I had endured emotional and verbal abuse for far too long with one of these monsters. I should have got out sooner before he turned to physical abusing me.
At one point he came home drunk and started to accuse me of sleeping with someone behind his back. He eventually attacked me and at one point I thought he was going to rape and strangle me.
I was fortunate in that I was able to fight him off. I remembered watching a TV program where a woman named Curtescine Lloyd had shared the story of how she had fought off her attacker after he had attacked her within her home, and threatened to hurt her if she didn’t do as she was told. Instead, she waited until he had removed his trousers before grabbing, twisting and pulling on his testicles, and refused to let go of them. He ended up collapsing and begging her to phone the police.
I fought back. I grabbed my long time abusers testicles and squeezed as hard as I could and didn’t let go. He immediately released his grip on me and went limp a few seconds later. He actually passed into unconsciousness and I later heard that I’d ruptured one of his testicles after he had to be taken to hospital.
I class myself as lucky and a survivor. I’m so glad that I’d watched that TV program. It could have saved my life. Don’t EVER let things get out of control. Get out sooner rather than later.
I remember vividly the very first time I saw and touched a penis. It was the penis of my first crush, and I’d saved myself for this special occasion.
He’d invited me over to his place while his parents were away for half the day, and he kept on telling me how hot and special I was. I’d expected that he might want something to happen between us as he was more forward than usual towards me. And by “something” I of course mean some sexual activity.
Anyway, at some stage he ended up fully naked on his bed after he’d taken a shower and his towel “accidentally” fell off as he walked back into his room.
So there we were, myself fully clothed while he lay on his back with his penis fully erect, with me staring at it not knowing what to do next. He just lay there doing nothing other than breathing heavily.
I really don’t know fully why to this day why I said what I said next. I think that it was due to part to being so nervous, partly because of the awkward silence between us, and partly because he’d always crack jokes and make comments about how “well hung” he was in the past.
Then I just blurted it out “can I measure it”. My cheeks immediately set on fire and I’d never felt so awkward in my life. A small giggle escaped my mouth as I said those words. Luckily he laughed and just said “sure”.
So here was my first real sexual encounter – measuring the fully erect penis of my first crush! I can still remember the details (really, how could I ever forget). Exactly 5.75 inches long and 1.75 inches across at the base. I thought to myself at the time that it looked quite small.
I ended up giving him a handjob and I watched the mini fireworks display with avid interest as he ejaculated onto his stomach. Even that event was awkward as his penis slipped out of my fingers after just after I felt it swell when it was about to shoot, and it pulsed and bobbed about spitting out its goo when I didn’t manage to properly grab hold of it again. I just watched it bobbing about and found it all quite funny. I thought that it looked like a little angry worm which had totally lost control, and was cursing and spitting venom everywhere in frustration.
My clothes stayed on throughout and nothing further happened. He later sent me a “dick pic” of his erect penis to remind me of the “good time” we’d had together. We soon broke up afterwards though after I found out that he’d cheated on me.
It felt good getting my revenge as I ended up telling all of my girlfriends that his boasts of being well hung were unfounded – I’d actually measured him at only 5.75 inches. I told them all everything and showed every one of them them the (little) dick pic. Their reactions were hilarious! One funny response I remember was “no wonder our sense of distance is all messed up, it’s because men keep on telling us that that’s ten inches!”
That was my first experience touching a penis.
What he had was certainly nothing for him to boast about like he had done in the past. It always seems to be the case though doesn’t it!
I remember the first time I saw a penis vividly. It was the penis of my first crush, and I’d saved myself for this special occasion.
He’d invited me over to his place while his parents were away for half the day, and he kept on telling me how hot and special I was. I’d expected that he might want something to happen between us as he was more forward than usual towards me.
Anyway, at some stage he ended up fully naked on his bed after he’d taken a shower and his towel “accidentally” fell off.
So there we were, myself fully clothed while he lay on his back with his penis fully erect, with me staring at it not knowing what to do next. He just lay there doing nothing more than breathing heavily.
I really don’t know fully why to this day why I said what I said next. I think that it was due to part to being so nervous, partly because of the awkward silence between us, and partly because he’d always crack jokes and make comments about how “well hung” he was in the past.
I just blurted it out “can I measure it”. My cheeks immediately set on fire and I’d never felt so awkward in my life. Luckily he laughed and just said “sure”.
So here was my first real sexual encounter – measuring the fully erect penis of my first crush! I can still remember the details (how could I ever forget). Exactly 5.75 inches long and 1.75 inches across at the base. I thought to myself at the time that it looked quite small. I ended up giving him a handjob and I watched the fireworks with avid interest as he ejaculated.
My clothes stayed on and nothing else happened. He later sent me a “dick pic” of his erect penis to remind me of the “good time” we’d had together. We soon broke up afterwards though after he cheated on me. I ended up telling all my girlfriends that his boasts of being well hung were unfounded – I’d actually measured him at only 5.75 inches. I told them all everything and showed them the dick-pic. Their reactions were hilarious! One funny response was “no wonder our sense of distance is all messed up, it’s because men keep on telling us that that’s ten inches!”
What he had was certainly nothing for him to boast about like he did. It always seems to be the case though doesn’t it!
