We’ve discussed this issue before.
It’s a discussion I find disturbing and funny.
Some babes no dey try at all! My friend, Ihuoma, no try at all!
But can you blame her? When it comes to sex, you can drag a horse to the stream, you can’t however force it to drink water.
This is the same thing with a babe; you can take her to the bedroom, but you can’t force her to have sex. Unless you want to rape her. And believe me, rape is a no! no!
A cool and real guy doesn’t resort to rape, especially since there are many fishes in the ocean.
Anyway, this weekend that matter came up again.
You don’t know what the heck I’m talking about?
But we discussed this issue before naaa!
Anyway, it’s about the size of a guy’s manhood.
My friend, Ihuoma, is extremely attractive and pretty. With her fair complexion and slim hip, she attracts men like magnet.
She would however be the first to tell you that she attracts the wrong men. Seems like she’s a sucker for picking wrong men.
But this time around, she didn’t pick the wrong guy; or so we thought.
He was tall, suave and savvy. If you ask me to describe him in one word, I’d say: “Hot!”
He’s a guy you look at and simply get wet. All the abs and screws seem to be in the right places.
After dating for some time, the guy felt it was time to take the relationship to another level.
Yeah, the bedroom level!
I wasn’t there, but Ihuoma narrated the story to us.
The kissing was heavy. The smooching on target. The fondling and caressing was haaa…hummm…ohhh…
Then Mr. Good Looking dropped his pant. Wow! The hard on was clear. But it was a hard on that almost gave Ihuoma cardiac arrest.
Ihuoma said she instantly dried up down there.
Why? Good question! Same question I asked.
She said he was huge. Yeah, his manhood was massive.
And I asked: “What the heck is wrong with big size manhood?”
She looked at me as if I had gone crazy and asked in a shocked voice: “You wan kill me? The thing go tear my….”
I tried to tell her that she was foolish. I stressed my point that his manhood wouldn’t have harmed her, but she remained adamant.
I even reminded her that babies are bigger than manhood. But she refused to see my point.
But she killed that guy with her refusal to have sex with him because of the size of his manhood. She killed and buried him psychologically. It would take sheer bravery and courage for him to be able to pull down his pant for another babe.
He would have become self-conscious, fearful of another rejection. Nobody likes rejection and people handle it in different ways.
Personally, I don’t think she was sensitive. But hey, it’s her call. It’s her honey.
If a guy knows how to use his fingers and tongue in love making, he would make a babe very wet and moaning, no matter the length, breadth, height and weight of his manhood.
A wet vagina will embrace a huge manhood and hug it tight.
My friend killed that guy psychologically.
I just pray and hope that she was the first that had reacted that way to just catching a glimpse of his manhood.
But I doubt it. Poor guy! Maybe I should ask Ihuoma for his phone number. I wouldn’t mind to tango with him. I might teach him a thing or two about the beauty of big size manhood.
My argument? A guy with huge size manhood doesn’t necessarily have to inflict pains on his partner during lovemaking. And a lady should be mindful of hurting a guy because of how God endowed him.
Scrambling off the bed, like the hound of hell is after you at the sight of his manhood, is like killing and burying the man.
Learn to be considerate. If you don’t want to ball him anymore, at the 90th minute, think of something to say and get off the bed. Don’t make it obvious that his manhood size was giving you goose bumps and nightmares.