This subject is making me uncomfortable before I've even begun but this thought occurred to me and I didn't want to lose it to memory so it goes here. Since nobody reads this web-log but me, it's tantamount to still being in my head. The subject is the male penis.
Medical science can work miracles. They can transplant almost any organ. They can take a woman from an A-cup to a D-cup with an out-patient boob-job. They can lipo-suck away a lifetime's worth of unhealthy eating and return our washboard abs. They can sculpt away our turkey wattle necks, our crows feet, our jowls. They can even restore a woman's virginity by reconstructing the hymen. All these things are possible and yet there is no procedure to increase a man's penis size.
To be sure, there are snake oil salesmen, hucksters and hawkers galore.: All of them promising to increase the size of the male penis. Pumps and pills and ointments that can cause inflammation and swelling but that do not permanently change a thing. That's the penis responding to being attacked with harsh chemicals or pounded mercilessly by vacuum pressure. It's nothing more than self-inflicted injury. The fact that men do it to themselves willingly says something about how desperate we are, as a gender, to be bigger.
The harsh reality is this: At some point in adolescence, a young man will reach what is to be his permanent size. Some will be massive. They will have what are called clubs, hammers, coke-can dicks, babies arm holding an apple... that sort of thing. Others will watch in horror as their childhood peanut grows hair around it, as the testicles grow and drop but that is all. They are to be cursed with a small member for life. Most men fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. Of average size and girth. Between four and six inches. Adequate but not spectacular. And this is where we obsess.
Like women, we don't want to be average, plain, or regular. We want to be spectacular, incredible, remarkable. No woman wants to be cute. She wants to be gorgeous. She doesn't want narrow hips or a flat chest or anything other than a heart-shaped bottom. Men have the same attitude. We don't want a penis that can get the job done. We want a penis that will do the job better than anyone else. The best job possible. A job so good that our woman will flush and get a wistful, faraway look in her eye at the mention of our name.
We can learn to be skillful lovers in other ways. I suggest that men do this... it can only help your case. A well educated mouth can bond a woman to you. Not just what it can do but what it can say. We can gain favor by being well dressed, well mannered, charming, well groomed, considerate, thoughtful, attentive... the list goes on. We can workout to sculpt our bodies into the likeness of Michelangelo's David or Brad Pitt from "Legends of the Fall." We can grow our hair long or short as a woman prefers. If our hair is falling out, there are options to change that. Most of our body can be changed, sculpted and improved. Alas... not the one-eyed trouser snake. We can make a woman love us for all the good things we do, have and are. What we also want to do is make her gasp in a mixture of amazement, apprehension and pleasure as we enter her with our python. Not our little buddy, our cute fireman, our pink noodle. We want it to be known as Thor's hammer, our purple headed warrior, a fire hose, a salami... you get the picture.
Women say this is not the primary factor in choosing a man. They say we obsess about it way more than they care about it. I believe this is true. I don't think any but, perhaps the smallest of the small, are insufficient enough to be unable to give a woman any pleasure. She can work with most anything presented to her. It's all about the angle. That may be true but I think most men want to be so large as to make her a little bit afraid. Not terrified like, "Keep that thing away from me!" but sort of an anxious trepidation. "I want to but I'm not sure it will fit. I'll try." Those are the words we want to hear. And we both know... if you can deliver a baby, you can fit us in. We just want to make you doubt for a moment.
I suppose it's a good thing that there is no surgery to increase penis length and girth. If there was, men the world over would mortgage all they own to get a foot long loaf of French bread between their legs. Woman would rebel. It would backfire and we'd be left alone with our massive members. Perhaps it's better not to have any choice and to just learn to work with what you have. Although...
In my own experience... in those moments of pillow talk when you feel safe enough to bring up very intimate issues... I've had women confess that there is a pleasant sensation of "fullness" that comes from a man who is big. Not so much long as thick. Too long can be painful but seldom has thickness ever been anything but pleasant. Maybe what men long for is not a larger penis but an adjustable penis. A penis for her every mood. We do everything with women in mind anyway. Every advance of civilization, everything we wear, everything we say and do is motivated by a desire to win the favor of women. We often fail to be worth the favor they grant us but that is a sad story for another day. Perhaps we would really love to present her with the penis she is in the mood for. The little buddy that is fun to play with. The flexible flyer that hits just the right spot or the monster that impales her and makes it hard to breathe. Medical science needs to start working on "The Adjustable Penis!"
Oh. pssst... While you're at it... can you work on... um... "reconditioning" a woman's lady box too. Like she can do with a smaller than optimum penis; we fellas can compensate for a spacious den by working the angle for maximum sensation. But... it would be nice to get back to the original factory settings... if ya know what I mean. She wants that too but she does NOT want us fellas talking about it. If she asks, just say she is perfect the way she is. That's what she's been telling us all this time.
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