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Some of the best orgasms I've ever had were from a man whose penis was barely the length of my middle finger when erect. We never mentioned it (perhaps an indication that the relationship wasn't meant to last - we could do personal things but not talk about them) but I know he was sensitive about his size. After 2 years seeing eachother casually, I wish I'd reassured him that size is not necessarily important.
He said once in conversation about his teenage years, "I wish I'd had more sex and done less drugs." I replied, "I wish I'd done more drugs and had fewer partners." Not ashamed of my notches, just know some of them came from wanting to be desired & taking it too far, rather than good old fashioned lust, which I certainly don't regret.
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