Evolving Cocks

Me likes cock. Me especially likes big cock that reaches inside and hits my G-Spot. Me likes the feel of big cock in my hands. Me likes trying to choke on a massive juicy one as my sucking makes it even bigger.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2010/may/06/women-penis-size

Does size matter? Some might say that it doesn’t really matter at all. If you have a deep affinity and affection for your lover, the size of his appendage shouldn’t really matter at all, and quite frankly, if it is isn’t hitting the spot then you should take a walk down to the local sex shop and buy a rabbit that you can play with. After all, no woman should be without her orgasms however lovely her little man might be.

In praise of the Guardian newspaper, not only is it an excellent newspaper but the website is as good. It is well constructed and you can look at articles within the “newspaper” in any way that you desire. Recently, I have been looking at the “Zeitgeist” section more frequently, which, I assume, is the place where they put a collective of hot topics and photographs. There’s some interesting stuff here and the lazy can use this to see the eclectic nature of articles without having to search through a paper copy of the newspaper.

Yesterday, I noticed that the Zeitgeist had two sections relating to sexuality (I am always on the lookout for something to report here). The first one was about the size of women’s boobs which I will do a small blog on in a short while. The other was about the size of a man’s cock.

Do you know, I get excited and needy just at the mention of the word “cock”. I instantly recollect a particular cock standing rigid in front of me, waiting to dive into my ever moist cunt. It’s a glorious image to have constantly in your mind, backed up by some very precious photographs.

The article came in the form of a question to “Carole” – the science guru who will apparently attempt to answer anything relating to science from the Guardian readers.
The question posed was as follows.
Dear Carole,
Why are women so obsessed with the size of a man’s cock – wanting ones 6 inches and over and kicking others aside when they really should be concentrating on the emotional connection and love being shared, putting the size of the man’s cock right out of her mind?
Anonymous, age and sex unspecified

Oh dear! Has someone been told that they have a little willy? Has someone looked down the line at urinals and suddenly realised he is not as well endowed as he once thought? Or is this from a woman who is perfectly happy with her little prick but is fed up of people (ex girlfriends who have remained friends) commenting on the size of her man’s bits?
I think it is more likely to be the former and whoever wrote this is right to an extent in that the emotional connection should be as important as the size of the cock, if not more so. But let’s face facts a bigger cock reaches into better places and all the technique of the Karma Sutra cannot get away from the scientific fact that longer cocks with wider girths do the trick!

I do contest the assumption that women are “obsessed” with the size of a man’s cock. To be perfectly truthful an enormous hefty cock seems a little unnatural to me; you know the ones – the equivalent of a Jordan’s boobs before they were diminished. Just as big tits can look a little weird on a small framed woman, so can a big cock on a thin or small man. Not that I have ever seen such a thing in real life but you see plenty of enormous dongers on porn sites and the ridiculously large ones just don’t look right. I think I’d actually be put off.

No, I don’t think women are obsessed with cock sizes. It certainly isn’t the first thing that comes to mind when I am attracted to a bloke. Apart from anything else, you can’t see it when the flirtation or the instant attraction happens. When you finally get to unzip the trousers to feel what is inside, it’s just a wonderful and pleasant surprise to find a big one there, unfurling and awaiting your grasp.
Yummy!
If it isn’t as big as one would have hoped, then you still carry on if the emotional attachment is now tightly secured, and as I said, if the emotional attachment and empathy is in place, then surely a less-endowed man would be happy to accompany his woman to buy a sex toy to add to the pleasure, assuming that the woman wasn’t so unsubtle as to say something like “Your cock isn’t big enough. You need to buy me a rogering tool or else it’s curtains!”

And returning to the question posed for Carole – six inches and over? Oh dear, this bloke does have a “little” problem after all. I’m not entirely sure that I could cope with a mere six inches any longer, not when a healthy twelve does the very best for me. Ooh, how I would welcome my beautiful twelve inches right now, and to be able to feel the generous proportions of healthy balls as well.

So what does Carole have to say in return?
Carole replies, and those who struggled with Biology at school, bear with us because this is interesting and important.

