Dr. Ruth Lied To You: Size Does Matter

drruthWhen I was younger, say around 12 or 13, I loved watching talk shows. Remember Sally Jesse Raphael? Aw, yeah, one of my favorites to watch on those not so exciting after school afternoons. This one particular show Sally had on Dr. Ruth, and I have always remembered her cute, mischievous, wrinkle-adorned face, teaching me and the rest of the audience in t.v. land, in her adorable German accent, while referring to penises, “It’s not the length or the size of the penis that matters, but it’s how you use it!”

I’m sorry, Dr. Ruth, but here I stand (ok, I’m really sitting) at 37 years old to tell you that is utter and complete bullshit. Penis size MATTERS.

Allow me, blogging world, to share with you why size does matter, at least to me. Honestly, any woman who tells you it doesn’t matter is lying to one degree or another. Cock size matters, it’s just not always a negative slant on how or why it does.

Exhibit A: Chia Pet

When I was around the age of 26 I had a male friend that I was really attracted to. He was HUGE; all of 6′ 5″ tall, blonde, and in great shape. Tres Nordic. There’s a fun story here, but I’m going to get to the real meat of the subject for now: his meat. *smiles* Yes, his cock was by far the largest and most impressive in length and girth that I have yet to come across, no pun intended.

Now, I am a huge fan of fellatio as some of you may have read here on my blog. I absolutely love giving head, and I know I am damn good at it, as confirmed by many a lover. (thank you alt.sex pages, for all those tips back in 1999) However, my favorite pastime was seriously thwarted when I chiapetwas in bed with him. This was the first and only time this has a) happened to me and b) that I slept with this guy. I’m no porn star deep throat, but I can relax my mouth enough to take the fullness of a man’s cock in, with this exception. I was licking and sucking away, my mouth increasingly filling with the swell of him, until finally I sat up on my knees, looked him straight in the eye and said, “I’m sorry, I just can’t do this, it’s not humanly possible”.

Hence, this man has forever been named “Chia Pet” in my lexicon of lovers because he just kept growing, and growing, and growing! Cha-cha-cha-CHIA!

The unfortunate side effect of men with huge penises is that I think they tend to rely on their cock size alone to get them by as far as bedroom skills are concerned, and while I do like a longer and thicker penis on my lovers, if you don’t know how to use it, you might as well just stop before you get started with me.

Relying on your size alone is not going to help you pass the test. That’s like thinking that reading Cliff’s Notes will provide you the wealth of actually reading the book itself! Make sure you know how to fence if your going to bring that sword to my bed! Touche!

There is a lot a skilled tongue can make up for, but you just can’t replace a man who has rhythm and finesse when it comes to pleasuring you with his man meat. Yep, I said “man meat” LOL


Exhibit B: The Tall and The Short Of It

I had been dating this rather tall, large-framed, man from Canada. We’ll call him “Big C” for this example. He was kind of bordering on fat, save for his stature.

We had been sexual partners for several months, and I almost married him due to an early midlife crisis. Thank God for the sudden awakening of common sense! (It was like thun-dah, light-ning…) Anyhoo, when I say tall think 6’4″! That is a LOT of man, but although one would imagine his body parts would be similarly proportioned, alas, they were not.

Now, he wasn’t what I would consider small by any means, just on the lower end of the median of cock sizes, and his girth was less thick. He wasn’t a pencil dick, but his cock wasn’t burly like the rest of him. He fit in my mouth well, he felt good to ride, everything seemed ok. That was until the shortest of all my lovers came back into the picture.

I was really just waiting for the right time to disengage from “Big C”. I was coming out of my pre-mid-life crisis, waking up to my inner “Danger Will Robinson, Danger!” alarm, and needed to get that guy out of my life, STAT. He was a serious train wreck, and I did not want to be riding that train when it collided with life head on! I would love to pretend this relationship never happened, but alas, it did. Of course, I’d love to pretend the relationship with “Short Stuff” didn’t happen either, but lets just say I have learned a lot in recent years, School of Hard Knocks style.

What was the point again? Oh, yes, cock size….

So, previously to this relationship with Big C, I had been lovers with Short Stuff, and the stars and moons aligned such that we were all at this same camp out one summer. Short Stuff is the shortest man I have ever been lovers with. Shorter than all 5’8″ of me, SS was only 5’6″ tall. He once told me that “tall women were worth the climb”, and he was so right.

I ended up sneaking off with Short Stuff for a morning tenting rendezvous (read as sexy time in a tent), unbeknownst to Big C. The moment I climbed on top of him and slid my pussy down over his awaiting cock, I knew. I knew exactly what I had been missing! He was long, but not overly so, and thick. I reveled in the feel of his cock filling me so fully, it was like a hand in a fine silk glove. The way his rock-hard shaft pressed out against my juicy walls, and how if I slid all the way down him his tip nestled snug against my cervix was nothing short of pure unadulterated HEAVEN! I couldn’t get enough of how he felt inside me. I was ravenous for the feeling I had been unaware I had been missing for all these months! And although one might imagine he would have been more average in size, his cock was the beast of inches that his stature lacked.

cucumbersI learned two things from this tawdry sexcapade: A) Size DOES matter, at least to me. It just feels so much better to be so utterly and completely filled, and B) We are all the same height while lying down *smiles*

So, know this my male counterparts in readership land, size does indeed matter to us women, no matter how much we either are programmed to not believe so, or lead you to believe through our own omission. Your cock size matters to us whether it’s too big for us to swallow, too small for us to really get off on, or whatever it may be for us each individually. Just like you have your preferences for our breast size, or for the tightness, or lack thereof, of our vaginas, your cock size matters to us too. This is my own personal experience. As always, your mileage may vary.




