From Brooklyn’s journal
Tiny Dick Humiliation: A True Story
He talked big at the mall and brought me back to his place — then dropped his pants and showed me the tiniest dick I've ever seen. Here's what I made him do instead.
So I'm at the mall last weekend, minding my own business, when this guy starts chatting me up. Cute face, confident, talking all big about how he'd wreck me if we went back to his place. I was bored, he was hot, so I figured why not.
We get to his apartment, clothes start coming off, and I'm actually getting wet — my pussy aching a little — thinking about what's coming next. Then he drops his pants and... oh my god, baby. I almost laughed out loud. It was the tiniest little dick I have ever seen in my life. I genuinely felt bad for a second.
He saw my face and just froze. Poor thing. But here's the thing — I wasn't even mad. It was kind of cute, in a pathetic little way. So I told him, fine, if you're not gonna fuck me with that, the least you can do is put on a show for me. I sat back on his bed, crossed my legs, and told him to jerk off for me.
And he did. Right there in front of me, stroking his tiny little cock while I watched and told him exactly how little it was. He came in like thirty seconds — I barely had time to enjoy the show. I patted his cheek, told him better luck next time, and called my own ride home.
Some guys just aren't built for a girl like me. And that's okay, baby. Somebody's gotta be the entertainment.
If you've got a tiny little dick and you want me to know about it, text (314) 649-3292. — Brooklyn