The origins of the primate sex drive go back more than 60 million years to the late Mesozoic era when the first primate evolved. A lot of sex has taken place since then, and a significant proportion has been motivated by female choice between male rivals. Female primates can experience multiple orgasms, and it has been theorised that ancestral hominid females sought out males who would sexually satisfy them. Through the mechanism of sexual selection, this will have increased penis six and altered structure.
(A thought has suddenly entered my mind. Maybe one of the reasons that a serious study of female sexuality and the development of female sexual empowerment have never taken place is because there is one obvious fear that stands in the way. If one empowers women to have choice in their sexuality and their sexual partners, there could or would be a complete shift in society from a patriarchal society to a matriarchal society. From what Carole says, this clearly happened in the days of our predecessors. The female of the species directed the sexual behaviour of the male in a seemingly dominant way. Still, it’s not all bad boys. Apparently, if we returned to this matriarchy your cocks might get bigger!
Another comment here that needs to be made is about the female orgasm. See it, read it again and weep. “Female primates can experience multiple orgasms”. So why the hell are the majority of women in this world stating the fact that they rarely achieve orgasms and we are still allowing the ignorant to tell us that vaginal orgasms are a figment of our fertile imaginations? If our predecessors could experience sexual fulfilment, then what they hell happened? Sisters, it’s time to act!)

Carol continues:
Today, the average erect gorilla penis is 3 cm (1.25 inches) long, the average chimp or bonobo penis comes in at around 8cm and the average human penis stands at around 13 cm. Most primates, including chimpanzees have a penis bone and achieve erections through muscle contraction. The human penis has evolved the unusual system of vasocongestion to achieve erection, making the erect organ far more flexible than that of other primate species.
(Now go to the zoo once more and feel even sorrier for the poor female gorilla who is banging on the glass to escape. I’m not surprised, poor girl! In responding to the poor bloke with the less than six inch penis, there is hope though. The bonobos love sex and love one another. The harmony within these troops is renowned and clearly their cocks aren’t huge but then again, neither are the bonobos huge so 8 cm might not be a bad number and proportionally better than an average 13 cm for humans. Sorry, dear letter writer; let’s face it boy. You’ve just got to come to terms with the fact that your cock is a little on the small side. Vasocongestion is blood flow for fellow failed Biology students.)

This unique adaptation is thought to have been selected through female mate choice, and by the time Homo erectus arrived on the scene, the hominid penis was significantly longer, fatter and more bendy than our ape cousins. It has even been theorised that bipedalism evolved in humans to allow the fashionably new, larger, flexible penis to be displayed to discerning females.
(That’s an interesting theory about how the cock developed in line with us standing on two legs. For the life of me, I cannot think why other than the fact that standing up naked would peacock display the size of your cock rather than hiding it under an all fours stance. Therefore, with evolvement and natural selection, the cock grew. I’m glad we decided to stand up then!)

Interestingly, while the human penis is the biggest of all the ape species in length and girth, both in absolute terms and as a proportion of body size, the human testes are not. As a proportion of overall body size, chimp and bonobo testes are twice as large as human testes, whereas gorilla testes are half the size. Why?
(I’m intrigued once more! Why are testes so big and so what? Why are gorillas so small? Will Carole tell me? A handful of testicles are always pleasurable and looking at a full sac that is eager to spill its contents is a huge turn on but as far as hitting the G-Spot, they are merely an added bonus as far as sexual penetration is concerned but clearly the size of testes is an important attraction in the ape world; again, similar to the enticement of the mammary glands in humans. Isn’t this all slightly fascinating – the correlation between the evolvement of the human form and the changes to sexual dominance?)

Correlations can be found between primate mating systems and male genital anatomy. In multi-male/multi-female groups, males must compete to reproduce and frequently the competition takes place inside the female reproductive tract. The more sperm a male produces and ejaculates inside a female the greater probability that one of his will fertilise the ovum. Female chimps and bonobos in oestrus often mate with several different individuals, so males must reproductively compete in this way and larger testes will therefore confer greater reproductive fitness.
(Confer, you notice, not quite factual then. So although a big sac of balls would suggest that there is more sperm waiting to fertilise eggs, it may not actually be the case. I am afraid the size of the bollocks has not been fully explained.
If ever there was a reason for polyandry, polygamy, polyamory etc then this could be it. One could argue that it is the natural way, and it could keep your cock and balls delightfully large too. The fittest bloke procreates with many and in doing so increases the size of his bits in the longer term. The polyamorous way of life is so infrequently discussed and it certainly appears that this is the way that the bonobos live harmoniously as opposed to polyandry or polygamy. There is a mutual sharing and we really should look at this as a societal option irrespective of the biological issues).

