Your Penis, Friend or Frenemy?

Frenemy: Someone who pretends to be your friend, but is really your enemy.

There’s a term for those who aren’t friends, but who we keep close. It’s frenemy, and it might perfectly describe your relationship with your penis. I hear different views on this, based on penis size, width, or even how nimble your hips are. Some of you love your penis, and some of you feel it’s ruined your life, regardless of size. Yet, you continue to stroke, and stroke, and stroke …

If you have a big one, it’s probably all you think about. It may even be the entire basis of your self confidence. Which means that you NEED small penis humiliation to keep yourself in check and see how the other half lives. I love when you do this, when you call and tell me you have a little two-inch cock and how women laugh at you. Even though at the end of the call you may feel the need to tell me your actual size, it’s a lot of fun for you to forget about it for a while.

If you have a small one, my observation is you don’t really think about the size much. Because you get by fine, no one REALLY laughs at you (although I love to torment you in our phone sex sessions and say they do). Most guys in this country have medium to small ones, and most women probably don’t know the difference. I would never sleep with you, but some other women would. There’s nothing you can do about it anyway. It works, you make it squirt, and you move on.

You medium guys have the hardest time. Are you big? To some. Small? That can happen too. Depending on who your woman’s prior lovers were. It’s a constant struggle, isn’t it? Whenever you disrobe in front of a woman for the first time, you wonder, what will she think? Will she be impressed, or is her vagina too big for it? The stress can be overwhelming.

Friend or frenemy, it’s really all in your head. And so very complicated. I’m glad I don’t have to carry around one of those things.

Kisses,
Melanie xoxo