GIRL 25
PENIS PICTURE GIRL
She was one of the first women I’d seen and loved on the famous internet dating site. It seemed
to take forever to get her to write me back. Then to give me her phone
number. When I first called her, she seemed a little too normal.
Perhaps I needed drama, and certainly with Girl 6, I got it.
I came back for another attempt at the end of the summer, and she
agreed to see me. Originally her name was Spandex Girl from a picture
in her profile. She was from South Jersey. She had the blonde hair, the
blue eyes, the straight white teeth, the long red nails, and in my
mind, dirt on her knees. She was at once innocent and naughty, perhaps
the perfect woman.
I chased her shamelessly. I took her to the best restaurant in Cherry
Hill. She wore Capri pants, usually a killer to me, but her body was
perfect, she had a deep tan, her eyes were impossibly blue, her hair
soft and beautiful. I wanted her. I would have swept the table clear
and made love to her right there. I don’t know why we didn’t go forward.
I later changed her name. There was something this woman did for me
that changed me forever. She told me about penis pictures. For some
reason, this girl attracted pictures of male’s members. For some reason
I never understood, Spandex Girl’s email box was always full of penises.
She confided to me that she loved it. That the cum shots particularly
made her quiver. And that she even got movies from some guys.
"And you’d go out with these men?" I asked in disbelief and shock.
"Sure," she smiled. "I think it’s hot."
It was a lesson in female heterosexuality. The hetero females love the
cock. They think it’s a work of art, a thing of beauty. Unlike the
parade of women in my past until Girl 6, the women I’d date now were
heterosexuals. They loved not only the penis, but it’s product. A woman
who loved cum, its taste and smell and consistency, was the woman for
me.
Later, I would do an experiment. I’d grab the digital camera and take a
photo of myself as hard as I could be. I touched myself and snapped
away. The cum shot photos that appeared on my computer shocked me. Oh
my God, I was beautiful. I never knew I was that big.
Holy shit, I coulda been a porn star!
Later, much later, I would use the penis pictures as a litmus test. I’d
send them to a woman to see which of the three responses I would get.
Disgust? A crinkled nose? She was not hetero, she was a closet lesbian
– an extreme opinion, I know, but still somewhat on target. Silence? Or
the statement that I went too far, too fast? Or had acted in a way the
female described as inappropriate? That mean a control freak. She liked
the cock but wanted it only on her schedule. Her sexual thermostat
would be too low for me. The third response -- "yummy" -- or its
equivalent, that was a candidate for "The Girl." Thanks to Penis
Picture Girl, I learned a life lesson I should have learned in high
school. But better late than never. The penis picture test helped me
find women who would make my heart swell. And other things.
That night at the restaurant, she told me her life story, and it made
me want to cry. Her life had been difficult, she had young children,
and through courage and faith, she had prevailed.
In the back, as we leaned against her minivan, I kissed her, and she
kissed me back, and while she kissed me, she bit me, once so hard she
made my lip bleed.
For two days I felt the wound she’d made. It throbbed just as I did for her.
But I did it again. There was no reason not to see her a third, fourth, eighteenth time. I dismissed her roughly and told her leave me alone. Her last email was sweet and sad. I felt like a monster.
What in God’s name was wrong with me? I kept waiting for him to make an appearance, and tell me himself, but for some reason, he only seemed to appear after I made love to a woman, and the way this was going,I would have a dry cock for months to come.
I was tired of damaging the females and damaging myself. I wanted someone, needed someone.
I had to get this done.
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