By contrast, female gorillas live in harems and don’t often get a chance to exercise a choice between mates, though occasionally a female and a male from outside the group may risk it. The impressive 200kg (400lb) silverback gorilla does have the smallest penis and testes of all male apes, but his massive canines and biceps and his controlling, jealous temper allow him to intimidate and fight off potential competitors.
(Ah, there we have it. An uber patriarchal society not only suppresses female sexuality but also decreases the size of your cock! To get the best of both worlds, hand over to the women. You’ll get more sex by empowering women and your cock will be bigger -well, future generations will have bigger cocks. Look what you will be doing for your great, great, great grandchildren.
Choice for women brings choice for all. It’s a no brainer. If we educate women now to understand the overwhelming brilliance of their sexual potential we could have a completely different world, and the Neolithic silver-back type man could be extinct. The “New Man” of the 1990s probably never really existed except in small pockets of society. Putting on washing up gloves does not equate to true equality when their women are still so unsure of their sexuality).

Human testis size indicates that males evolved under conditions in which their sperm competed inside females, but perhaps not to the same extent as chimp sperm. But the larger human penis suggests that hominids needed to keep females with choice sexually satisfied. Ancestral females would have experienced a sexual freedom denied from Western cultures today and it has been suggested that our ancestors went through a period of matriarchy and enhanced female choice.
(More to suggest that polyamory is the way to be! The human testis grew, literally, out of the fact that monogamy was not a societal expectation. You fucked more than one person and if your sperm was the strongest, it would make its way to fertilisation and ultimately to creating another human being. Read and weep once more. “Ancestral females would have experienced a sexual freedom denied from Western cultures today”. AND they probably had multiple orgasms too. Female sexual choice gives everybody choice. It is backed up here through science. It is reiterated through a range of anthropological studies. It is evidenced in history. It works. One could argue that if it was so brilliant, why did it disappear? Maybe people, as they were evolving just lost sight of balance. The Age of Aquarius is upon us. Maybe it is a return to either a matriarchal society or one that truly embraces sexual equality).

When compared with patriarchal chimps, the matriarchal bonobo is a far more sex-oriented ape. Enthusiastic females initiate both hetero and homosexual activity, particularly when aggression begins to surface, resulting in satisfied, contented and peaceful bonobos. Patriarchy, on the other hand, correlates with a lack of openly displayed female choice.
(I don’t know who “Carole” is but she is talking a great deal of sense in her response and it is so wonderful to hear the scientific logic to what some of us have instinctively understood and hoped is a valued reason for empowering women sexually. Look at the bonobos now. They offer a genuine way forward to a peaceful, non-aggressive, even non-attached way of living. The female sexuality is at the heart of “societal” contentment. Female choice brings harmony. It is fact and it should be realised in human form too. The reason that people are not willing to accept this potential change in society is because it is too threatening to the current state of play. Blimey, if the Tories can be infiltrated by Liberalism then surely the odd society around the world can lean further towards female choice. And don’t forget that cock-growing part as well. 8 cm on a bonobo probably equates to more than 13 cm on a human!).

Women with choice are not all “obsessed with the size of a man’s cock”. Women are as aware as men that to build a stable relationship you need trust, shared interests and the ability to keep each other amused. But a woman is not going to “put the size of a man’s cock right out of her mind”, because she can’t. Females have an evolved interest in the size of a man’s penis, which has been sexually selected for its size and shape. But humans are also selected for creativity – we are highly innovative, imaginative apes. Accordingly, women’s minds can be aroused by creativity and being sexually imaginative can be physically arousing, adding satisfying metaphorical inches to one’s love life.
(I think Carole must have been listening to my initial response. Creativity could easily include sex toys. It could also involve looking at porn together, exciting one another into a frenzied arousal where the size of the penis is less important. There are ways around having a small dick!
But for all the scientific information, we should not lose sight of the other valuable organs that us humans have. We should not lose sight of the capabilities of the brain and the ability to empathise and spiritualise the entire sexual experience. Creativity, thought and understanding passion are as important as the physical entity of sexuality. The irony is that with all of these additional functions, we are yet to emulate the perfection and harmony that we see in our ape-like friends such as the bonobos. We are a million years behind their evolvement in some ways.)

I’m feeling rather positive. All of my life, I have feared that I am a little bit backward in my thinking but maybe I am streets ahead after all. Over recent years, I have been slightly anxious that my evolving thoughts on female sexuality are too outlandish to ever make their way into a societal norm and that my idealism is just too far-fetched. According to this article, it seems that my thoughts are far more insightful than that and that women who have realised a small amount of choice should be leading others by the hand to embrace it.

