So here is your permission slip, be nasty and do what wicked things you wish to do, just don't forget about me. I'll be here waiting, while you slip other men into your luscious mouth, tug on them with your gentle hands, or beg them to fuck you over and over, I'll be here patiently waiting for you to return. I don't mind the fact that they stretch you out and spurt jism inside you, I know how much you love it, and though you don't seem to like sucking my dick, I know that you probably do it to them for the thrill. Sitting in their car, parked in an alley behind your work. It must be hard to resist; not having much room to fuck and eventually growing tired of making out
And being fingered in the front seat, you yearn for their stiffness and decide to lean over and try to please them in the short amount of time you have together. I think of it often, imagine it when I kiss you, knowing that another man may have just spurted his load in your mouth and sent you home to me. Knowing that you like to humiliate me, I try to forget the insults and the quiet comments about my penis, knowing that you get mad and the truth comes out, but hoping that you love me for who I am and not for the size of my cock. I know I am lost in you, you are a tiny girl, but you've come home so dilated from being with other men, that my little dick is simply lost inside you. It hurts to remember what you say to me when you are angry; you are so straightforward that it doesn't even occur to you that you have crushed my ego. That day when we fought on the phone and I started to say I felt used and you laughed so hard when you said, "Yeah, I'm just using you for you huge cock," and hung up. It cut me to the quick, knowing that you honestly think that I have such a tiny member, and knowing that you've compared it to all the other lovers you've had. You told me when we first started having sex that I was the best you'd been with and had the biggest dick you'd ever experienced, but I learned that it was far from the truth, in fact, perhaps I am the smallest you've ever seen and had. But its O.K. as long as you still want it, I don't care how small you think I am, or how many bigger and better ones you stick inside you, I just want you to worship mine occasionally and tell me about the others while you do it. I imagine, while we make love, what it must be like for you, sneaking out and meeting your lovers, secretly fucking and sucking them, then coming home to me and telling me that your day was boring and uninteresting. I can feel how hot, wet, and sticky you are inside, how horny you must have been for them to still be so drenched in sexual juices when you arrive. You try to act interested and I slip my miniscule erection into you and pump you as hard as I can with my candy cane. You are so sweet, playing the part as though you can feel me inside you; acting like my swollen soldier actually fills and excites you, when I know you are simply reliving your sex with them as I pump away with my insignificant stick. But I love you still for protecting me, though I have discovered the truth now that you brought it to my attention. When I look through the magazines I can't help but compare myself to other men and damn, was I disappointed? I really am small, not even close to average, and I thought I was so big. But I was fooling myself, though I couldn't fool you, and now I see the truth, I'm hung like a baby and you probably laugh everytime I get naked in front of you. No wonder you have so many other lovers, you have to make up for what I lack. One even boasted about his size thirteen shoes in a letter I found. How big was he? Easily bigger than me I guess, but was it huge? Did you love having his massive cock inside you? In all the times you went to visit him, did you ever try to stuff the whole thing in your mouth? No wonder you wanted anal sex that night, you must have been stretched to your limits by him. I remember finding your pants the next day, crusted with more dry cum than I could imagine, and smattered with his dried orgasms, front to back. You are a naughty one, though you still have a hard time being truthful about it, and I love you all the more for coming home to me and playing with my tiny prick afterward. I know that you had already had your fill of cock, but wanting to please me before you passed out. I know he was there when I made you promise to come straight home, watching as I begged you not to go out, knowing that he was going to fuck you good and send you home to me only after he filled and spilled your beautiful cunt. But I waited anyway; knowing that, while I paced the floor at home, you were on your back at his house, being stuffed full of him and loving it.
So, now that I have disappointed you and you need time away to think, what will you do? I really want to just sit you down and beg you to cheat on me, that way I'll know you're doing it. No more guessing or looking through your things, I want to invite him over and just let the two of you go into the bedroom and get it out of your systems. Fuck until you can't walk, let him drip you from head to toe, do as you please and just end the suspense. I will sit and listen to you call his name while he stuffs you full of his manhood, hear every grunt and moan as you take him inside you. It would be a hellish nightmare, but I won't be able to shut it out. I will peek in on you to watch him slamming himself against you, your legs spread wide and wrapped around his waist, your mouth an "O" of ecstasy as you close your eyes and concentrate on his penetration. I will die inside, my balls will shrink, my stomach-ache, and my cock will hang limp and ashamed, but I will not be able to look away as you kiss him gently and hold him close and he splashes your insides with his hot cum. Even when you are done and he leaves, having given you so much pleasure that you just lay in bed, spread wide and naked, I will come to you. I will ask for permission to touch you, to slip my tongue inside you and taste your excitement. I only want to please you and share your beautiful body, I will do as you ask and consider myself lucky to be allowed.
You are so amazing; I know that you could handle a room full of men. Pleasing every one of them in turn and taking one huge dick after another, you would wear them out and accommodate even the biggest easily. You are a sex machine, though I didn't know it at first. You are this incredible wave of sexual energy that washes over me and leaves me swollen and full of lust. You alone have this power over me, yet you are unaware of its potential. You can ask anything of me, from the small to the perverse, and I would do it for you. You are my fantasy and my princess, so when I daydream I see you. When I look through a dirty magazine, I look for a girl who resembles you. I picture you there with a throbbing prick in your mouth, smirking at me as you enjoy giving him so much pleasure and knowing that I am watching it all, or spread beneath him and taking him in while you stare at me in an accusing way. It is a naughty secret that I wish to share with you, but you make it so difficult for me to be honest. I have to know what you've done and whom you're doing to have courage enough to talk. I want to share, not inhibit your libido. You may explore as you wish, but I have to know that you'll be willing to confess to me your secrets, that I might enjoy them too, otherwise it is only you having fun and being selfish while I am being used.
"Richard"
Now I have discovered something quite new to me and very erotic indeed. Knowing now, as I do, that you are cheating and seeing you come home a little later every night. I am angry and hurt, but secretly, I lust for your wickedness. When you come home, full of him, but in need of me, I waited patiently for you. Imagining what you'd been doing, and going mad with jealousy, until you walked through the door. Quickly past words, I picked you up and tossed you in bed. Rough and angry I tore your clothes away and stripped you to your barest form. I could smell your sex, your excitement, you stunk of a fresh fucking and I was livid with lust. I mounted you and you grasped my prick, stroking it, pulling on it, and wanting it inside you, but it was still limp and lifeless. I simply couldn't make my dick get hard with the thought of him entering you, poling you deep and wide and stretching your pussy out, then sending you home to my hopelessly tiny member to be disappointed. So, worse than normal, my little cock just shrank away to nothing and you gave up on it. Insecure already I had to ask how big your new boy friend is, which sent you spinning out of control, but I held you down and forced you to tell me. Finally, after kneeing me in the groin twice, you gave up escape and, face red with rage, you told me. "He's huge," you screamed. "The biggest I've ever had by far and he hurts me when he fucks me, unlike you, you fucking limp-dicked faggot." You shouted and twisted, kneeing me hard in the balls. "You're so fucking tiny I can't even feel it. I laugh at your little, baby dick every time I see it and all my friends know how fucking tiny you are. I hung up that picture I took of you asleep, where you were about an inch long, on the wall at work the last time you pissed me off and everyone saw it. He fills me, fucks me, and makes me suck his big dick and I love to, I just won't suck yours because yours is a joke, little man."