You’ve known since high school you’re not like most other guys. They have a pecker, you have a pee-pee. While they pitch a tent in their pants from a hard on, yours barely qualifies as a tent peg. When they relieve themselves by playing the skin flute, you’re playing (rubbing?) the world’s smallest violin. Not to mention what happens when you get naked in front of girls. Women don’t just point, they laugh too. A couple might actually have let you touch them, but ruined your mood when they asked, “Is it in yet?”
Face it, you’re never gonna wow a woman with your manhood (or lack thereof). You now have to make some difficult decisions. You can become a hermit and swear off the human race entirely. Or, you can find a virgin to be her first and only, but nowadays you risk being labeled a pedophile. You can insist that you only have sex in total darkness, and substitute a strap-on for you own deficient equipment. You can train yourself to find laughter exciting, but that would only satisfy you, not your partner. Finally, you can choose to compensate by becoming uber-talented with other (regular size) body parts. Who knew that a tiny tallywhacker would afford you so many life choices?
If your one-eyed wonder weasel is more like a wiggly worm, you’re actually not alone. It just seems that way most of the time, especially when you’re hyper-horny. So what you probably need is some instruction on how to get the most from the junior johnson you have. Give me a call and we can talk about your options, new techniques, and every “little” thing that comes up. I mean it. Call me. Now.
Linda
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