This story brought tears to my eyes.
But before I share it with, this is important… All too many men want a bigger Johnson. They mistakenly think it is the key to giving women orgasms.
Guys spend tons of money on vitamins and pumps and countless hours on exercises. And they STILL don’t give women orgasms. The fascinating thing is, the bigger they are, the more they believe this fallacy! Where would the limit be? 
And what if a man were huge? Would it only attract women because of the appendage? Would women be attracted to “him” or to “it”? And what kind of woman would THAT be?
At least the above is true for the men who are unaware of the truths of female sexuality. But if you’ve been paying attention to my methods, you know how to give women better orgasms with one finger than most men on the planet!
Hear this touching story from an enlightened man who had the misfortune of being exceptionally “genetically challenged”.
***EMAIL from JB in Minnesota:
Hello David,
First off kudos to you mate for your fantastic work. Here is my story, some observations and maybe a couple of pointers you could interpret or expand on.
I am a big tough-looking (but actually quite mild) guy originally from down under (the other one slightly to the right). I’m also a scientist and I never had a problem getting women. I did have a problem keeping them, because I have been cursed with a very large penis.
I have a 10.75 X 7.5 inch penis and I don’t care if it is sacrilege to some but I would be way happier at 7 X 5.5 or so. Girls would end up getting so uncomfortable they wouldn’t believe that I could pleasure them other ways.
I’m sure my problem was they were either curious or unaware (I’d wear ridiculously tight underwear and tuck it back as far as I could to leave as little visual bulge as possible under loose pants) and I’d work them up to pre-orgasmic state, however when I took everything off things changed.
I am a good guy but they just assumed because of my physical size (6′6″, 260) I was going to brutalize them. I really don’t like hurting women (a bit of a smack on the bum or tug of the hair notwithstanding) and despise those that do.
If you can’t give a girl pleasure when she is with you, you may as well
save up your money and go look for hookers.I ended up gravitating towards size queens and that really warped me. Those women don’t give a damn about intimacy or foreplay (and I loved going down on women). They are so jacked up by the sight and the thought that they are almost like a different species.
One day I figured enough was enough. Basically I more or less shut down sexually and concentrated on work for almost five years. That was great for me and my co-owners financially but is no way to live. It is dysfunctional for a 28 year old guy, especially one making a substantial amount of money, to just give up on sex regardless of the size of his member (big, average or small).
One day I came across “The Masterful Lover” series and it seemed interesting. I purchased your published collective works and they made me feel invigorated again.
Last year I was at a conference. I met this tiny (5′3″, 108 lbs) little Goddess (an Ivy League Post Doc) that I couldn’t even breathe around for the first day or so. As it turned out she had just taken a job offer to start next month in a city not far from where my company is located. I said I’d buy her dinner and give her an outline on what to expect moving there.
At first I think she was a bit intimidated, but agreed. It was a very pleasant evening and I don’t think I took my eyes off her face once and she was blushing and looking down at her plate a lot and fluffing sentences that she was way too intelligent to mess up even with a few Cosmo’s in her. We agreed to get together again when she moved.
The next month was the longest of my life and I was considering making contact with some regional size queens that were advertising on an “adult connection” website (and hating myself for it). Then one day (a Monday that I will always remember) an email showed up with her new title and address and she wondered if I would show her around the area.
I have a lake cabin and boat and suggested she meet me there. I was encouraged to see she had brought a bag that looked to be quite substantially packed. Unfortunately when I hugged her so was I (I was planning on wearing a belt bag that morning that would have given me a plausible excuse to hug at arms length but had completely forgotten. Unbelievable!!!) and she almost flipped over backwards trying to get away from me. I thought that was the end of any chance I had but decided not to make a big deal out of it.
After a day on the lake, I told her we should go in and get something to eat (I had stocked up before she arrived). She looked absolutely stunned for a few seconds and I could see she was mentally preparing herself to face the reality of physical intimacy maybe more quickly than she had planned.
Once I got her inside I didn’t even go through the pretense of cooking anything I just pushed her against a wall, picked her up with one hand under her bum (she was quite wet and it wasn’t lake water) and held the other two over her head and started kissing her. I was preparing myself for a bit of a struggle or to stop if she threw a fit despite her arousal. In hindsight I probably went a little too quickly to the caveman thing but God did it work!!!
She was moaning into my mouth and bucking her little hips against my stomach. The restraint thing really works and is probably magnified when you are a lot bigger/stronger than your partner. I did the Hockey move and the two arm thing. If you are a large guy though (I mean in stature) please be careful when the heat is on.
I carried her into the main bedroom and took/tore off her clothes in about ten seconds and removed my shirt as well because I wanted to feel her skin against mine but I kept my pants on. I was fully engorged and it was painful but I kept them on. I spent a lot of time on every part of her upper body (don’t ignore the armpits and the underside of the upper arm!! If she doesn’t like it she’ll let you know. If not keep at it) and began working the verbiage up from the gentle to the ribald and that really set her off.
This is a girl with a PhD in biochemistry from an Ivy League school and
she couldn’t get enough of being called a “dirty little prick teaser”!Some of the size queens I knew liked to talk nasty and be called sluts etc. but I had never gone that route with a real woman before. She had a massive shuddering orgasm the second time I breezed by her clit and vagina with my tongue but didn’t touch them en route via her inner thighs.
