Halflings are, to put it quite simply, exactly what it says on the tin. They are almost exactly like humans at half-scale, which includes their internal anatomy. This means that they are extremely tight by comparison to any other race. If you are particularly well endowed, be aware that you are likely going to stretch your partner out very thoroughly and leave her extremely sore immediately following and for much of the next day. If you are less well endowed, sleeping with a halfling woman may be beneficial to both of you, as you will likely still be comfortable for her while she will still be tight and enthusiastic for you. Additionally, halflings are obviously very light as well. If you like to manhandle your lover, this can be a bonus, and I recommend trying it with a halfling if you haven't.
-Alex's Racial Sex Guide, 3rd Edition entry on Halflings
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We had rescued Sampson from a bandit camp and he was very excited to get back to adventuring. We almost had to hold him back from going off on his own again, but he seemed happy enough with the idea of joining our party once we offered it. He may have been a warrior, but there was strength in numbers...and size for that matter.
As a halfling, Sampson didn't cut a particularly imposing figure. He was barely three feet tall, (3'2" he proudly informed us) and although he had very well defined muscles, he didn't wear much to cover or protect them. The handful of weapons he had strapped to his body looked more like toys than implements of war. Still, we'd seen him in action at the camp and he was a surprisingly powerful fighter, not to mention nimble to the point of being nearly impossible to hit.
And he was a very attractive man, too. If he'd been human, it would have been difficult for human women not to swoon over him, although I'm sure halfling women did in spades. Maybe it was my particular mission that let me see it, or maybe it's just that he really was that handsome, but I caught myself staring at his magnificent form embarrassingly often.
He had messy red-brown hair, most of it pulled back in a ponytail that ended just between his shoulder blades. His handful of pale scars were all the more visible against his sun kissed tan. His handsome face was dominated by piercing sky blue eyes that saw right through you with a glance. His chiseled jawline that looked sturdy enough to break a hammer against.
There were certainly less attractive men for me to seduce, and I won't pretend I wasn't looking forward to sleeping with him. But for the sake of taking good notes, I did want to wait until I could be alone with him to do so, and our party was starting to get a little crowded. It was about a week before we made it back to civilization and had rooms at an inn. I made sure to have a room all to myself for that exact purpose, although I'm sure the owner thought I just wanted some modesty or privacy.
But finally, I had a place to seduce the gorgeous specimen of a halfling. I privately invited him to my room that night. After Gaius proved denser than steel armor, I had planned to make this a more direct approach. I closed and locked the door behind Sampson as he walked into my room. I was not expecting to be disturbed, but I wasn't taking any chances either. I had spoiled the rest of the party with copious amounts of sex, and I didn't want to chance them feeling entitled to it now of all times.
"So, let's get started then!" Sampson declared with a broad smile.
"You know why I asked you to come to my room?" I said, feeling slightly embarrassed now at having gone through the trouble.
"Of course!" he replied. "When a woman invites you to her private chambers, there's only one thing she could want you for. You learn these things when you're a dashing hero like myself." He was joking, but I had no doubt it was true in his case. "I must give you fair warning though: you may have my body this or any other night, but my heart is untamable and my soul belongs only to Enetha, the mistress of war."
