Another Night Out for the PWK Team

Every once in a while, Dauntless, Cara, Beth and I like to go out for an evening of fun.  I am speaking of fun in the old fashioned sense - food, drink, laughter, and so on. No sex, but the conversation is a bit spicier than you might hear around a typical mixed-gender group of friends.

For example, last night we talked about what percentage of the male population is circumcised, and what percentage of the men I've been with were circumcised. Cara said that Mexican men typically aren't circumcised, which just sounded wrong to me because I've enjoyed more than my share of Mexican men (as well as South American men) and that wasn't my experience, but who would argue with sweet Cara about such a thing?

We talked about Adam and the size of his gorgeous enormous cock, and that brought us around to discussing the penis size of men of different ethnicities and if ethnicity really is a factor in size.

By the way, during the cock discussion, Daunt sat there holding onto his beer like it was a life preserver.  Every time I'd ask, "What do you think, Daunt?" he'd snap out of his "how-long-can-I-pretend-that-this-discussion-isn't-happening" stupor and shrug his shoulders.

We passed around a hot Halloween picture of Daunt's brother, BruceD (in the pic to the right), and three of us (can you guess which three?) drooled and admired, and one or two of us may have made inappropriate comments about what we might like to do with such a lovely gentleman if given the opportunity (but I can't really remember....LOL).

The photo reminded me of that episode of Nip/Tuck where Christian Troy was having sex with that ugly gal who had a hot body and he made her put a bag over her face.  Not that BruceD is ugly...absolutely not!  But the mask made me think, "Heck, I don't care if he leaves the mask on.  It's not his face that's getting me wet right now anyway."  But I digress.....

The last time we had a PWK Night Out we went out to eat.  This time, we decided to do something a little more active.

Shame on you for those naughty thoughts!

I'm talking about bowling, of course!

Because I like to make everything a little more interesting, I suggested a little wager. We agreed that whoever came in dead last of the four of us would have to provide the HNT photo for this week.  This idea came up because Cara said she's boycotting HNT because there were no comments on last week's one and few comments on the few before that.  So, we looked at Beth.  No way.  Daunt?  He has a gift for taking a swig of beer while vigorously shaking his head no. As for me, we all know I have an inferiority complex about being compared to Cara.  There was only one civilized way to settle it  - assign the HNT task to the worst bowler.

We all swaggered confidently to the counter to sign up for a lane and rent those ugly and disgusting shoes.

About the shoes....First, I am convinced that they make them so ugly so no one would even consider stealing them. Second, there is something very creepy about wearing the same pair of shoes that hundreds of other people have worn before.  It's a level of intimacy with perfect strangers that just isn't for me.  Of course, I can write about the details of my sexual encounters and share them with thousands of strangers, but that's completely different. Third, as ugly and as creepy as the shoes are, they give you a sense of belonging when you wear them. After I put mine on, I walked proudly to pick a ball, suddenly feeling like I was part of something greater than myself.  I was part of the great unwashed bowling masses.  And I was proud.

Oh,  I learned something I didn't know last night - that Cara has a strict sense of justice about shoe rules in a bowling alley.  We noticed several people at lanes around us who were not wearing the required ugly shoes. Who did those people think they were? Didn't they understand that wearing the ugly shoes was part of the bowler bonding experience?  If anyone opted out (which was against the rules), it made the rest of us just look like idiots wearing ugly shoes.  The magic of the bowling shoe experience requires that everyone participate. I was able to let it go because I needed to focus on not being last, but Cara couldn't let it go. She kept talking about it.  Then she walked by a few lanes giving the evil eye to the non-conformists. The she went up to the counter and reported them!  But that wasn't the worst part.  The worst part was that nothing happened.  Nothing changed. I chalked it up as a metaphor for the injustice in modern society.  Cara just got mad and focused her rage toward the pins.  That was not good for the rest of us.

Since we shared a photo of our hands from a previous night out, I thought it would be fun this time to share a different kind of photo. The photo on the left includes me, Daunt, and Cara (not in that order). See what I mean about the shoes?


We bowled three games and agreed that we would add the scores from all three games to determine the overall winner, and the loser who would be our HNT guy or gal for the week.

We were having a great time, but it wasn't going well for me.

During the third game, as depression was setting in, I got a text from JJ. After an explanation of where I was and what was going on:

Kat: I suck at bowling.

JJ: You can suck my balls anytime, Baby.

JJ always knows how to help me put things into perspective.

Here are the final rankings:

First place - Cara
Second Place - DauntlessD
Third Place - Beth
Loser - Kat

Uuuggghhhhhh. I'd skip HNT this week, but I think Cara would come after me if I did.

My favorite parts of the evening:

DauntlessD

1. Getting to gaze at Daunt's ass about 60 times when it was his turn without him knowing what I was doing.
2. Watching Cara go into Law and Order mode over the shoe criminals.
3. Stealing some glimpses of the hot guy bowling about 4 lanes away from us. I would have been all over that...except for his poor taste in shoes.
4. Watching Beth's eyes pop out over BruceD's photo. I love knowing I'm not the only woman who objectifies men.
5. Spending several hours with great friends.

I'm already looking forward to our next PWK Night Out.

Beth

Does Size Matter?

No....and yes.

Did that clear it up for ya?  No? Then I suppose I should explain further.

First, I can say with complete honesty that I have had great sex with men with very small penises (one each, of course). I've also had great sex with men with ED, who couldn't get hard. In those cases, it's all about creativity. Those men who know how to compensate for their shortcomings, pardon the pun, have left me quite satisfied and wanting more.

On the other hand, I've also been with men with nice large cocks who really didn't know what to do with them, other than the obvious, of course.  A quickie wham-bam-thankyouma'am session with a large dick is not much fun, and definitely far inferior to a nice long session with a creative and passionate man with a little one.

Are you confused?  Stay with me....

First of all, I have to admit that I like to be filled by a large hard cock (or two, or three) as much as the next gal, but it's really about confidence, passion and creativity. Sadly, many men who have been blessed with large cocks have never had to develop their other skills in bed, so they rely on their natural "gift" to get what they want and they assume that women will keep coming back just for that. Well, maybe we will, for a while. Eventually, though, that gets boring and we want more.  If Mr. Big Dick can't give us more, our minds start to wander, followed by the rest of the body in short order. He's got confidence, but his lack of creativity eventually leaves him playing solo.

Mr. Little Dick, though, knows he has to develop some other talents and skills.  He learns how to use his tongue.  He experiments with his fingers and hands (fisting, anyone?), and he uses sex toys to augment his own equipment - all for the pleasure of his partner, knowing that if she gets more pleasure, he does, too.  He tries lots of different positions to get the most leverage and benefit from the length and girth he does have. The bad news is that, even though these guys have the creativity thing locked, they may not get to share it very often because they lack confidence.

And then there's passion. Passion is all about desire, and showing your partner that you desire her. Some men are very good at this. Others, not so much. And no, simply expressing a desire to fuck her does not communicate passion. I'll be writing more on passion later, but it's very important. Of the reasons married women give for cheating, their need for passion is almost always at the top of the list.

Importantly, the development of confidence, creativity, and passion have nothing to do with the size of your dick.  So, whether you are big or small, you have a chance to become a great lover. The only question is, "Will you?"

Confidence, and a promise of passion, will get a woman into your bed. Creativity and passion will keep her there.

Wait.....in those two little equations (Confidence + passion = sex; Creativity + passion = more sex) I didn't even mention size.

Exactly.