised just how much she'll be willing to give back and just how far she’ll go with you when she can really trust you.
But hey, if people insist on concentrating on one part of the body and want to miss out on the totality of the experience, I say have at it.
But when you’re a good, confident lover, you don’t have to fall back on only one part of your anatomy. Not when there are things such as positions and toys and even techniques that can do much more than just a big dick ever could.
I’ve been with the woman I’m seeing now for a couple of months, and ten minutes ago, we were getting hot and heavy and ready to progress things to a more intimate level. But unfortunately, neither of us came ready for it.
And that’s why I’m out now doing what has to be done so we can be ready. But on my way to get condoms, I figure, we might as well make this time memorable. So instead of just going to get the rubbers I originally went out to pick up, I made a quick stop at the local adult boutique, Stripped.
This is where I usually go to pick up the toys I like to use for recreational playtime with my lovers.
When I enter the shop a tall, cute blonde lady approaches me. “Hi. Is there anything I can help you with?”
I search around the space until my eyes fall on the shelf stocked with what I was looking for. “Nope,” I say. “I see what I need.”
I make my way over to the display shelf and go right to the toy of interest. I grab the box and flip it over. Yep, this’ll do.
When I go to the counter, the guy there checks out the package and gives me a thumbs up. He nods as he scans and rings it up. “Good choice,” he says.
“I know. This one never fails,” I say, swiping my card to pay for the purchase.
He gives an odd smirk as he points to the anal beads on display next to the counter. “You ever tried these? They’re pretty good too.” He then looks over at his blonde colleague and they share a laugh as he bags my box and hands it to me.
I shrug, assuming there’s some kind of inside joke between the two of them that I’m missing. “Yeah, they’re okay. Not as good as this one though,” I say, lifting the bag holding the toy for emphasis. I leave the store, with the couple’s quiet laughter at my back. Yeah, must’ve been some private joke about anal beads between them. But that’s the least of my concerns as I rush back to my car to hurry back to my place.
Dinah, the young woman I’ve been getting to know for the past two months was hot and ready to go when I’d left her. And if I’d known she would’ve been ready to go all the way tonight I would’ve made sure I was prepared. Because I’m taking a chance leaving a woman who’s already warmed up to go pick up condoms and toys. I speed back, on a mission to make it to my place as fast as humanly possible, hoping she hasn’t changed her mind.
I’d spent enough time scrolling through my phone, and just as I’d reached over to retrieve my shirt next to me on Tim’s couch, I heard his key enter and turn in the lock of his front door.
He stepped inside with a black plastic bag in hand. A bag much larger than what was needed for one or two condoms.
I lifted an eyebrow and he glanced at the shirt in my hand and rushed toward me. He wrapped an arm around my bare waist and pulled me flush against his body, dropping the bag at his feet. “You aren’t leaving, are you? Did I take too long?”
“Yes,” I answered. But his kiss on my lips pacified me as he took the shirt from my hand and tossed it back to its former spot on the couch. I closed my eyes and sank into the deep kiss. Then his lips moved down to kiss my chin, then my neck, finally landing on my breasts. He pushed my bra aside to kiss and lick me, sending chills through me when his mouth closed around my nipple, alternately flicking and sucking it. He’d taken a long time out, but in a matter of seconds we were back where we’d left off.
He lifted his head to look up at me. “Sorry it took so long. But I've got something for you.”
I frowned down at him, but my interest was piqued. And any thoughts or questions I may have had were silenced when he moved over to duplicate his oral treatment on my other breast.
As he did so, he expertly slid my pants and panties down, never pausing a second as he continued to suckle my breast.
And then his fingers were inside my pussy, sliding in and out, brushing upward, tickling that tender spot inside of me as he kept his mouth on my breasts. The dual stimulation nearly overwhelmed me, steadily pushing me upward, higher and higher toward climax. I was so excited and my body so turned on that I knew my juices were pouring out onto his fingers.
My breath came out in ragged pants as he kept going and going until I could no longer avoid the inevitable and came, my whole body quivering with the release.
He stood upright to kiss my lips again and reached back to unsnap my bra. “Lie down for me,” he said. I did, stretching my naked body onto the couch as he reached into his mystery bag to pull out what had taken him so long to get. I squinted my eyes, struggling to see just what he'd brought back. I finally gave up trying to figure out what it was, and just asked, “What's that?”
