SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

I have a lot going for me. Throughout my life, women have been attracted to me. I work out regularly, and I’m fit. I’m educated and have a well-paying job. I’m married to the girl of my dreams. I’d damn-near have it all if not for one little thing – my 3.5-inch penis.

Depressing when I think about it, even more so when I see pictures or videos of guys with big dicks or read that the average adult cock is between 5.5 and 6 inches. I’m so far below average that I’m flirting with micro-penis territory (3 inches or smaller). Hell, I recently read an article that defines micropenis as 3.67 inches or smaller.

I never had a steady girlfriend as a teen and well into my 20s. I spurned many overtures from girls/women due to a lack of confidence and fear of eventually having to reveal myself. Lost my virginity to a hooker at age 20. Had a few sexual encounters afterward, but almost always left the woman unsatisfied, frustrated, or even downright angry. Sometimes I couldn’t maintain an erection, and they took it personally. I once hooked up with a motel worker during a business trip, and my inability to get the job done prompted her to ask if I’d ever had sex before. She later broke out a cloth measuring tape and held it up to the 3.5-inch range to embarrass me. Completely flaccid, I’m probably no more than one inch, when it looks like an acorn.

Friends, relatives, and co-workers constantly wondered why I didn’t have a steady job and tried to play matchmaker. But there was no way I was going to date anyone who knew anyone in my circle of acquaintances and risk having her reveal my “secret.”

Then I met ‘Christine.’ She started working at our office, and it was damn near love at first sight. A year younger than me, she was 5 feet 1, slight build, short red hair, mesmerizing green eyes, and the sweetest personality. She wasn’t a looker in the classic sense, more like the girl next door. But the more I got to know her, the more she captured my heart like no one before.

For several weeks, we had a few drinks after work, almost always with a group of co-workers. It was clear to everyone that I was into her, and she gave out signals that she was into me. But my lack of dating experience, coupled with my little issue, kept me from pursuing her. It was killing me every day to see this beautiful girl at work and fear making a move.

Then, one day, I decided it was time to ask her out on an actual date to a nice restaurant, maybe a movie. I feared that if I didn’t act soon, someone would beat me to the punch and I’d always regret it, especially if it were some asshole at work.

She accepted, and over the next few weeks, we had several delightful dates and got to know each other well, well, except that she still didn’t know my little secret. I came across as the consummate gentleman and never even hinted at wanting intimacy. I sensed she was puzzled by this and perhaps even disappointed. I’d drop her off at her apartment and decline an invitation to come inside for a drink. At one point, I thought about telling her I didn’t believe in premarital sex due to religious reasons, if she ever broached the subject.

But that was ridiculous, and it got to the point where I just had to make love to this angel, whom I wanted to marry. And so it happened one night, when I invited her back to my place after an excruciatingly uncomfortable dinner, during which all I could think about was losing this goddess once she discovered how inadequate my equipment was.

I had choreographed this step-by-step. We made out passionately on the sofa. One thing I have going for me is I’m an excellent kisser, the few women I’d been with told me. Deep French kissing with a lot of tongue. I led her to the bedroom, where I made sure the lights were dim but not so dim she couldn’t see my fit upper body when I removed my shirt. Her hands were all over my chest and shoulders, and she complimented my physique. I got her naked, and man, what a sight she was! This was a dream come true. I spent the next several minutes eating her pussy and fingering her, two other things I did well to sort of compensate for my lackluster fucking skills. She announced she was coming. The plan was working to perfection because I figured she wasn’t going to come with my dick inside her.

Then, the moment of truth. She said she wanted to return the favor. Off came my trousers and briefs. Luckily, I was fully erect, which doesn’t always happen. Thankfully, there was no look of surprise or hesitation as she dropped to her knees and proceeded to service me. Like every woman before her, she could easily deep-throat me. “I want you in me,” she said.

I reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom, slipped it over my tiny cock, got her in missionary, and could only hope she felt something and I could experience a rare finish through intercourse. She did, and I did. Our first lovemaking session was damn near perfect. There would be many more before we married, about a year after our first date.

I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was to have her. She never said anything about my small package when we were engaged or during the first few months of our marriage, almost like she didn’t even notice or realize how small I was compared to probably 95 percent of adult men.

Oh, but she did. I learned that one night, after we made love, she blurted out, “You’re the ideal size.”

Then she revealed that a couple of guys she dated before me had huge cocks that stretched out her pussy. Sex with them was uncomfortable and not fun, she said. Well, that was nice to hear, the part about my dick being a good fit, though I didn’t like hearing about the guys she was with before me. I didn’t think she was a virgin, but it was a little disconcerting hearing how many guys she had been with – she was much more experienced than me. She said the best sex she had before me was in college with some nerdy types who had small dicks.

For the next several days, I kept picturing all these guys having had their way with the girl of my dreams, and it was a bit unsettling. I might have felt different if I had had an extensive sex life and satisfied scores of women before her.

Ultimately, though, I’m just happy and fortunate I found someone who not only tolerates my size but prefers it.

 

The End.

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