FOR THE LOVE OF THE BIG BLACK COCK

How many times have you pulled down the zipper of that shag you’d been wanting to have with the zeal of a trained whore and the determination of a politician?

How many times have you gasped at the stretch of manhood you were faced with when you got eye-leveled with the crotch?

How many times have you quickly zipped him back up, mentally making the sign of the cross, because the thing you saw would need the special grace of God – the kind God unfortunately doesn’t grant just any Bottom – to go inside you?

Is this your story?

Is your situation to live in far-away admiration but close-up fear of the big black cock?

Well, here’s a little bit on how to grow out of that. Come with me and pay close attention.

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Even before I got deflowered in the most unmemorable way you can imagine, I knew Dick was equivalent to a god (Reason I can’t understand heterosexual males! All that missing out… Sigh).

But one thing I also was aware of was my phobia for Big Dicks. Yes. While everyone else I knew were joining the “No Big Dick, No Bang-bang” chorus, I was totally fine ogling from a safe distance and never doing more than just that. Especially those in sweatpants – ooh, la, la!

And right there in my head, I’d already had a painful experience with a big dick once and I was done putting myself through that. And I hadn’t even had sex at the time.

It was all in my head. I came, I saw and I was not having it.

But like I said, it was all in my head – as it could be in yours.

I know what the average untested Bottom thinks when he sees a big dick. The over-stretching of sphincter muscles and the immense pain such pressure would cause. And then, it doesn’t stop there. What if the asshole doesn’t go back to its original size? What if the dick tears your asshole and causes it irreparable bloody damage? What if the dick succeeds in making your destiny one of eternally wearing pampers?

These are pretty unsettling thoughts, no doubt. But they are just thoughts!

See? All in your head!

True, some Bottoms get anal fissures from taking on an anaconda dick. But let’s not forget that the same can be said for those who took on average sized dicks. Anal fissure does not respect dick size.

It’s all in the usage, the give and take, the interaction between the dick and the man pussy.

There’s something supernatural, almost mysterious, about fear. It possesses more physical sovereignty than we give it credit for. When you fear pain, you are already experiencing it before engaging in that task that you imagine will bring it to you. It’s just natural.

When you are scared of big dicks, you imagine all the terror, the pain; your legs aren’t even spread apart yet, your hole isn’t even lubed yet, but you’re panting and hyperventilating. In real life situations, as the Top slowly descends to your hole-level, many a time, he won’t be able to go through with it because he won’t be able to stand your sounds of distress and the guilt that he could already be hurting you your distress is inflicting on him. And then, there you go, still scared of what you’ve not allowed yourself to experience.

For those Tops whose konji will not let them shine, they’d simply shut you out and proceed with the banging. And in that moment, you blank out. A lot of times, you’re feeling immense pain but not from down there (yes, the usual slice of pain that sears through you upon first penetration is there, but that’s about it). You’re feeling more pain in your head than in that bottom area of your body where the action is taking place. It takes time for your brain to register what’s going on, and when it finally does, you find out it’s really no big deal. You soon move from that state of shock to surprise, and then quickly cross into indignation at yourself, before letting the pleasure sweep through you.

“It’s really not that big a deal!” I exclaimed within me when Big Joe was done.

This was sometime in 2017.

He was a big deal down there, no doubt. But it wasn’t a big deal what went down.

So what was?

Anyway, I’m still not going to go on Grindr and put on my profile “BBCs only”. But that’s only because I have not totally reconciled myself with the fear and not because big dicks are a hub of pain. I think I’m perfectly good in this thinking space and my progress will definitely be geometric henceforth.

I couldn’t keep this to myself, so I decided to share with the lot of us who have the same problem. Let’s go on this journey together only because groupies are always much more fun!

Don’t forget, it’s all in your head. So why not take that deep breath, zone out to a land flowing with the Ryan Reynolds and Chadwick Bozeman of this world, and conquer that Big Dick!

XOXO

Delle