Loads of things have been said about the size of a mans penis, and it’s ability to provide pleasure. Some women go as far as claiming that a not-that-well-endowed man won’t really be worth the effort. Some claim that half the fun is that you can’t really foretell how anything will feel since he will slip around in an unpredictable manner while moving around inside.
My own experience is that I’m too small for some women, too large for some and a more average fit for some.
I suspect that the obvious answer to all this is that since men come in different sizes, women do as well. In the end it all depends on personal taste; some want more space, some want less of it.
Size-obsession most often search for the largest cock in the vicinity and give a go at cramming the thing in whether the pussy wants to or not, which I find kind of weird. Wouldn’t it make more sense to go hunting for the woman who wants to have exactly what you can give her, and then have tons of pleasure giving it to her? Does it really make sense to marry someone and then investigate whether your bodies easily unite? I think not.
Anyway.
One of my very favourite things to do while making love is to sit still and kiss, hug and caress. It will eventually make her sex softly blood-filled, with a me-sized hole in the middle. I can feel her heartbeats from inside her, and they can on rare occasions actually make me come without her putting any extra effort into it. I don’t think we can get any closer, ever.
If she rather feels like moving about a bit it feels amazing. Her body doesn’t want to let go of me when I move out, and I slip back in the exact same place I were before when gliding back in. If this ain’t the perfect fit, nothing ever will be.