Minding My Own Business...and Interrupted by a Cock

I was sitting at my desk at work today, minding my own business, when I got a text from JJ.  It was a photo of his delicious, thick, erect cock. The message with it read, "I need to put this someplace....any ideas?"

I love how that man thinks.

Now before y'all start sending me cock pics (please don't), you need to understand that I'm not a huge fan of them except when the appendage in the photo is one I'm quite fond of and when it is attached to someone I care about. Both are important.  For example, I care about Daunt very much, but I'm not particularly fond of his cock....not that there's anything wrong with it, of course, but I wouldn't know because it's not a toy he shares with me.

Ok, that's a bad example. Let me try another.....Young One has a gorgeous cock and I'm quite fond of it, but I barely know the guy so there's not much emotion there. Getting a cock pic from him would be weird.

I've had strangers send me cock pics before. Yup, I just open my email and whoa! there it is, winking at me proudly. It's a bit shocking, though, when you're just minding your own business innocently.  Ok, I'm never innocent, but you know what I mean.

I wonder if the cock pic is the next generation of exhibitionism, the indecent exposure of the digital age. Interesting thought, no?

When strangers send their cock pics, I wonder what they are trying to accomplish. Do they really expect me to say, "Oh my god! That is the most amazing cock I've ever seen!  I must have it! When can you meet?" I hope not because leading with a cock pic is probably one of the best ways to ensure you won't get a meeting.

It's not that women don't like cocks.  Clearly, most of us do.  But I've never fallen in love with a cock.  I've never developed an emotional connection with a cock. I've never felt safe in a cock's arms (ok, they don't have arms, but even if they did....).  I've never laughed at a cock's jokes.

And no matter how big a guy's pecker is, it's not his biggest sex organ. His brain is. It's his brain that tells him what to say and do, how to touch a woman, and how to use that precious dick of his.

I'm sure you've seen or heard this:


The first testicular guard "Cup" was used in Hockey in 1874, and the first helmet was used in 1974.It took 100 years for men to realize that the brain is also important.

The brain is actually more important to great sex than the cock is, so why do so many men agonize over size? I've written about size before (Does Size Matter?).  The bottom line is that it's not the most important thing in the great sex equation, and most women are not anywhere near as concerned about size as men are.

Here's where I'm about burst your bubble guys.  You may want to sit down. While there are variations in size, color, and shape that make each dick unique to its owner, most cocks look and feel pretty much the same. Of course, a really big cock feels different inside than a really small one, but unless you are part of the 10% of men on those extremes, your cock isn't special.

(I know, I know. This isn't what your girlfriend is telling you.  Sorry about that.)

It's what you do with it (and the rest of your body) that makes sex with you special, unique, different, worthwhile. I'll write a post soon about what I mean by "what you do with it," sharing some of the techniques that some of my favorite partners have used to...uh....maximize their assets.

Back to JJ (mmm....always back to JJ.....)....

There was something else that accompanied the picture he sent:

"I've been walking around with a rock hard cock all weekend, thinking about you."

The part that made my pussy twitch was the "walking around with a rock hard cock" part, but the part that touched my heart, kept me connected to him, and made me want to see him again soon was "thinking about you."

I told you I like smart men.