Size is not the main thing

One of my most memorable sexual experiences was with a man who had a small penis.

Eric was my first boyfriend after I became sexually active. After our relationship ended, we remained friends, never discussing our sexual encounters. Eric was handsome, witty, intelligent, and charming. My female friends liked him, and he understood my friendship with Steven, as he had a close female friend.

Neither of us seemed to be in a rush to have sex, and that was fine. When we did start having sex, it was always about me. He could have me naked under his hands or mouth, and I would be lost in ecstasy before I could even think about getting him naked. His tongue was like magic on my clitoris.

But I could only go so many times before I wanted a penis inside me. And I soon discovered that his hesitation was due to his one fear: penis size. But I explained that most women are not size queens, and he had proven himself as a partner and in his abilities.

The night he finally revealed himself to me, his anxiety was palpable. Although he was smaller and thinner than Steven, I had no basis for comparison at the time. Without hesitation, I knelt before him and took him into my mouth.

As I moved my lips up and down his shaft, I noticed how easily he fit inside me and how much of him I could accommodate. The pleasure I gave him was evident in his breathing and moans, which only fueled my own desire. I grew wet with anticipation of him inside me.

However, Eric had other plans in mind. He removed himself from my mouth and led me to the bed, where I lay back and once again became a willing participant in his hands. By the time I was on the brink of my third orgasm, Eric slipped a condom on his cock and slowly entered me.

After I had another orgasm, I pushed him off me and climbed on top, quickly realizing that his size made it difficult to ride. However, I kept him securely wrapped in my pussy by rocking my hips. My hands moved from my breasts to my hair and finally to his chest as I rocked faster.

Screaming and moaning, my pussy clenched around his cock as I collapsed on his chest. I continued to rock my hips as he filled the condom with his seed.

For the following months, we would continue in this manner. He would eagerly engage in oral and penetrative activities with me whenever the opportunity arose, and I would revel in a level of satisfaction that I had only experienced with a handful of partners. However, his insecurities about his size ultimately led to our separation. But that is a tale for another time.