Post by fjohnson on Jul 5, 2017 23:10:08 GMT
I realize this is a blog for shorter men, which is designed to fight heightism. I am a shorter man. I am 5’8”, but I thought I would tell a humorous/sad story of when I was younger and dated a 5’11” woman, for a very short time.
I met her at a bar when I was with my best friend. I actually was interested in her 5’6” friend, but the friend was not interested in me. The 5’11” woman was blond, 32 years old and divorced with 2 kids. I was 24. She invited me to her townhome 2 days later. She talked about her life and here is when it gets interesting. When she graduated high school, she told me she was 5’9”. She married at 24, and grew 1 inch with each pregnancy for a total of 2 inches and topping out at 5’11”. Her first pregnancy was at 25, and she delivered a 10 pound plus baby vaginally. Her second pregnancy, at 27, she delivered a 12 pound plus baby vaginally.
Now, the humorous/sad part of the story. A week or so later came the big night we were have sex on her sofa. We are in the missionary position, and I entered her as easily and effortlessly as I ever had in my life. I mean I didn’t have to make any adjustments i.e. I was not too high, too low, a little off to the right, etc. I slid in with no effort and no resistance what so ever. I found out why in 2-3 seconds. I was in the biggest gapping cavernous vagina I had ever been in my life. I mean I couldn’t feel a thing, and when I say a thing, I mean absolutely nothing. It was like a 1 gallon paint can. I couldn’t touch the bottom, I couldn’t touch the sides and there was no feeling in the opening. It actually flashed through my mind that I might be in the wrong hole? I had never experienced anything like this before with any girl. We tried various sex positions, but nothing worked. I was so stunned, I said, “Judy, I can’t feel thing.” I should not have said that, but I was so stunned and surprised what I was experiencing, I couldn’t help myself. I just blurted it out. (I was thinking of this many years later, and I remembered she did not get upset with that statement, she was not shocked by it or denied it. She showed no response or emotion to it at all. And the reason, she must have heard this before. While she was not happy to hear it said, the shock of hearing it has passed long ago. No doubt other men had said the very same thing.)
I suspect she was rather large to begin with and all those lady parts grew disproportionally bigger with each pregnancy, since the catalyst of all her growth was the pregnancy.
We had sex 3 times, and the last was the worst. I went home afterward and took matters into my own hands. I kept thinking, if I try this or that things will work out. But they never did, and after the third time, I had to admit defeat. I was over matched. She was just too big. Now, you might say I was too small, but I never had an experience again in my life like I did with Judy.
This is one case where bigger is definitely not better. I actually felt sorry for her, for no woman would want to be like she was. And here is the sad thing, I liked her a lot. She had an awesome body, 36C, 28, 42 at 155 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes and was pretty.
I met her at a bar when I was with my best friend. I actually was interested in her 5’6” friend, but the friend was not interested in me. The 5’11” woman was blond, 32 years old and divorced with 2 kids. I was 24. She invited me to her townhome 2 days later. She talked about her life and here is when it gets interesting. When she graduated high school, she told me she was 5’9”. She married at 24, and grew 1 inch with each pregnancy for a total of 2 inches and topping out at 5’11”. Her first pregnancy was at 25, and she delivered a 10 pound plus baby vaginally. Her second pregnancy, at 27, she delivered a 12 pound plus baby vaginally.
Now, the humorous/sad part of the story. A week or so later came the big night we were have sex on her sofa. We are in the missionary position, and I entered her as easily and effortlessly as I ever had in my life. I mean I didn’t have to make any adjustments i.e. I was not too high, too low, a little off to the right, etc. I slid in with no effort and no resistance what so ever. I found out why in 2-3 seconds. I was in the biggest gapping cavernous vagina I had ever been in my life. I mean I couldn’t feel a thing, and when I say a thing, I mean absolutely nothing. It was like a 1 gallon paint can. I couldn’t touch the bottom, I couldn’t touch the sides and there was no feeling in the opening. It actually flashed through my mind that I might be in the wrong hole? I had never experienced anything like this before with any girl. We tried various sex positions, but nothing worked. I was so stunned, I said, “Judy, I can’t feel thing.” I should not have said that, but I was so stunned and surprised what I was experiencing, I couldn’t help myself. I just blurted it out. (I was thinking of this many years later, and I remembered she did not get upset with that statement, she was not shocked by it or denied it. She showed no response or emotion to it at all. And the reason, she must have heard this before. While she was not happy to hear it said, the shock of hearing it has passed long ago. No doubt other men had said the very same thing.)
I suspect she was rather large to begin with and all those lady parts grew disproportionally bigger with each pregnancy, since the catalyst of all her growth was the pregnancy.
We had sex 3 times, and the last was the worst. I went home afterward and took matters into my own hands. I kept thinking, if I try this or that things will work out. But they never did, and after the third time, I had to admit defeat. I was over matched. She was just too big. Now, you might say I was too small, but I never had an experience again in my life like I did with Judy.
This is one case where bigger is definitely not better. I actually felt sorry for her, for no woman would want to be like she was. And here is the sad thing, I liked her a lot. She had an awesome body, 36C, 28, 42 at 155 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes and was pretty.