I am sitting here very tipsy, answering these posts carefully, watching my spelling and grammar as an English Lit. professor's daughter should.
I was younger and foolish, and made a smart comment when my date wasn't able to keep his erection. I don't even remember now exactly what I said to him...
The result was terrifying. I ended up bruised, scared, and sadly wiser. After he vented his anger on me for about 5 minutes or so, he threw me out the door. I landed naked on my rear in the hotel hall, waiting for my clothes and purse to be thrown out to me, I then tried to vanish down the stairs before hotel security arrived to investigate my screams. The marks faded, but not the memory.
This was my first real world education in violence.
Now I am a much better judge of people's character, but I NEVER make smart comments to a man about his lack of size, or hardness!! EVER!!!
I make reasonable attempts using my mouth, hand, fingers, lotion, toys, and any other method I can think of to help, and then sweetly ask to be eaten at the same time. This is helpful too, and even if he doesn't get it hard enough, I cuddle, sigh, moan and have a good time, and thank him a lot. I have also learned that if I am wet enough, I can work a sort -of hard penis into me.
Leigh says I practice "defensive sex"
Truthfully, even now, when I see a "drooper" (one of my own names for one) I flinch at that memeory.
Funny... up to know only 4 other people knew about that night, and now I have shared it with all of you.

"in vino veritas"

Wanda

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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"

---Margaret Cho