I’ve had some hilarious comments. One ho asked where the zipper was. She really did think I had a clever prosthetic somehow affixed to my groin. I think this may have been the moment I figured I’d made my goal. Or it may have been the moment this one girlfriend told me she would pay for a surgical reduction. I wasn’t about to take her up on it. She left. My bad. I never should have let her get on it the way she did. I think she felt like it was her job, as little doubt it had been for so many years. I think she’d been a prostitute most of her adult life. Tough to sort these things out with Thai woman, especially if you can’t speak the language. I had to admit it looked a little out of place next to her. One time at the bar, when it was obvious that we were a thing, one of her girlfriends, just right out in front of everyone, asked how big my dick was. She thought about it, then held up her leg, gripped it just above the calf and below the ankle, and just nodded her head with a look of dead seriousness in her eyes. Sure, she was quite petite, but still.
I could go on a bit, but seriously do guys really want to hear this crap? I guess so. This thread has, what is it, a hundred thousand views. I’ll admit it’s fun to reminisce. One gal actually sort of screamed when she saw it. One french woman said my flaccid was bigger than any erection she had ever seen. One ho just said no, and left. One ho dove on it like it was a helpless baby that needed protecting. That was fun. Oh the joy of a giant cock. One gal just said “can not.” And she couldn’t, not for lack of trying, it simply wouldn’t fit. Sorry, I know I’ve told that one ten times before, but it’s my favorite. Yea, god help me. I’m helplessly addicted to pe, and now my cock is cartoon sized.
Sometimes I worry though, not about me but about others. This to me, if it isn’t clear yet, is an obsession. I sometimes wonder where I’d be without it, and if it’s a good idea at all to encourage others to take it up. I wonder if I’m unusual in that I’ve never really suffered any injuries. Perhaps I’m genetically predisposed to development? It has caused friction within relationships. I tell myself it could have been different if I had had some council, and been more prepared. Maybe should have just bought some lube. I’m joking. Lube isn’t a problem. I don’t like to use lube. Most hoes will insist, however. I don’t mind that, as one shouldn’t expect to eroticize a hooker.
My one true love started crying when she could no longer fit my cock in her mouth. That’s kind of sad if I think about it. I don’t usually. Guess that’s the thing with obsessions, they need to be fed. Anyway, I’m still telling myself it’s healthy enough. I’ll do some clamped bends in the morning. Maybe top it off with a crusher. Then off for a run up to the top of a waterfall, sit-ups push-ups, kundalini breathing yoga, kegeling blood throughout my organ from time to time. Finish with a massive drink of spring water. My obsession has largely led me to this place. I have no children, I’m not married, have few friends, am not rich. Got a super big dick though.
I guess that’s why I’m here, trying to make my presence felt. I feel I have council to offer, not just about how one might achieve what I have in terms of erectile function development, but what one may achieve in terms of quality of life. We need balance. I have at times lost site of the more important things, like the people I love. I was in too big a hurry. P.E. should be for life, but should not consume it.
I find it very strange this is only a conversation one can have as an anonymous poster on some obscure website. Peoples heads would explode if I started talking about this in a public setting. Can you imagine it? “Hey everybody, I made my dick four times bigger and ten times more functional, by employing little known techniques that are completely natural and amazingly beneficial to overall health.” Folks would rather talk about how they hate Trump, and tell me to stop spewing fake news. I’d like to give them all a good swaffeling with my fully engorged member, and see if that changes their tune. If a kilo of cock knocking you upside the head won’t change your mind, then nothing will.