I'll publicly admit that I was one of those women who subscribed to the school of "Size Counts". It wasn't a conscious decision per se, but my introduction to the male member was done in quite an impressive fashion that it was what I expected thereafter. I was fortunate that my subsequent introductions (save for one) to other members of the "
Well Endowed" club kept me thinking that was important and I even had a way of gauging how big a man was without even seeing it. Sorry, I will not publicly disclose a trade secret.
Anyway, up until recently, I still held my membership to the previously mentioned "club" and seemed content with it. Well, that was until I got involved with my current and he firmly announced that while he's not as endowed as my previous boyfriends, he has what he has and can/will work with what he's got. And let me tell you, he has over and over again. Ladies, this man has come close to having his neighbours know my name and I've not only chased the rainbow, but experienced the many colours therein, and ate the Skittles at the end. I've done and enjoyed things I used to say I wouldn't and he's left me sore more often that not. Is it ever great to have open the door to change/growth/new experiences.
Being with him is nothing short of an A because the foreplay starts outside of the bedroom with compliments, flirting, the kiss or touch at just the right/unexpected time, and when it reaches the bedroom, it's anyone's guess how it's going down. We've scared ourselves on how involved we've gotten and how his performance has left me shook. So suffice it to say that I've not renewed and am not sure that I would want to my membership to the "Well Endowed" club. My sweetie has hit home runs, won pennants, and taken the championship with what the good Lord has blessed him with and I'm glad I'm over my once shallow; though unintentional mindset.
A reformed woman!
