Every Inch Counts: An Essay

Freud was thoroughly convinced that women suffered from Penis Envy. Some tightly wound Feminists deny this theory. Whoever you are and whatever you think, chances are you've seen a penis and have some thoughts on this delicious male organ. Maybe you're a man and you own one; maybe you're a woman obsessed with them; maybe you're simply a curious virgin whose seen them in pornography. Whatever the case, I hope to make my own personal case for my fascination and love of cocks. Some may find this essay positively dull, while others may find it a phallic fantasy both spellbinding and curious in its nature. But, without much more of an introduction, let me delve into the subject at hand and see if we have something in common.

I was 20 years old when I saw a penis for the first time in real life, up close and personal. It was a both intimidating and fascinating experience that afternoon when I pulled it from a man's slacks for that first time, breaking the cherries of my eyes. I had the whole thing backwards: When I saw this big, beautiful, veiny cock, I wanted it inside of my dripping gash immediately. And so it was. I then proceeded onto blowjobs. At that time, I fancied myself as some sort of puritanical seductress, and, at times, so it was.

The beauty of a cock is not so much if it has hair or not, the size, or whether it is cut or uncut; it all has to do with how a man uses his body to manipulate this wonderfully obscene organ. It drips with desire if seduced by the correct measures. Of course, I do have my preferences on how a cock should appear and I will discuss these here.

To be perfectly honest, I prefer it when a man has hair on and/or around his cock. Though this may sound terribly old-fashioned and sexist for me to say, shaving is a woman's thing -- men shouldn't feel they have to do it (but, also, women should not feel this obligation either). It's a natural and manly thing to have pubic hair on the body. For a man to shave completely is somewhat...what is the word? Unnatural. The friction of a man's coarse pubic hair grinding against a smooth pussy or a wet and open mouth is a contrast that is unbelievably sexy. Focusing on the mere differences of these things is enough to make a whore out of a nun. There is something ecstatically sexy about giving a blowjob and, filled to the tonsils, feeling the hair tickle the insides of my nostrils.

As for size, do I enjoy a pornographically outrageously large man? I do not know; I've never known men with traffic-stopping dicks. But one thing I do know is that most men cannot compete with the common gigolos in skin flicks. The days of John Holmes (also known as "Johnny Wadd") and Linda Lovelace are long gone, but pornography will never go out of style -- especially not in my household! But when I am watching a dirty movie and I see an unusually large man, I simply close my legs, think to myself, "That's gotta hurt," and move on to a different movie. And I am willing to bet many women feel the same as I do.

To continue with this subject (measuring out my hands as I do), I like a good 6 or 7 inches of thick and ready manhood. The veiny and bumpy skin, rising from the surface as it crawls up to the head of the shaft, and, eventually, the beautiful, pearl-cum spurting from the head as the man climaxes, hand on his cock, his head tilted back in ecstasy, and my tongue hanging out for a deliciously dirty treat is a type of euphoria unknown until you experience it yourself. But, as I wipe my brow with my trusty kerchief as I type, I will admit this: If this makes me a Size Queen, then let it be. And let me admit one more thing before I wrap up this paragraph: More is not necessarily better. A man can be a relatively small fellow, but he can fuck like a machine. On the other hand, ten inches of a dragging sock can turn a girl sour and look for another lover when it is needed.

Cut or Uncut? To Be or Not to Be? Okay, so maybe that's a little dramatic, but I'm sure every woman has her preference on the mentioned subject. In the flesh, I have never seen an uncircumcised man. I imagine, though, it'd be some sort of wonderful game of hide-and-seek and much messier in the most mouthwatering of ways, but that's not to say circumcised dicks should be left in the dust. I've had my fair share of cocks; all (so far) have been circumcised, and the blatantly forward nature of the desire that squirts out, rope after rope into an open pussy, well, it is an invasion that will make a girl's eyes roll back in her head and want to extend the length of her orgasms into eternity. Being that I've never experienced an uncut slice of meat, I cannot honestly compare the two and say which one I enjoy more. But I will say this: I am having quite a ball with the neatly sliced penises I've been fed, and, swallowing it all down with the truth, it all settles very well in my tummy.

And so, in conclusion, this is my confession of my preferences for that meaty and wonderful tool that juts out from a man's hips. That sex organ that can turn a most ordinary man into a lusty animal in the bedroom. The changes in a man, physically, are really quite astounding, but his personality changes also raise a suggestive eyebrow. It's a tool that can be used to do so much damage, so much destruction; but it can also bring so much joy and many lust-filled nights of passion. The shriek of an orgasm is a gift that, for me, only a cock can achieve.

Will you join me?