It’s not the size that matters, some say, but the way that you use it. That sounds fair enough to me, as a perfectly in experienced person! But who is trying to fool whom? For some people the size is of paramount importance, because it is a matter of self-esteem more than anything else, and the actual workings are of lesser importance.
Let’s be honest, there is precious little that a man can do about his size when it comes to the nether regions, that little bit of flexible meat down there, but there is plenty he can do to improve the whole experience, and the start is not to overplay his hand. If someone is going to boast about his package, then he’d better have something which lives up to his boasts, otherwise he’s just going to end up being a laughing stock, very embarrassed when it comes down to that certain moment, and paying his own taxi home considerably earlier in the evening than he might have planned.
You all know that I have my own preferences when it comes to sex: if the right woman isn’t there I’ve got my toys, and they come in all shapes and sizes, don’t lie to me and rarely disappoint. But I’ve been told that I am often too hard on men or, at the very least, a little bit unfair. That’s probably down to my lack of experience – lack of interest – with men.
However, I do know that when someone lies to me, and the lie surfaces at exactly the wrong moment, there is no way that anything is going any further. The same goes for women – not necessarily with size, but certainly with many, many other things. Honesty pays … or the replacement plays!
Love & Kisses, Viki.