Does size really matter? It must… at least when writing erotic romance. I have read a lot, and I do mean a lot, of erotic romance books. Almost without exception that leading man is packing some serious artillery. The heroine – no matter how sexually experienced – is usually like a stunned bunny when she witnesses his cock. It’s huge! Will it fit? Will I be able to take it? Will it hurt? She’s never seen a cock anywhere that big! Wow! And that big cock always is shaped just right to rub against that G-spot too.
I never read a description of the hero that goes something like this:
His shoulders were wide and sculpted, leading down to a flat abdomen, hard muscled thighs, and… an average size dick.
I guess that would be a real let down, huh?
It must be important.
While, ball size is not. I have heard a few women remark about the size of a man’s cock, but never his balls. And by the way, let me be clear here. RARELY have I ever heard a woman say that a man had a big cock. Usually, you only hear when the poor bastard was packing well, less than average. And even then, the woman hastened to add that the he had a great tongue or hands, or he could cook and clean up after himself. My guess is that 9 and 10 inch dicks are not abundant in the wild, but I could be wrong. Maybe women who had a man packing that many inches isn’t telling anyone else for fear of losing said man and inches.
So back to ball size. Never have I heard a woman or read about a woman saying, “He had such a nice large nut sac. I wanted to fuck him then and there.” We probably wouldn’t even notice if the balls were gone to tell the truth.
So, when I write about my hero’s cock… should he be big or average? Perhaps my next blog should be about what is average?