Divorced a year or so ago now. Few redounds here and there but this was a highlight.

I went on a date with a friendly well spoken guy. Nothing happened. We messaged and a few nights later I pawned the kids off to my parents and we went on a second date. Bar. Game of pool. Then we both decided the smartest option was going back to his place.

We got to his and had some drinks and I snuck off to the shower while he cleaned up. He wondered on in and I was butt naked already in the shower and he slips his underware off. Well the look of shock must have been obvious. There was a placid girthy curving left almost dildo looking dick it was so perfect. And well maintained and looked after! 😍

My mind went in to overdrive and panic wondering how I’d even cope dealing with this. And he was so causal about it. Never mentioned anything. Never joked about it just flopped it out and surprised me. We started fondling and fooling around in the shower and that’s when he got solid and I knew I was in trouble 😂

We got out out of the and raced to his bedroom still half dripping wet with towels only half around us. Getting on the bed my mind was a mixture of panic and excitement and my stomach had butterflies doing flips.

I ended up in a puffing panting sweaty heap by the end of it and although I wasn’t planing on staying I was in no state to get home after getting what felt like at stages split in half by dick 😅😂

I was always in the thought and the camp of size doesn’t matter. And it doesn’t completely matter but oh man does it make a difference 😅🥵