It's a plus, but it isn't a requirement to have a large penis.
-There. I said it.
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It's a plus, but it isn't a requirement to have a large penis.
-There. I said it.
If you feel you have to ask, you don't have enough.
Both size and performance matter, geez.
With me, though, the farther away from average your penis is, the better you have to be. I am not a loose girl and I already have a slight fear of penetration, meaning that if I'm nervous or apprehensive or anything like that, I'm going to tighten the hell up and nothing's getting in. And if I see a foot long dangling in front of me, I'm going to be pretty damn nervous because the only thing that'll run through my mind is "Pain". So your kissing, foreplay, and actually sex better be amazing or we're gonna be stuck wasting like thirty minutes going in centimeter by centimeter.
No offence to the OP, but fixating on phalli or mammila is a bit atavistic.
I think it was feminist Molly Haskell who said that "the mammary fixation is the most infantile, and the most American, of the sex fetishes". (Though she should have said Western instead of American). The same applies to the obsession about penises. Sex is so much more than genitalia or fragmented body parts; we aren't animals in rut who only care about functional coitus and procreation.
But if you're still worried, I'm sure most women will agree that confidence, technique and charm will more than make up for shortage - unless it's a micropenis in which case you need hormone treatment or surgery, according to Micropenis - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia though I don't know if that is something which occurs often.
Does size matter? Well, of course it does. I believe no one could be okay with a male genital the size of a trunk, for example, as our places do have their limits. The question is how and how much.
Personally, it would be difficult for me to have intercourse with a guy that has a wood longer than 18 centimeters (that is 7 inches for Americanos) because that would be simply incompatible with my body and would hurt me. As for smaller ones, it is all fine and enjoyable as long as you do not have some serious medical problem, and even then I would be understanding.
You could have a lot of fun with both of these guys as long as they are ready to accept their own size and the problems it may bring. For instance, if the small guy did not demand you to orgasm during intercourse and was interested in toy play, he might even please you better than the average guy. On the other hand, if the big guy understood that he cannot go at full force and did not demand the real thing every night, it could work out.
Also, a relieving piece of info for the smaller end of the male population: be it a woman or a man you are making love to, the most sensitive bits in their holes end at about 5 centimeters (2 inches) in. So if you have that much, physically speaking you will always be able to give them the most essential parts of their pleasure and if your partner can orgasm through the way your are doing it (not everyone can), you should be enough for that too.
There is a lot more to sex than simple and plain pistoning, especially if we talk about lovemaking. If you have a bit of imagination, an open attitude and some self esteem, I doubt there are any bodily shortcomings that can ruin a night with a person you love. The obsession with size is just one more way the media tries to make people feel incompetent and not good enough - do not buy that kind of crap, it is not real.
Take into consideration that both individuals are of the same skill level with what they are equipped with? What is better in general? Large or Small? This should be the question, as everyone knows skill speaks volumes with anything you do. Also girth and length is something to take into consideration. I was under the assumption that thicker is better then length (as long as the length is average), which I believe is 4.5 inches round about.
Far as breast size, i find anything that can't fit in one hand to be too big, in regards to preferences. In such a case, I would rather have a female with smaller breast than overwhelmingly bigger ones. Of course, though this is my own personnel preference, hopefully, regardless of cup size, they do more then simply lay there like a rag doll, and expect me to do everything.
I think I'm getting an enlarged prostate, and I'll tell you one thing, size there REALLY makes a difference.
As far as everything else goes, though, the only thing that seems to matter to me is that you'd want to have sex with someone because you care about them, and want to share something with them. I like making jokes with my friend. I don't care what he looks like. Who cares about what their friends look like?
Why should it be any different with a partner? True love -- and I don't mean in a co-dependent or fantastical way here -- transcends these 'cruder' things. You enjoy a friend's company; how often do we think of what they look or sound like, etc.? It's just nice to be with them. Friendship is unconditional love much of the time, and it's very easy to forget this; it's unconditional because we don't think about it. If you try to love someone unconditionally it's going to mess something up; loving unconditionally is more about the absence of thought about how to give love, and just letting it happen naturally.
That said, I'm probably able to have such idealistic ideas of love and lovemaking because...well.
When I was about 2 years old I had my friend come with me into the bathroom, and I convinced her that we should show each other our private parts. So that's what we did. And then she ran out and told my mom, and my mom got really pissed off at me. I don't think I ever got over those emotional scars so there's probably some subconscious part of me that's repulsed by intimacy, and I'll probably die a virgin wearing some hollow, outer mask of security, which is just a cover for the irreparable, penetrating, and chilling loneliness that only the icy embrace of death can bring solace and resolution to.
But yeah, I really don't think size is important at all in regards to either sex.
OK so for breast size, size doesn't really matter as I honestly never understood the infatuation with breasts among guys. Honestly, do you think they're going to start giving you milk or something? They're for infants! And guess what! That porn you saw with the guy and the boobs...doesn't work well at all in real life!
As for pecker size, honestly the only people who care are other guys. And the insecure ones must be microsized or hung like a racehorse or something because the ones around average size don't really care and know sex is more than just doing the 'ol in-out. Now...bunch of guys showering in a gym...that's when it's time to bust out the egos and start the smack talk.
Last edited by MNiS; 03-07-2010 at 02:59 PM. Reason: spelling.
I actually was half-joking about that, but then again, I'm not so sure. I have some reasons to believe that something isn't quite right down there. But what're you going to do, you know. I heard bee pollen helps. But I'll be dead eventually so what difference does it make.
Now THAT'S a positive outlook on life! That's the spirit! :D lmfao
Okay, that's enough fun for today!
"Honestly, do you think they're going to start giving you milk or something? They're for infants!" That made me laugh. I'm just picturing some woman slapping some guy in the face, with this indignant scowl on her face, going "WHAT ARE YOU, 2 MONTHS OLD? GET AWAY FROM THOSE!!!!!"
Now...bunch of guys showing in a gym...that's when it's time to bust out the egos and start the smack talk.
At first, I thought you said "eggos." Between "lego my eggo" and butter and syrup and the sheer oddity of the image of waffles in this context, I could take this in so many directions, but I'll just stop there.
I agree, though; the whole size issue seems to be a lot more of a concern among guys.
I'm thinking of breakfast foods now. It's really difficult to take anything in this thread seriously when you're thinking about pigs in a blanket. Maybe this is a testament to how silly the whole insecurity thing is? I'm laughing so hard right now it hurts. And maybe that's all there is to it? Just be who you are. You can't change your genetics. You can be like that guy in the mockumentary 'Spinal Tap' and put a cucumber wrapped in tin foil in your pants, but look what happened with the metal detector. Be yourself and be content with yourself, and you're a lot better off. And definitely on the plus side, if someone judges you for something like that, and the whole relationship goes to hell, you have the joy of knowing for sure that that person wasn't right for you, and you can simply make amends with the past and move on to better things without missing anything or having any regrets.