The first time I came across the concept of the UberPenis was on a trip to Pompeii.
We found this picture in one of the little houses and were told the story of how, in less enlightened times, it was covered by a board and only the men were allowed to view it.
After that, I became rather fascinated by the idea that not all men were equal. However, in my very small sphere of experiences, all the cocks have been pretty much the same size once erect. Yes, some might have been a little wider than others but lengthwise, they were all very similar. Naturally, Ruf’s is my favourite because it has a slight curve which hits all the right spots providing me with a whole new layer to the intensity of my orgasms.
Watching Mark Wahlberg’s prosthetically-enhanced performance as Dirk Diggler in Boogie Nights, I came to realise that porn stars are not like ordinary men. They are chosen for the size of their endowment and the inventiveness of their screen name rather than their acting ability. Not having been much into porn, be it in magazines or on film, this was all new to me.
I’ve always been an action type of girl. Reading the sexual exploits in Harold Robbins and Jilly Cooper novels and seeing the pictures in my head as a result of the quality of the narrative is what gets me wet. Seeing a naked man oiled up in a magazine, no matter how big his truncheon, really doesn’t do that much in terms of arousal… but, with the revelatory discovery of the pleasing capacity of my toothbrush, I did start to look for more visual means of stimulation on satellite television. Bravo provided me with some material. Normally interviews and bios on porn stars which would involve the sight of a man shafting one woman whilst fingering another two. Now that’s what I call multi-tasking. Mind you, if ever there was any full frontal nudity, his bits were normally pixellated out.
It was Ruf who introduced me to online porn and some of the larger examples of manhood.
To be honest, those things terrify me. When I hear or read my blogger friends waxing lyrical about the joys of the Big Boy, I find myself inwardly quaking.
I’m so small and delicate and with a very fragile vaginal ecosystem that has enough trouble coping with the pounding I receive from a regular model without being ripped apart by something that is clearly some inches longer than the distance between my pubic bone and my belly button.
I read over at Svetlana’s Sex Secrets that one in three women likes a big penis but I can’t help thinking that the figure may be greater than that – although maybe it’s just the company I keep.
No, for me, the extra large dong would be totally excessive. But that certainly doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to continue to regale me with your stories of how such a beast works for you.
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