There wasn't enough girth for me even at his hardest.
Could I feel good and have a good time with Fabian? Of course. There are men with average penises who definitely know how to work it, but it's not like I would know because the only men I've ever been with had a little above average to large sizes.
Lincoln being the biggest. Because of course he was. What a stroke of luck.
I often think what if he didn't? What if I had a crush on him and he had a small dick? Would I have married him? Would it have been a one and done?
I always felt ashamed for that line of thinking but whyshouldI?
There were things about me that Lincoln found attractive and he was unapologetic for them. I just happened to be one of those people who enjoys having a thick penis. It doesn't even have to be very long. Just thick enough to give me a good stretch. And whereas Fabian's dick might have been on the average to below average size in comparison to what I've experienced, Lincoln's dick is almost the equivalent of a water bottle.
At his hardest it was as tall as one and just about as thick, to the point where the tip of my four fingers could not touch the tip of my thumb when wrapped around his cock.
All I could think about in that moment, was a comparison of how easily my fingers overlapped each other going down Fabian's penis as his mouth opened in pleasure, versus the undeniably heady sensation of my ex-husband's large meaty cock sliding through my grip when he used to thrust his hips up with every downward motion of my hand.
“I'm going to end up making a mess,” Fabian had whispered, barely able to speak.
“Shh. Then make a mess,” I had whispered back to him.
“Gabby…” his breath came out in sputters as I stroked him faster and up with the geyser highest it can be.
Fabian's mouth opened in bliss, his eyes fluttered closed, body jerking through the spasms of his orgasm.
I was so wet in that moment but I wasn't going to give him everything. I needed to keep mystery.
Fabian was great and I would really have to like this man for everything else not to matter… but call me shallow because I like me a big dick.
And how the hell am I going to get over Lincoln going under a guy that's not even working with half of what Lincoln's got. Does the penis make the man?
No, but itsureas shit helps. Maybe I put up with as much as I did because Lincoln knew how to put it down.
Yes a big part of that was love but the dick was part of the equation, and with how much I've been thirsting for it and with what happened with us this morning, Fabian is just not going to cut it.
Heading down the elevator, I arrive back at level C. I stack new deliveries to take upstairs, mark everything, and then head on my way.
I’m stopped by one of the women.
“Gabrielle!” the woman calls out.
“Oh hey what's going on honey!” I smile as I pull the woman in for a hug.
The woman is slightly chubby with short natural red hair and bright blue eyes, freckles adorning her face. Tammy is the kind of woman who is very humble and wouldn't seem very popular because of how shy and humble she comes across, but she is in fact loved by everyone. She's good people and we get along really well.
Her two best friends shadow her. Mandy and Charlotte.
“I thought I should tell you,” Tammy starts to say, causing me to lean in.
“What's up?” I ask.
The other girls lean in as well.
“I saw that video from Macady's.”
It's so annoying knowing that my co-workers have seen that video. There have been rumors swirling around about me for a while now, but since I've started getting along with everyone at Helion, people are opening up more, especially Tammy, the one person I can count on not to be two-faced.
Tammy leans in closer, Mandy and Charlotte nodding along with her.
“I thought I should tell you,” Tammy starts. “I saw what Sarah was saying on social media and stuff.”