So returning to the original letter, it seems that cock size is important and ironically, you can blame your ancestors for not fucking around if yours is a wee bit on the small side. The answer to bigger cocks and more enjoyable sex seems to lie with the empowerment of female choice. Polyamory breeds sexual delight. Humans have the potential to evolve more, and cock size IS important.
Just let women know about their sexual potential before concerning yourselves with the size of your dicks.
And whilst you wait for this realisation to hit you in the gonads, I am afraid that those women who choose to be liberated and exercise their given right to choose will, by instinct, intelligence and desire, choose the healthiest, longest most loveable cock that suits their very extensive sexual needs.
Yum! Yum!

Sexual Counselling Part One

I see a woman in a room. She has her back to me but she knows I am there. She is wearing a white shirt and a pair of black panties.
I watch as she slowly drags them down her legs, steps out of them and turns around to greet me with her fulsome tits and a shaven pussy. She nervously moves her fingers towards her cunt, looking at me for encouragement, still wearing the white shirt as a clear contrast to her tanned body.
I nod towards her cunt and she guides her finger over her clitoris, biting her lower lip in nervous anticipation.
She places herself on the low chair, straddles her legs apart to give me a full sight of her pink and excited pussy wings.
“Now what?” she asks timidly.
“Reach inside”, I say. “Pull you labia back and let me see”.

She expertly divides her skin and reaches inside herself with one singular digit. She moves it softly in and out, moistening her finger with every stroke.
“Take another finger inside” I say. “Stroke your insides and see if you can feel that erect bulge.”
“Can you feel it?” “How does it feel?”
“It feels good, I think” she responds. “Oh yes, I can feel it thickening. Wow!”

I move towards her and kneel in front of her so that I can get a closer look at what she is doing.
I tell her to move further down the chair so that her buttocks are edged towards the rim.
“Widen your legs further and push the fingers in deeper. Don’t rush it. Take your time. Feel the energy of the growing climax. Now reach in deep as though you are trying to wank your clitoris from the other side. Press hard. Feel the orgasm rising”.

She looks directly at me and rubs herself hard, not too hard, being careful to ensure that she is doing as I had directed, reaching inside herself to find the sensation spots.

“Now close your eyes. Imagine that your lover is here. Imagine that it is his fingers that are deep inside you. Imagine how much he is enjoying your cunt getting this juicy. Imagine how much he would like to be sitting where I am, waiting for your climax. How badly do you want his cock right now? How much do you wish that his juicy cock was dribbling in front of you? How much would you like him to be fucking you right now, withdrawing just in time to shoot his stuff all over your tits?
Think about him fucking you. Go on, rub harder. Use your imagination. Fuck yourself just like he does. See him watching you do it. Go for it girl. Push harder”.

Whilst she was going for it, I had already inserted my own fingers into my own cunt, such was the excitement at my encouragement for her.

“I’m cumming” she said and as she did, she dribbled a small but clearly visible ejaculation from her pussy. Speckles of cunt juice trickled onto white towel on the floor and she looked down in fascinated glee.

“Oh fuck, I’ve peed!” she screamed.

“No you haven’t!” I said. “Remember we completely emptied your bladder beforehand. Look at the towel. It’s not even the colour of urine. Get down and smell it. I assure you, it is not piss.”

Unassured, she reached down to inspect her juices. An inquisitive glance towards me, and she smiled.
“It looks pretty clear!” she said.

“It’s a good start” I said “but I think you could shower him. You have that capability and that is why you are here isn’t it?”

“Can you show me how?” she asked.

In a way, I was hoping that she would ask. I was already aroused by seeing her excitement, knowing that it was my instruction, my words and her memories that had brought her to climax.

“I can but you are going to have to talk to me. Just as I spoke to you – the cruder the better!”

“I’m not sure I can” she responded.

“Try!” I said as I pulled my skirt up and sat where she had been a few minutes before.
I slid my backside down, whipped my legs over the side of the chair and whacked a couple of fingers up my cunt. Slowly I stroked myself, withdrawing my fingers to rub my clit, then returning them to my juiced up body.

“Talk!” I demanded.

“What shall I say?” she asked.
“Tell me how you are feeling, watching me wank. Tell me what you think of my cunt. Tell me what you see and how sexy you feel.”

“I can’t believe how sexy I feel” she said. “I’m so fucking turned on by this. I’ve never seen a woman wank herself. Do you like me watching? Do you want cock right now? Wow, you’re so swollen and so wet….. fucking hell!”

