For most of us, a layer of macrophilia intrigue has a prominent, amplified experience of a traditional dom/sub relationship. My own, additional layers of interest include what I feel I could described as "reverse virtigo", to be beneath or surrounded by a sheer volume, like that of a valley, mountain root or skyscraper. Intense emotions alone in a vacuum can share a similar neural displacement like that seen in sexuality, hence attempted distinctions between fetish and kink, but that doesn't really restrict my own virtigo sensation overlaying itself into developing concepts of erotic nature.

I like the big penis,

but more as a potential mode of scale, and less about a sexual attraction towards my homie. Most of my fantasies that visit male genitalia not of my own tend strongly towards futanari characters of female psychology; a fully grown and realized woman who more or less woke up as a stick shift, and wants to explore previously unknown aspects of the male experience with a trusted male friend.

So what supposed exploration of the male experience involves an overlay of size mechanics for me?

I admire a scenario where my massive cock homie is quite a shy and nervous boyfriend towards his more confident girlfriend. He wants to engage with her sexually, but is scared to be with her alone. To guide and comfort him, my tiny, barely 1cm body could be sat above or beside her vagina as I guide him through the process of pleasuring a woman, assisting rummaging through her labia and clit as he focuses on just thrusting into her. In a more extreme scenario, I want to ride the tip of his cock inside her, trusting into the sensitive opening of his tip as, I guess now our, girlfriend's vaginal wall beats down across my back and shoulders until my grip is lost and I'm cast against her cervix. His monster cock pummeling against me, constrasted with the nervous anxiety of the man unknowingly battering me along the hot, moaning shivers of her pussy.

As he builds confidence and naturally strays away from his male companions to focus more on her, I'd stay with her, representing the extension of my man's friendship. Residing in her panties, continuing to assist in foreplay and internal stimulation as his Boeing 747 surges in and out beneath me, desperately clinging beneath her clitoral hood.

Admittedly, a still developing idea. I want to be surrounded by a sexual connection, utterly swept and beaten away by it. I don't really have an interest in the penis itself, but the drive and emotion behind it enthralls me.