I informed him he had a little manhood. Well, if you’re looking for reliability, I actually told him that their rubbish probably cannot strike my intimate “place” — basicallyn’t much better, perhaps.

When it comes to record, the apparatus back at my month-long friend-with-benefits ended up being a perfectly acceptable size and shape. And certainly, we understood just what I happened to be doing as I blurted aside my verbal castration. They probably wasn’t my smartest moment because of the opposite sex.

But this Matt Damon-esque hottie, who was by far the most attractive man I would have sex with to date, had pissed me personally down therefore royally that the only ideal comeback were to strike his nether area. I understood that insulting their little soldier is the supreme ego-crusher for a man who had boasted about their man-whorish history. Slash me some slack; I was annoyed.

My outburst hammered the final complete in our small hookup’s coffin, as my guy got completely distraught

of the indisputable fact that their knob potentially wasn’t the huge instrument of sexual satisfaction he had imagined. Read more