I like ‘em big.

Let’s not get carried away here; I’m not talking about cocks. Not entirely about cocks.

Okay, let’s talk about cocks.

First of all, yes, I do like me a nice big cock. On the other hand, and this is the (sad?) truth — I really think cocks are just generally big (and occasionally intimidating). Don’t take it personally, but an erect cock never seems to me like it could possibly fit inside any of my delicate little orifices. I’m pretty much always shocked at that first sight (which often seems to be a quick glimpse as it’s passing by my lips — why is that?). Yes, realistically, I know that some are longer or thicker, but still, they all feel big when they are inside me — so filling, so satisfying.  So yeah… I like big cocks.

(fuck  — every man I’ve ever praised for having an enormous cock is now looking down in consternation and wondering if I really meant it)

But it isn’t all about cocks (it isn’t!).

I swoon when I have to crane my neck to be kissed for the first time. I love having to reach way, way around a set of broad shoulders. Towering over me is a very, very good idea (and surprisingly easy — I’m kinda short, you know). And god knows, if you can add strong to the equation, I become (even more of) a sure thing.

Ultimately, though, we come back full circle to the best big thing a man can have — his brain. As a dear friend says, it’s all about the mindfuck, baby. When it comes to intellect, yeah, I’m a size queen.