After two months of hard core trying, it happened! And OMG – it was worth the wait (well, almost)! A combination of dirty talk, the right place, the right pressure and the fact that I finally admitted to myself how much I actually cared for my lover brought the religion out of me for the first time in a long while. Thinking back on my whole bank of sexual experiences (I’ve had a lot) I can’t seem to recall ever having an orgasm with a one night stand, a friend with benefits or somebody I didn’t really love. It took me two whole months to sort out my feelings for my tall Indian lover – coincidentally, it took the same amount of time to “reach my peak of desire”. But having climbed that fence once, I’m now running free in the field on the other side! Contrary to popular belief (mine included) my lover needn’t be hung like a water buffalo to satisfy his darling. Coming had more to do with how I felt about him rather than how he felt inside of me. The physically stuff is great – no misunderstandings, but the spiritual, the mental, the untouchable aspect of having sex, or in my case making love, is when the amazing things happen. And like just like anyone who has had a religious experience, I’m now a confirmed believer: size is not all that matters!

I’ve had a bit of a debate going with myself regarding the size of my lover’s penis. The bigger the better? It’s how you use it? It’s all about girth?  Although these questions linger, I’ve come to the conclusion that it is really how you feel about your lover that matters, and quite often, makes up for the size of the damn thing! My current lover is not overly endowed but he has the drive of a rabbit and the stamina of a bull. He is passionate, spontaneous and, to an extent, giving. Have I had wild, crazy orgasms in his presence? Not yet – but that may have less to do with the size of his cock than the feelings I have just recently sorted out for him. Only time will tell. For me, sex, making love, fucking, shagging, and doing it are a joint venture between body and mind.  Without the permission of one, the other has no fun. Will a huge lob tilt the balance either way? Again, a question that will for the moment have to hang, no pun of course. What I do know for certain is that sex has been great fun without the great size.

I’ve had four dates with Marriot Mike and things are going well. He’s witty, charming, intelligent and he has been wining and dining me like the traditional suitors of yore. And he is a gentleman. Until last night, we hadn’t even kissed. Our date began with an impromptu bbq lunch, followed by an inline skate round False Creek only to stop at 2nd beach in Stanley Park for a swim.  Back at his place we get ready for our dinner at Chambar.  He plies me with drinks and appies while I do my hair.  We head off on his very cool Vespa for our uber urban dining experience downtown. Dinner is fantastic! The fois gras completely to die for with the pomegranite reduction and little bits of crust “for texture”. Next Afterglow and Opus lounge for drinks. A Vespa tour around the downtown neighbourhoods tops the surprisingly sultry and warm evening. It is in the elevator on the way up to his apartment that he kisses me. Light, sexy, moist and the unofficial start to the rest of the date. In through the door we tumble, fumbling our way to the bedroom. Clothes are coming off at an alarming rate. His hands and mouth on me are incredible …. and then I reach down. Oh my, is that it? He is fully ready to go but when I wrap my hand around it, it’s almost no bigger than my closed fist! We kiss and tumble a little while longer before I excuse myself to the washroom. When I come back I’m so regretful to inform him that I’ve just got my period (a tiny white lie).  We snuggle, we fall asleep in each other’s arms and for a moment I have to time to reflect.  Marriot Mike is a wonderful guy, we get on well and have chemistry. But does size really matter? Should it? Am I being so shallow as to be turned off by the size of his penis? And if so, what does that say about me? I’ve dated a variety of men for a plethora of attractions and this has never been an issue. I’m not entirely sure to where we should go from here but it feels as if it might be a long walk off a short pier!