“It's your ticket to paradise,” he said with a grin. I snickered. Yeah, the joke was cheesy, but in a cute, endearing kind of way. Plus, I couldn't pretend that I wasn't a little curious about what having a ticket to paradise would be like. So I kept my opinions about his cheesy jokes to myself.
He opened the box and whipped out a C-shaped contraption. Next he pulled out what looked like a tiny remote control. The questioning look on my face made him laugh before he took my hand and led me to his bedroom, bringing the new toy with him.
When I'd laid down on the bed, Tim bent down to caress my skin and place feather-light kisses all over me. My body, still humming from his careful attention before, practically melted from this alone. But that was only a sampler, I soon found out, when he stepped back just enough to retrieve the toy.
Tim's fingers circled and strummed my clit, sending intense waves of pleasure through me again. Then I felt the upper curve of the plastic against my pussy and him slowly slide the lower curve inside me.
I looked over to see him grab the remote. Nervous and excited at the same time, I anxiously waited to see exactly what this paradise-bringing toy that he was so confident about had in store.
And then he flipped the switch on the remote, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The shock of the intense waves shook me to my core. Between the vibrating of the part of the toy that rested squarely on my G-spot and the vibrating of the other end stimulating my clit, I was bombarded with the most powerful flood of sensation that I’d ever experienced in my life before.
Through the slits of my half closed lids, I could see the pleased smile on Tim’s face. And I also saw it widen when he clicked the button on the remote and increased the vibration speed. “Oh, my...fuck…” I cried out, closing my eyes as I completely surrendered to the indescribable feeling.
And as if all of the sensations I was already being subjected to weren’t enough, I felt his lips enclose my nipple followed by the wet swipe of his tongue. If this wasn’t paradise, it was for damn sure close to it.
I heard another click of the remote and then felt the vibration rise once more. And I’m sure Tim never felt so glad that he lived in a detached home as he did then as my high pitched yell echoed throughout the room. Hell, I couldn’t control it. Not when pleasure like I’d never experienced before was shooting through my entire body.
As the vibration continued, I felt the bed move and heard him rise to his feet. I opened my eyes just in time to see him step out of his underwear. And though I was still mostly preoccupied by the feel of the toy, I couldn’t help notice that even fully erect, his penis was much less than I was accustomed to. Significantly less. I drew in a slight breath and closed my eyes again as I tried to continue to concentrate on the potent sensations pulsing between my thighs.
Then I felt his body on mine, the warmth of him only adding to my excitement. But when I felt him slide into me, realizing the at he didn’t plan to remove the vibrator, my eyes shot open in surprise. The feeling was out of this world. The combination of Tim and the vibe inside me, filling me completely, along with the continued pulses from the toy was nearly more than I could handle. But when he clicked the vibrator up another notch, I could’ve sworn I’d blacked out for a couple of seconds there. When I came to, I felt my body reacting in a way I didn’t know it could during an intimate session. Wild convulsions shook my body as his steady slide in and out of me only added fuel to the fire.
And then he drove me even more insane when he pushed one of my legs aside, opening me up and pushing further into me at just the right angle to press the vibe firmly against my G-spot. I’m not exactly sure what I did after that. I think there were more expletives thrown around, some clawing at the bed underneath me, and a low, odd tone that came from deep within my throat. Thinking on it after the fact, I’m pretty sure I looked like a madwoman. But keeping up appearances and a cute O-face was the absolute last thing on my mind when he was doing his best to keep me firmly planted in the throes of passion.
Lost in his expert skill, I realized I’d forgotten about how much less endowed he was and honestly, at that point I didn’t give a flying fuck about it. No other man, regardless of dick size, had ever been as adeptly skilled as Tim was in getting me to orgasm over and over and over again. I didn’t know climaxes could even get that high until my night with him.
And he didn’t just stop there. The caresses of my face and neck, and the kisses he planted all over my body only enhanced the intense connection we already had. This experience was out of this world and I didn’t know if I ever wanted to come back. But finally, after a couple more sessions and several more orgasms together, even that good thing had to come to an end.
But I’ll admit, I used to be part of the crowd of picky penis snobs before Tim came along. Now, though, he’s definitely made me a believer in the fact that a smaller man who knows what he’s doing in the bedroom is far better than any man with a sizable penis who uses it like a battering ram. I’m convinced. I’ll gladly take Tim, with or without his little paradise-bringing contraption any day.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.