  1. Primalnights · January 28, 2013

    I love this post for several reasons. I love your honesty and openness. There is something very liberating about it. AND most of the SIZE DOES matter things I’ve stumbled into imply that a gigantic cock is the answer. So on a purely selfish note it was gratifying to me. I’ve never had a sexual experience where the woman didn’t comment on how they loved my girth. But I know my length is average not long. I was ready to feel like I needed to do cock push-ups or something.

    • erogenoUSblog · January 29, 2013

      Love this comment so much! Thank you for the compliments and for reading! This blog is my I uncensored truth. It does feel liberating to be so blatantly so, but it’s also why I have to use a nom de plume, too. :). And thanks for the image of a well-endowed cock doing cock push ups! That made my work day!

  2. Damn, now I want to go have some well-endowed sex…

    • erogenoUSblog · January 29, 2013

      I know, right? Me too from writing it!

      • I’m back just because a day later I’m still thinking about the description of the vertically challenged gentleman’s cock. The nestling against the cervix got me….damn.

      • erogenoUSblog · January 31, 2013

        Yeah, that always kept me coming too! LOL

  3. autumnquest · January 29, 2013

    I agree and enjoyed reading this. That is all!

  4. Chin Up, Chest High! · January 29, 2013

    Thanks for your honesty but let me ask you this… what is preferable to you

    a) a man with a large penis who doesn’t know how to use it (let’s say he is a virgin)
    b) a man with an average–>smaller size penis who pushes all of your buttons in the bedroom?

    Just curious…

    • erogenoUSblog · January 29, 2013

      Chia Pet was like sleeping with a virgin, though at 42 with 2 kids, a virgin he was most definitely not. So, as you see, a man with a big cock who has no idea how to use it is not my cup of tea. It was very boring sex.

      Now, a man that knows what he is doing with a big dick over a smaller one, well, you know my answer to that!

      • Chin Up, Chest High! · January 29, 2013

        Yup! But that wasn’t the choice I gave you πŸ™‚

      • erogenoUSblog · January 29, 2013

        Ah, but the first part of my answer answers your question precisely. I’d take the partner who knows how to use what they have. πŸ™‚

  5. Daniel de Culla · January 29, 2013

    Very Cute.

  6. M. · January 29, 2013

    It’s the whole “size matters AND how you use it” for me, and with my ever so large number of four sexual partners (numbers are soley intercourse based), I’d like to put in my two cents, Portia, if I may.

    I have had fairly well endowed lovers, two with “hoods” and two without, ranging from the average 5-6 inches to a whopping “I’d forgotten how fucking huge you were”. I’ve had the virgin who was my S.O. for three years (I had my V Card then too until we decided to rip them up in a night of no longer virginitude). I’ve had the experienced lovers varying in sexual kinkdom and prowl. And I think back, although somewhat biased, and realize that both variables are important to achieve a mutual degree of satisfaction.

    Let’s take a look at the Kama Sutra debate with the Rabbit men and the Elephant women. Some men will have the girth and size to make that pussy of yours scream like fireworks on any national holiday, and some will barely cause a flare. Hell, they may even be too much or get lost in transit. It happens, right?

    But I will say this: my pussy could tell the difference of each lover. I do not mean simply their cocks… I mean their intent. There is some energetic mojo going on between two sweaty bodies combined at the sacral chakra, and that makes all the difference in the world to me.

    (Also, it’s great to see you write again, Portia! You were greatly missed.)

    • M. · January 29, 2013

      Also also… ” B) We are all the same height while lying down *smiles*”

      Utterly and deliciously hysterical.

    • erogenoUSblog · January 29, 2013

      You said it perfectly when you wrote “There is some energetic mojo going on between two sweaty bodies combined at the sacral chakra, and that makes all the difference in the world to me.”

      For me, in addition to the baseline essentials of bodies that work well together, there must be an energetic openness, and a desire to connect on some level more than just “insert part A into part B. Thrust. Repeat”. To make my body thrum, you have to stroke more than my skin.

      Thanks so much, M, for the fabulous compliment re: missing my posts! I love writing about my adventures, and am thrilled that you enjoy reading them! XOXO

  7. ParalysisAnalysis · January 30, 2013

    I agree size matters in a sense. But unfortunately my Incubus is longer than is comfortable for me to accommodate. He is typically cautious with his depth and positions. He has actually hurt me rather severely in one deep position thrusting too hard 😦
    Best lover ever, stamina beyond anything ivuave experienced previously, he is young, short in vertical stature, long elsewhere, the chemistry and his excitement to explore new sexual adventures with me never cease to amaze me. Only wish is if I could, I would definitely choose an inch or two less so we didn’t have to use such caution in the throws of desire.

    • erogenoUSblog · January 30, 2013

      Thanks so much for the comment!

      I agree with what you share here completely in that, like mentioned in my post, that size nattering need not be a negative.

      Size matters all the time, but just not always in the way we think. For you it matters because your love e’s cock could injure you, for me it mattered once because I wasn’t humanly able to swallow 10 inches of hard-on without choking, and another time it mattered because I learned I enjoyed larger cocks better. It always is a factor, but the “why” varies for each person. πŸ™‚

  8. Jaded Joe · January 31, 2013

    Sorry to say, I only have four inches. However, some girls like it that thick.

    • erogenoUSblog · January 31, 2013

      You’re my Northern Twin, so to quote bad 70’s music, I love you just the way you are!

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