But I've know a few women who have ONLY dated hung guys and swear up and down there's nothing to it and it's all about personality for them. With all due respect, actions speak louder than words sometimes, lol.
Men with small dicks have not often made themselves available to me. First two cocks I ever played with were about average. The next seven ranged from quite large to extremely large. Then there was one micropenis. Then a big, fat one. Then a small one.
Then an outrageously curvaceous one. Looked like bathroom plumbing. It hung on the only man I ever picked because of his penis. That thing was weird, and I wanted to try that novelty peen out. I spotted him on an amateur nudes site, recognized a landmark in a photo described as having been taken near his apartment, found a way to get in touch, and asked to smash. I forgot about him. Meh personality. Decent enough lay. With nothing in common, it fizzled very quickly.
Then a bunch of big ole swangin' dicks. Like, maybe 25 or 30 of them in a row. Then a mix of mostly large and average with two small ones tossed in. This was maybe another run of 20.
Then it slowed down as I returned to serial monogamy. All roughly average. One a little thin. One very thick.
Currently non-monogamous. Roster has changed during this period; always seeing at least two out of the four. Smallest penis hangs on the one I have the most fun talking to, and the best sexual chemistry. We will get back to him in a bit. The other three have big boners.
I am avoiding contact with one because he confuses me emotionally. He's fun in bed, but could definitely learn to better wield his long, thick erection. Eats like a starving champ, though. He just has made the boundaries too blurry. We were a monogamous couple, then we we're apart. Then back together. Then casual sex. I just leave him alone. If he calls I shoot him a text. I do not see him.
The other two have more meat than he does, both length and girth, but are comparable with each other. I have only ever encountered two penises larger than theirs.
One of them is saved by his cute face, sweet demeanor, and fun personality. He's really just an okay lay, but he's sexy and fun to be around. Sometimes I just want to hang out with him, but do not because he would expect sex. I really only sleep with him when I'm horny and nobody else is available. It's a lot of dick to have to deal with for just okay sex. It isn't bad sex. But it isn't great, either, and I'm pretty used to great.
The other is one of the best lays I have ever experienced. It's the best oral, for sure. He is very careful with his giant hard-on, and really a very intuitive lover. Plus, he takes me down a brand new YouTube rabbit hole every time I see him, and when adjusting my medication made me slightly (very) crazy (violent) one day, he followed me around and kept me out of trouble. THAT is a friend. And oh, how I laugh around him! He tickles my soul. He is ridiculous, and I love him. He lets himself be vulnerable emotionally with me. I appreciate and reciprocate that deep trust.
Still, my favorite is the smallest hung in the current bunch. He is packing about average. Maybe a wee little bit thinner than average. It fits great! He isn't the most skilled partner I ever had (not that his skills are poor), not the biggest or smallest, but the curve is perfect and the fit is flawless. During even our laziest, half-assed, drunk or stoned or almost asleep fucks, I come on his dick right away. There is also a strange allure we can both feel. Physically, I wouldn't describe him as my type. He looks like he skips leg day. I hate chicken legs. But the second I see him, I want him inside me. When he smiles I feel like I can't breathe unless I kiss him. I feel so drawn to him, and the feeling is mutual. He just... He sees me. Tou know? And once, we accidentally got pregnant. We had a spill due to careless condom use. We didn't know I was expecting, but when we would talk, he would tell me he was falling asleep at work. He is a raw vegan, but he would tell me he was eating fish (cooked fish!) every day, and didn't know why. Meanwhile I was drinking three or four energy drinks and a few cups of coffee, even smoking or using nicotine patches to stay awake through my own exhaustion, and eating many stacks of pancakes because I was craving my least favorite food, French toast. I don't eat pancakes (even if they are my favorite). I eat 25-50 net carbs per day. I am diabetic. I fall off, but mostly I stay on my wagon. We were both having bouts of vertigo. Then, my miscarriage taught us that we had conceived. We were both grief-stricken, and we were both relieved. We realized my pregnancy had given us both symptoms. The only thing we didn't share was he gained weight (mine stayed almost the same despite eating everything not locked away) and my breasts were very tender and swollen. There is a connection we both feel, and our lost pregnancy solidified it.
There it is. I have lain with literal scores of men. I doubt I've played with a dozen dicks that were average or smaller. I didn't attempt intercourse with the micro guy. I was too shocked. One of the small hung guys was horrifyingly selfish. Terrible lay. Two of the small hung guys are in my top 5 favorite sexual experiences, along with an average one, and some of the others are in my top ten. I do not have clear memories of the ONE AND ONLY dude I picked because I saw his penis somewhere and wanted to try his bizarrely twisted swizzle stick out. Most of the guys with average and smaller had to be heavily pursued, even the ones with a clear demonstrable interest in me.
The fact of the matter is, it is the guys with the bigger penises who make themselves available to me. Scores of playmates and lovers, and only one I chose penis first. The world just does not work like you think it does.