I had endured emotional and verbal abuse for far too long with one of these monsters. I should have got out sooner before he turned to physical abusing me.
At one point he came home drunk and started to accuse me of sleeping with someone behind his back. He eventually attacked me and at one point I thought he was going to rape and strangle me.
I was fortunate in that I was able to fight him off. I remembered watching a TV program where a woman named Curtescine Lloyd had shared the story of how she had fought off her attacker after he had attacked her within her home, and threatened to hurt her if she didn’t do as she was told. Instead, she waited until he had removed his trousers before grabbing, twisting and pulling on his testicles, and refused to let go of them. He ended up collapsing and begging her to phone the police.
I fought back. I grabbed my long time abusers testicles and squeezed as hard as I could and didn’t let go. He immediately released his grip on me and went limp a few seconds later. He actually passed into unconsciousness and I later heard that I’d ruptured one of his testicles after he had to be taken to hospital.
I class myself as lucky and a survivor. I’m so glad that I’d watched that TV program. It could have saved my life. Don’t EVER let things get out of control. Get out sooner rather than later.
I remember vividly the very first time I saw and touched a penis. It was the penis of my first crush, and I’d saved myself for this special occasion.
He’d invited me over to his place while his parents were away for half the day, and he kept on telling me how hot and special I was. I’d expected that he might want something to happen between us as he was more forward than usual towards me. And by “something” I of course mean some sexual activity.
Anyway, at some stage he ended up fully naked on his bed after he’d taken a shower and his towel “accidentally” fell off as he walked back into his room.
So there we were, myself fully clothed while he lay on his back with his penis fully erect, with me staring at it not knowing what to do next. He just lay there doing nothing other than breathing heavily.
I really don’t know fully why to this day why I said what I said next. I think that it was due to part to being so nervous, partly because of the awkward silence between us, and partly because he’d always crack jokes and make comments about how “well hung” he was in the past.
Then I just blurted it out “can I measure it”. My cheeks immediately set on fire and I’d never felt so awkward in my life. A small giggle escaped my mouth as I said those words. Luckily he laughed and just said “sure”.
So here was my first real sexual encounter – measuring the fully erect penis of my first crush! I can still remember the details (really, how could I ever forget). Exactly 5.75 inches long and 1.75 inches across at the base. I thought to myself at the time that it looked quite small.
I ended up giving him a handjob and I watched the mini fireworks display with avid interest as he ejaculated onto his stomach. Even that event was awkward as his penis slipped out of my fingers after just after I felt it swell when it was about to shoot, and it pulsed and bobbed about spitting out its goo when I didn’t manage to properly grab hold of it again. I just watched it bobbing about and found it all quite funny. I thought that it looked like a little angry worm which had totally lost control, and was cursing and spitting venom everywhere in frustration.
My clothes stayed on throughout and nothing further happened. He later sent me a “dick pic” of his erect penis to remind me of the “good time” we’d had together. We soon broke up afterwards though after I found out that he’d cheated on me.
It felt good getting my revenge as I ended up telling all of my girlfriends that his boasts of being well hung were unfounded – I’d actually measured him at only 5.75 inches. I told them all everything and showed every one of them them the (little) dick pic. Their reactions were hilarious! One funny response I remember was “no wonder our sense of distance is all messed up, it’s because men keep on telling us that that’s ten inches!”
That was my first experience touching a penis.
What he had was certainly nothing for him to boast about like he had done in the past. It always seems to be the case though doesn’t it!
I remember the first time I saw a penis vividly. It was the penis of my first crush, and I’d saved myself for this special occasion.
He’d invited me over to his place while his parents were away for half the day, and he kept on telling me how hot and special I was. I’d expected that he might want something to happen between us as he was more forward than usual towards me.
Anyway, at some stage he ended up fully naked on his bed after he’d taken a shower and his towel “accidentally” fell off.
So there we were, myself fully clothed while he lay on his back with his penis fully erect, with me staring at it not knowing what to do next. He just lay there doing nothing more than breathing heavily.
I really don’t know fully why to this day why I said what I said next. I think that it was due to part to being so nervous, partly because of the awkward silence between us, and partly because he’d always crack jokes and make comments about how “well hung” he was in the past.
I just blurted it out “can I measure it”. My cheeks immediately set on fire and I’d never felt so awkward in my life. Luckily he laughed and just said “sure”.
So here was my first real sexual encounter – measuring the fully erect penis of my first crush! I can still remember the details (how could I ever forget). Exactly 5.75 inches long and 1.75 inches across at the base. I thought to myself at the time that it looked quite small. I ended up giving him a handjob and I watched the fireworks with avid interest as he ejaculated.
My clothes stayed on and nothing else happened. He later sent me a “dick pic” of his erect penis to remind me of the “good time” we’d had together. We soon broke up afterwards though after he cheated on me. I ended up telling all my girlfriends that his boasts of being well hung were unfounded – I’d actually measured him at only 5.75 inches. I told them all everything and showed them the dick-pic. Their reactions were hilarious! One funny response was “no wonder our sense of distance is all messed up, it’s because men keep on telling us that that’s ten inches!”
What he had was certainly nothing for him to boast about like he did. It always seems to be the case though doesn’t it!