I am here for three reasons, first to share stories with others. Next to read stories from others and enjoy them. Last to improve my writing and expression skills. I know I am not perfect however, I have the heart and courage to attempt and I never hide who I am. If you wish to be one of those people who are "Anonymous" and always seem to have something negative to say you are wasting your time. If you see that I have made some gross error be human, be cool about it and send me a tip or suggestion. I have too much confidence and loves for myself to let what you may say influence me to stop writing.
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It is strange to me but women often say size is not a factor. I do not think this is true because if a man is too small, that cannot be good, and if a man is too big that is not good either. I also know many women that talk, and are curious when it comes to having sex with a well endowed man. I have never heard a woman say she would like to try the world smallest dick. To me this must mean that size matters, and I know the reactions I get from women. This story will illustrate that men are not the only shit talkers when it comes to sex and size.
I was 22 years old, experienced and well aware that I was a special man. I was 6 feet tall and I was all grown up. I was 215 lbs and my brown skin seemed to always gleam. I was happy with my body I felt strong and I knew I had no reason to hide my body. I was not an exhibitionist or nudist but, I had taken my clothes off once or twice in public, at parties.
I was in the military and was stationed in Yuma AZ of all places. It was hot, very hot and the only place in town to have fun was the base Enlisted Club. I was only stationed there temporally so I was not allowed to take my car. I hated it there and to make matters worse the women that were visible were either married, old, very over weight, or had slept with most of the men that had been stationed there, and had several kids, none of which had the same father. Not much to pick from but I was hoping that I would find a woman, the right woman, at this time I still believed in love and happy ever after.
I did not drink and I happened to go to the club on country night. Me a black city boy listening to country music without consuming liquor, it was an experience. I did however meet an interesting young woman named Debbie. She was a young loud white cowgirl who was hea hawing and having a good old time. She was tall about 6 feet 2 inches, and a strong firm 180 lbs. She had beaten a few of the guys playing darts and was not humble at all. She had on a pair of tight Wrangler jeans a maroon and white cowgirl shirt, a black hat with brown boots. Her hair was long it hung to the middle of her back and was a reddish golden brown color, I later learned it was strawberry blonde. She had nice average C cup breast and a great smile.
I watched as she would beat guy after guy, and often she would put a few bucks on the game or a drink or two. She never lost so all the guys in the club were taking shot after shot of Capt Jacks. She then arrogantly spoke, "Is there a real man in the house."
I went to her and very confidently, "If you are looking for a man to play you in darts I am not the one, but if you are looking for a man to make you feel good I am the one!"
With arrogance she laughed and looked at her friends, "Sure you are, we have heard that one before right girls?"
"What makes you any different than the other guys in here?"
With a smirk on my face, "I am special in more ways than one!"
I knew she was going to talk shit but I let her talk. Sarcastically I dared her, "Prove me wrong, if you have the heart, you do know what they say."
