After a lot of mulling over, soul searching and a relatively horrible experience, I’ve come to the realization that I’m a cuckold.
My beautiful wife Britney and I have been married for over two decades now, and from the get go, our sex life has been average at best. Scrap that, it’s pretty terrible. In the sense of full disclosure, it's entirely down to me.
Long story short I’m a little on the smaller side, downstairs I mean. I’m not talking micro penis region, but fully erect and pumped up I’m exactly 2.9 inches. It's a horrible affliction I wouldn't wish on anyone.
I’m sure you all remember your first discoveries of the pornographic world. Can you ever remember seeing a guy with a 2.9-inch penis? No? Me neither. And believe me, I looked pretty hard. I’m 36 now, and pretty much since puberty I’ve had this deep sense of inadequacy and worthlessness that I just can't shake. It’s horrible and demeaning and feels like a massive ball and chain that I have to drag everywhere. Every time I shower or need to take a leak and I have to look down, it hits me like a tonne of bricks.
In my early twenties, I was engaged to my first love, Britney. Man, when I tell you she was ten, I mean she was a ten. Long blonde hair and body that would make a guy cum in his pants on sight. I had no business landing a girl like that, and unfortunately, I guess she realised that too. A few months after she left me I called to ask her why I just had to know. She confessed that whenever we made love she would imagine getting ploughed by a guy with a monster veiny cock.
As she laid bare these horrible truths, I remembered that she would always spread her legs as far as she could scream for me to go deeper and ******* me as deeply into her as I could go, even if her aggressive handling of me hurt. This confession cut me like a knife. But I myself have long fantasised about guys with huge, veiny rods violating every hole on her body as I worked her with my pathetic little pea shooter. We were both lying to each other, I guess...
---
The rest and other stories are available on Amazon, the price of a cheap coffee or free to read on KU. I'd really love your support guys.
https://www.amazon.com/Kyle-Armstrong/e/B01N8R3KXN/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
My beautiful wife Britney and I have been married for over two decades now, and from the get go, our sex life has been average at best. Scrap that, it’s pretty terrible. In the sense of full disclosure, it's entirely down to me.
Long story short I’m a little on the smaller side, downstairs I mean. I’m not talking micro penis region, but fully erect and pumped up I’m exactly 2.9 inches. It's a horrible affliction I wouldn't wish on anyone.
I’m sure you all remember your first discoveries of the pornographic world. Can you ever remember seeing a guy with a 2.9-inch penis? No? Me neither. And believe me, I looked pretty hard. I’m 36 now, and pretty much since puberty I’ve had this deep sense of inadequacy and worthlessness that I just can't shake. It’s horrible and demeaning and feels like a massive ball and chain that I have to drag everywhere. Every time I shower or need to take a leak and I have to look down, it hits me like a tonne of bricks.
In my early twenties, I was engaged to my first love, Britney. Man, when I tell you she was ten, I mean she was a ten. Long blonde hair and body that would make a guy cum in his pants on sight. I had no business landing a girl like that, and unfortunately, I guess she realised that too. A few months after she left me I called to ask her why I just had to know. She confessed that whenever we made love she would imagine getting ploughed by a guy with a monster veiny cock.
As she laid bare these horrible truths, I remembered that she would always spread her legs as far as she could scream for me to go deeper and ******* me as deeply into her as I could go, even if her aggressive handling of me hurt. This confession cut me like a knife. But I myself have long fantasised about guys with huge, veiny rods violating every hole on her body as I worked her with my pathetic little pea shooter. We were both lying to each other, I guess...
---
The rest and other stories are available on Amazon, the price of a cheap coffee or free to read on KU. I'd really love your support guys.
https://www.amazon.com/Kyle-Armstrong/e/B01N8R3KXN/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
Attachments
Last edited: