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**Questions About Your Tiny Cock** The first time I encountered a micro-penis, ***Part II*** (Read ***Part I*** here https://onlyfans.com/286349721/lordmaria) Anyways, the first time I saw Dustin's micro-penis, I was shocked. I wasn't prepared for this. It seemed anatomically impossible. But ever the optimist, I decided to try to fuck him anyways. I let him lead the charge on this, as I had no fucking idea what to do with his little shrimp. After he ate my pussy (which he was pretty good at, btw) he climbed on top of me missionary style for the home run. After he positioned himself, he started to thrust his pelvis into mine, all while studying my face for a reaction. Normally, that first insertion of a cock into a pussy generates a look of elation across a woman's face. Her eyes close, skin flushes, and you'll hear her take either a deep breath in or a loud exhale. Not one to fake pleasure, my reaction in that moment was as bare as the expression I have every time my accountant goes on a tangent about the detailed history of British civil law and its influence on contractual negotiations among corporate entities in Canada. His expression, on the other hand, would indicate intense excitement and arousal. This was very confusing for me because normally if I'm fucking someone we are somewhat aligned in our external expressions of arousal. And as he begins to pump his hips rhythmically, he became even seemingly even *more* aroused. Now I'm *really* perplexed, given I feel literally nothing and he's looking like he's 10 pumps away from cumming. The disparity in our physical experience was a too jarring for me to ignore. I needed to do it - I needed to seek clarification about what exactly was happening. I needed answers because I really couldn't pull a fake an erotic response out of a scenario where it feels like nothing is happening. I needed info, something to work with. So, I asked him the question, the one I've come to learn is the most dreaded question of small-dicked men: *Is it in yet?* Humping paused - expression deflated. Energy shift. A massive turn of events for him. It becomes clear to me that he's used to women going along with this and faking pleasure for him, because there was really no level of anticipation for my question. On some subconscious level I'm sure he knew this question would come from a woman at some point - as a man in his early 20s, there is no way he has gone this far in life not realizing he is exceptionally unblessed. But he clearly didn't expect the question in that moment, and I could tell I caught him off guard. He found a quick pivot, saying something along the lines of "no, I can't get it in because your pussy is so tight". Sort of a clever response - distract from your shortcomings (pun intended) by falling back on flattering the other person. Because of this angle, and the longer rapport he had with me as being a respectful and hospitable human, I let him save face. I agreed that my pussy was just too tight for sex to happen that night, and I saw myself out. From here I learned that not only did it seem anatomically impossible to have a cock that tiny, but also that it was anatomically impossible to have sex with it. From that night forward, I was unequivocally sexually disinterested in him. The weeks of accumulating sexual tension dissipated the moment I realized he would serve no sexual purpose for me. I continued to take his calls, return his texts, go to the beach with him, party late night at his home, but he was irreversibly in the friend zone. And he knew it without me needing to tell him, and he accepted it without pushing for anything more. Now, at that point in my life, I generally held the no-kiss-and-tell rule. That is, I shared no information about my sexual escapades or the people involved in them. Of course, that's with the exceptions of my two best friends, with whom I shared all the details about what happened between Dustin and I. I needed an outlet to share, and people to laugh with. And let me tell you, we *laughed* and created a whole series of inside jokes from the experience that we continue to this day. He has an unforgettable cock, just not in the way most men would want. But aside from the close confines of my tight friendship circle, my experience with Dustin did not spread further, an embarrassing scenario I kept to myself out of respect for him. However, it turns out Dustin did not feel like holding the same regard for me. Within a matter of days, I began receiving indication that he told *a lot* of people we slept together. Normally, I probably wouldn't care. Even during those earlier formative years when the gender double standard around sexuality ways heavier than in adulthood, the slut label did not bother me. I've always been a sexual person and have always been comfortable with my sexual decision-making. But context is important here. First, it became clear to me that he was telling people we fucked as a means to elevate his own status among his male peers... that fucking me was a conquest all the boys were rooting for, and he achieved it. Gross. Second, it also became apparent to me that he was telling people to make The Ex-Girlfriend jealous. (Remember what I said about being skeptical of labelling women as "crazy", and that was should always consider the possibility that men may have some accountability in contributing to women's overt emotional responses? This is what I'm talking about). This man (if you even want to call him that) was leveraging my sexual encounter with him to hurt his ex. He poked the bear, and it worked, touching off *months* of her trying to slander my name (and of course, not his). So herein lies the issue. The issue became one of power. Him and I had a sexual experience (sort of). By all objective means it was an unsuccessful experience, one that left me extremely sexually unsatisfied and him embarrassed. Out of principle, I kept the story to myself (mostly) and let him save face. And out of ego, he reconfigured the story to make himself look good and make his ex angry, all while knowing that it would have negative repercussions for me. As a small-dicked man, he had no claim to any sort of status, especially status derived from getting close to a woman like me. My options were to a) ride the wave and let the story die on its own, or b) recalibrate public opinion by giving my own version of events. Never being one to let a man control a narrative that involves my own experiences, I opted for the second option. The best part is I knew I wouldn't have to invest much energy actively undoing the damage he had caused. Because he told so many people and the story reached wildfire proportions (as is typical among younger age groups), I already had people coming to me to verify the rumours with a great degree of regularity. That is, I didn't need to actively campaign for myself to readjust the narrative, the people were coming to me for answers. And they always came with the same simple inquiry: "Sooo, I heard a rumour about you and Dustin, is it true that you guys fucked??" To which I always gave the equally simple response, "does it count if I couldn't feel it?". --------- Now, enjoy this clip of me asking questions I *really* would have loved to ask Dustin in that moment, should I have been a less kind human being.