Mistress has been meaning to reply to my dear Dirty boy to an email he sent me a few weeks ago. I’ve been so busy, I decided to share with you all and give him a little added humiliat… err.. attention.
Some us learn that lesson the hard way.
Ever seen the disappointment on a chick’s face when you drop your pants and it aint hanging like the thought it was hanging? Well of course you haven’t personally, but do you know of, heard about, or other wise 2nd hand experienced it?
Hurts like the Dickens, like, “that’s where your dick ends, pssht! C’mon let’s get this over with. Fuck!”
Seriously though, what’s even worse than out right humiliation is seeing the disappointed look on her face, and she tries to hide it. Tries to play it off like she’s still as excited for it as when she was squeezing it through my pants. I’ve got just enough to pull off the illusioin. 6 inches hard in jeans, she’s feeling it, looking at it, licking her lips, thinking “Oh yeah, it’s on.” Hot, ready, wondering what’s taking me so fucking long to get a move on toward the bedroom. I’m stalling. I know what, or at least sense what lies ahead. I let her rub it through my pants a lil’ bit more. I’m squeezing her breasts. We’re kissing. Fuck it. I’m horned up enough not to care any more. We stumble playfully over each other on the way back to the bedroom. More making out, clothes coming off, she’s got surgery scars from breast reduction, I’m licking them, she’s like “really?,” I’m like, “Hell yeah, all of you, I’m gonna make love to all of you, beauty and faults alike.” Feeling smooth, like I just dropped the mack line of the century on her. Dick comes out. Facial expression immediate change. Fuck! I’m thinking I know what she’s thinking, but she’s not gonna let it show, not intentionally any way. The enthusiasm, the energy, the heat, it immediately takes a dive. I’m struggling just to stay hard now. If she’s not hot for it, then how can I be. I ain’t a rapist, I need the woman turned on too. The wetter and hornier she gets, the more it excites me and she just aint into it that much any more. She’s still willing to go through the motions though, So we do. I keep a stiffy miraculously, but it’s not IRON like it was earlier, the motherfucker aint throbbing and straining no more. “Dammit, aint 6 inches enough?” I think to myself. I’m not gonna acknowledge it out loud either. It’s not a skinny 6 either, it’s kind of thick. I’ve had girls really enjoy it before. I’ve also had this kind of experience before too. I realize I sit on the fence. Never know what kind of reaction I’ll get. 6 can be enough, like just enough, or it can be too small for some. But I’ve prepped her good. I’ve eaten her out great. I’ve sucked her breasts, licked her nipples, and breast reduction scars from surgery and all. I’ve held her tight damn near all day today. And yesterday too. It’s only our third date, I was feeling like the fucking man before I dropped my pants and she gave me the gas face.
OK, here’s Mistress Shayna’s Miracle Cure for your little dick problem.. and yes.. it’s little. Not average, not just a little under, not straddling the fence. How do I know? Because I understand the kind of HO scale, one inch equals one mile, mapquesting mentality of men who look at their dicks and *always* see it as being bigger than it is… frankly, I’m amazed so many of you fuckers are carpenters, since not a one of you seems to be able to tell inches form centimeters when you’re measuring your dicks.
..but I digress.
My advice to you, my darling, Dirty, is to get the name of your girlfriend’s plastic surgeon. Get him to give you the big titties she surrendered to the knife, and start dating lesbians. No dyke is gonna be disappointed with that bloated clit you call a dick.
You’re welcome, Poppet.
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