I withdrew my fingers and pressed hard on my clit just at the point of a huge ejaculation that projected straight out of my cunt, spraying all over the towel beneath and speckling her knees with a small spotlet of my sensational cum.
The first ejaculation was rapidly followed by a stream of cum that soaked the towel.

“Fucking hell!” she repeated. “How the fuck do you do that?”

Once I had gathered myself together, I told her. I knew my body. I knew when it needed to cum and when it needed to emit fluids. The two were separate but when they happened together it was sensational. It was like nothing else in the world.
I told her that I fucked my own mind to climax. I thought of my desired cock, how it thrust inside of me, right up to my G-Spot, which really did exist. I told her how I remembered the depth of feeling and the warmth of his cock as he fucked me hard and fucked me slowly. In remembering I was aroused.
I admitted to her that I was aroused by her sexuality and the sight of her pussy, though I would obviously not fuck a client.

She listened and thought.

“I’d like to try again” she said “but I am not sure I would be able to cum again so quickly”.

“You will. In time”, I said.

She gathered her clothes together, returned her panties to her cunt, popped her skirt back on, removed her shirt to reattach her bra, and having paid her money, she was walking towards the door.

“Can you fit me in the same time next week?” she asked.

“I certainly can”, I responded.

“And can you do the photo thing too?” she asked.

“I think that can be arranged” I said.
“If you want me to be in the photos as well, my business partner will happily be the photographer, as we discussed earlier”.

“What if he gets aroused whilst taking the photos?” she asked.

I explained that was entirely up to her. If she didn’t want to see him wanking, he would take his stiffy to another room and masturbate himself. Alternatively, I would follow him out of the room and do it for him. However, if it would arouse her further to see how excited he was by taking these photos, he would wank away as he was filming, if that is what she wanted.

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It’s a dream. Possibly a rather far fetched one but I rather like the idea of being a proactive sexual counsellor, offering women the chance to develop their sexuality in a safe environment where they can learn about their bodies and their capacity to cum.

The dream reaches into another realm when I consider the utter joy of sharing this counselling service with my lover, where I can offer his services to arouse beautiful frigid women (we’d only have women that we found attractive) – all part of the service, and not just from behind a camera lens. My cunt is pretty aroused at the thought.

It’s a good dream. It’s a horny and exciting one but there is a little truth in it all in so far that I am genuinely concerned that more women should know the joys of ejaculation.

Nearly a year ago, I wrote a piece on this blog about soaking balls.

http://zenpuss.blogspot.com/2009/06/soaking-balls.html

Please re-read and see how far we have moved forward in a year.

This phenomenon is not unique. I am not the only person who squirts and I do not do it only once a fuck. I somehow have the capacity to juice up pretty quickly these days, such is my state of arousal.
I’ve finally come to accept that it is perfectly normal for me to ejaculate twice or three times in the middle of sex. I am confident that what I emit is not piss and I am telling you that the vaginal orgasm does exist.

It happens when he inserts his fingers and touches the button immaculately. It happens when he sensitises my pussy with his fingers and follows in with his big cock to make me gush.
I gush when I am lying on my back and I can feel the juices trickling under my arse.
I gush when I ride his cock and splash copious juices all over his balls.

We’ve moved around in the bed after sex and found pools of cum in places that are far beyond where our bodies have been.
The other day, I desperately tried to move the duvet in time but to no avail. I left a sopping wet patch on it as the gush rushed out of me at a rate of knots.

This is not an unusual phenomenon and it is about time that women spoke out.

Here’s a slight confession. When I first watched porn, I found it really difficult to believe that the women I was watching were genuinely emitting the amount of fluid that they were. I thought that they had beautifully toned pelvic muscles that could retain a bucket full of water that had been inserted before the cameras started rolling, so that when the film started they could just shove it out. Or that they had some sort of vessel inserted inside that when pressed sprayed in this glorious manner.

Of course, some sites do just that but the reason I thought this was happening was because I couldn’t believe that anyone could emit that amount of fluid in one session? I didn’t believe that it could project that much but that was before I fucked like that. That was before I had sprayed bodies, jeans, floors, carpets and towels with my hurried cums.

I’m not unique. Everyone probably has the capacity and capability to cum like me.
What I would really love to do, was realise this for women throughout the land.

In order to do this, we still have to clarify once and for all that fuck juice ejaculation is not urine. Even if it were, it wouldn’t bother me but I know it would others.
In the meantime, wouldn’t it be great if we could establish some sort of safe counselling services for woman who just want to know their bodies better and are happy for a little glorious sexual recreation whilst they do so?