Little Dicks Only: Don’t Turn Around, Oh Oh Oh!

Little Dicks Only.

Ah yes, the tiny penis. Many women don’t have the faintest clue of what to do with one. The simple answer is, do nothing at all! After many years of being on the longest streak of luck, my BDE radar malfunctioned in a pretty huge way. One evening just a few months ago after a long night of boozing, I brought home a guy. That wasn’t an unusual routine for me, but typically I cap the drinking at 3 cocktails. On this night in particular I definitely surpassed my max, leaving all judgment back at my swanky little sex dungeon you can call my apartment. “You’ll have to do,”  I said grabbing him by his collar. Ten minutes later I would witness a most saddening sight laid in front of me. Needless to say, “little dicks only” wasn’t a phrase I thought I would have in my vernacular.

At Least He Had Some Blow.

After seeing the horror in my eyes that I had no trouble not hiding, he quickly retreated to most likely his go-to in these situations. “Oh, well I’ve got something fun for you,” he said as he reached into the tiny pocket in his jeans. My pupils dilated just looking at the bag, and I hadn’t even had a whiff! It was pretty big, unlike the horrific display of appendage I had just witnessed. I threw a pillow over his tiny excuse of a cock and grabbed that pearly white sack (not his balls if there is any confusion.) Little dicks only was still not a thought that had ever crossed my mind, although free party favors are always fun. After doing a sufficient amount, I placed the bag in my bedside drawer and gazed over at the loser I brought home.

“Little Dicks Only Come Once in a Tiny Moon,”

I told myself. I have a hard time admitting to my own bad decisions. Seeing my disgust, he was about to throw in the towel. I had no problem letting him do that. Also, he wasn’t about to get that coke back. As he reached for his underwear I opened my vanity to pull out my stash of whiskey. Just as my fingers caressed the long neck of that bottle, a light bulb went off in my head! “WAIT!” I shouted as I grabbed his tighty whities from him. “Maybe you should…stay,” I said almost regretfully, but I had an idea and I was pumped! The coke certainly helped in this decision-making, but for once I was glad. “Turn around,” I said sternly. He looked at me with total confusion. “Do what I say and I’ll let you tell your friends you fucked me,” I said with an evil grin.

“Men with Little Dicks Only Get in the Ass.”

He got on all fours faster than expected. “You’ve done this before haven’t you?” I asked him in the midst of hysterical laughter. He nodded in embarrassment, but I guess any action is better than no action for fellas falling short with their equipment. Grabbing my big hefty dildo I looked down the rabbit hole into my future. “This is going to be the best summer ever!” I said as I slammed that big cock inside him. Never have I felt so powerful. It was an addiction in the making. I never thought I would see the day when roles were so reversed, but I really fucking liked it.

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