I cuddled her for a little bit and she kept trying to grab my cock but I wouldn’t let her. I told her she had to relax and I did the “Welcomed” thing. I had actually practiced that on a stripper I was friends with a few months earlier and she had really enjoyed it a lot, much to her surprise.
I brought this gorgeous little creature up and back again several times in the next 10-15 minutes or so all the time telling her to relax and describing how she was on a beach and all alone and was lying naked in the water and the tide was coming in and touching her inner thighs higher and higher.
Towards the end she was just whimpering and when I asked her if she would like to come she could barely catch her breath to beg me. The “tide” getting all the way up to her clit and she came.
David, I thought I had killed her! She was just about levitating and the neighbors must have thought there was a horror movie being filmed. She wouldn’t let me touch her (flailing at me!!) for about ten minutes even to stroke her hair or her cheek and her eyes were completely unfocused.
She was comatose and so I lay down beside her and hugged her for about an hour it seemed. When she came around she was in a kind of a stupor so I just kept talking to her softly about how beautiful she was and how incredibly good it felt holding her (it certainly helped that it was 100 % true).
Guys when you read David’s stuff don’t breeze over
the emphasis on the VERBAL intercourse!She tried several times to explain what she had felt but it always petered out to words like “rhapsodic” or “verdant” (those Ivy League girls actually take their undergrad arts and humanities coursework seriously).
The subject of my penis finally came up and so I took off my pants. The look on her face said it all and I knew that she was having to mentally prepare herself again but this time for discomfort.
Memories from University started coming back to me and I began to pull my pants up because there was no way in the world I wanted to hurt this girl just to get my end away. For the second and what I figured final time that day my dick was going to potentially wreck things for me and I had lost the plot.
There must be some kind of equation that relates the number/intensity of orgasms you give a woman to her willingness to go above and beyond for you because she grabbed my hand and said “What do you think you’re doing?”
Maybe by a quirk of fate I had happened upon the woman who was just ultimately meant for me. The feeling was as indescribable as her efforts to explain her “welcomed” orgasm earlier had been. She wanted to give it a try and started stroking it gently and biting my nipples (Wow!! No wonder my friend teaches in The IL if the girls are like that. HUGE turn on I was unaware of).
She couldn’t get me into her mouth (I think I have only ever received a couple of B.J.’s in my life that amounted to anything so guys when you are reading this thinking about what an a-hole I am for whining about my penis consider that) but she sure as hell was trying.
She was really slippery already but I had brought some lube. With my finger I went for her deep spot. I rationalized that if I got her close digitally then I could do her missionary with her ankles on my shoulders (only way I have found it to be at least tolerable for normal women) and hit the same region and finish her off quite quickly with my dick before it got too painful. I see David validated that in a recent email from another 99th percentile guy.
The plan worked better than I had dreamed and I was able to get into her enough to give her a really long drawn out Ohhhhhh Myyyyyy Goddddd!!! type orgasm.
I pulled out and waited a bit with her legs still up on my shoulders until she had caught her breath and before she started contracting back down and then got back in again a little deeper this time and with very slow stokes. My beautiful little Goddess took it like a trooper and even had her breathing timed.
Then I did something that I wished I had done for some girls when I was younger. I put some lube on the palm of my left hand and just placed it flat on her labia and clit. I timed a flat motion forward and back with my thrusts and that got her making a high-pitched keening noise and tearing at her hair. She was sweating profusely in less than a minute and kept trying to prop herself up (which actually pushed me a bit deeper into her) on her elbows but couldn’t because I think her coordination was shot.
I just stopped after that next violent orgasm and made her watch me jerk off all over her sweaty boobs while I straddled her. She was encouraging me using language I know they don’t approve of at Penn or Cornell and that I had no idea she even had in her vocabulary. I don’t think Hawthorne was much into “yeah you big f&^%er cum all over your little f$#%toy” or “soak my t%ts you f*&^%$^ ba$tard”.
She told me afterward that she had planned to flirt with me all day, French kiss me through the window of her car as she was leaving and then go home and masturbate but when we got to the cabin she knew she had lost control of the situation and was just hoping if she gave in to me that I would be gentle with her. Then she cried. Later on that night when she was sleeping I went outside and I did as well. Some of you may snigger at that and I’m certainly not one for that type of thing but I can’t tell you what a relief it was.
This was a bit more of a tome than I expected to write but David, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!!!
Your narratives and experience allowed me to formulate a plan specific to my situation to make love to the most beautiful girl (wife now actually :-)) in the world in a manner that didn’t scare her off and made her fall for me despite the handicap.
I am even beginning to delve into the hypnosis/trance stuff as well in order to have more options to make her feel satisfied without ever having to cause her any pain (I know it still hurts her a bit and that thought will always be in the back of my mind). She can now handle more of me, often all the way through to my own orgasm (she wants to have kids ASAP which might have a few other fringe benefits).
Although I know I’ll never hear the ball-slapping sound I don’t care. My sweetheart worships me because it is me that loves her and makes love to her, not my dick.
Your #1 Fan,
JB, Minnesota
>>>MY COMMENTS:
He gave her orgasms, not because of his size, but despite his size.
You can do the same for your woman, no matter how you’re built. Like I’ve said over and over, it’s not about size. For a woman, sex is almost completely mental. Learn to seduce her mind and her body will respond!
How important is your future to you? How important is it to you that your woman loves you completely, for who you are, no matter what your size? What value would you put on that?
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