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My phone buzzed, displaying a name I’d purged from my active memory: Max. We used to date, for a brief, almost embarrassing, period. That was, until I discovered just how minuscule his dick actually is. We’re talking the size of a chapstick tube, maybe even a used one at that. Our relationship, if you could even call it that, ended abruptly after I realized my needs were just going to gather dust, indefinitely.
His voice on the other end was a pathetic, wavering mess. He started apologizing, rambling about how he’d messed up, how he missed me, how he’d changed. He even dared to beg me to take him back. My mind, however, was already back in my apartment, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d actually have to fake it again. The answer was a definitive, resounding no. I can’t date a guy who is utterly incapable of satisfying me! And what did he mean by “changed”? Did he have a donor cock surgically attached to his tiny little weiner?
I Wish Max Had a Bigger Dick
As he pleaded, a cold, calculating resolve settled over me. He wanted to rehash the past? Fine. But not on his terms. So, I did what any sane woman, tired of being perpetually underwhelmed, would do…I humiliated him.
I reminded him of every whispered complaint, every moment of profound disappointment. Next, I brought up the exact words he’d used, the empty promises he’d made about learning how to make me cum using only his tongue, juxtaposed with the stark, undeniable reality of his other physical limitations. I painted a picture of his inadequacy so vivid, so undeniable, it was like I was holding a magnifying glass to every one of his shortcomings (see what I did there? lol). Then, just to make sure he knew I meant it, I brought up the “chapstick tube” comparison, and added a few more creative, equally demeaning analogies for good measure. “Remember when we tried to fuck, but I had to ask you if your dick was inside me yet?”
The line went silent for a moment, then I heard it—a full on sob. He cried like a sissy taking her first BBC! A full-blown, snotty, hyperventilating cry. He stammered something about how cruel I was, how could I say such things, before his voice dissolved into more wails. I just listened, a small, grim smile forming on my lips.
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