Does size really matter? If I hear that stupid question one more time I'll scream! YES!
Of course size doesn't matter! It doesn't matter if the length of your erect cock is 5 inches or 10; it all comes down to that big, sexy, erogenous zone between your ears, ok?
That being said, I am one of those 'Size Queens'. So for me, it all comes down to that big, sexy, piece of meat between your legs.
I crave big cocks. I need a big fat prick regularly or I go insane. So I flirt a lot, and propose a lot. I get a lot of positive answers and I guess I'm lucky since I get a lot of great lovers.
But not all of them have what I really need. Evidently some do, so I leave them my number.
I have been asking myself for a while: what if there was a way I could know for sure the man I'm about to fuck has a nice big prick... besides asking him -of course he'll say yes he's not that dumb!
And I found a way: the wonderful wicked web. So many meat markets online... I was sure there would be one suitable for my needs so I hunted and recently found one.
I started chatting and emailing a couple of men and Richard caught my attention. Figures, with a nickname like his...
When he (finally!) sent me a picture of his cock, I knew I had to have it! We set a date to meet and fuck. I didn't want (still don't) all that getting-to-know-you-better-let-me-buy-you-flowers-oh!-you-look-so-beautiful-in-the-pale-moonlight-the-sun-is-nothing-in-comparison romantic stuff.
But I digress. Which I do often, and which I enjoy doing just to see if you're paying attention. Of course I don't want to lose your attention either so I'll get back to the point.
I had a feeling Dick (oohh such a nice name) wouldn't be the last of my online conquests so I labeled him 'Number 1'.
We were to meet in a park, after the lunch hour rush. Dick is a lawyer and conveniently could take an afternoon off to 'work from home'. At least that's what he told me.
I was pleased when I saw how elegant he looked in his dark suit, sitting on a bench near a fountain. I licked my lips and swayed my hips a little more than usual.
He stood when he saw me, a big grin on his face, and extended his large hand. He was tall! And handsome. I wondered if his wife knew what he was about to do...
I shook his hand and inhaled his cologne. "L'eau D'Issey..." I smiled appreciatively.
"You have quite a nose," he replied with a deep voice that got me thinking about all the dirty things he would be saying soon.
"The scent brings back memories," I sighed and waived, wanting to get through the chitchat quickly.
He surprised me and grabbed my hand, directing it on his crotch. His cock was limp but the gesture got my blood boiling nonetheless.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" he stated.
I curled my fingers and fondled his balls over his expensive pants, looking into his eyes, biting my bottom lip, nodding.
He impressed me when he took me by the hand and quickly walked me to his car. His steps were huge and purposeful. I almost needed to run to keep up with him. I hoped he would fuck me the same way: not fast, but with passion and want.
He opened the door of his brand new Sedan for me. The smell of leather seats was exhilarating. God I love leather! He quickly took his place in the driver's seat and started the silent engine.
I was so hot I hiked my skirt up my thighs a bit. Dick glanced at me as I spread my legs and slowly stroked my firm flesh.
"Don't tease, Alexandra," he warned.
I just giggled and undid the first button of my pink blouse.