I have been sitting here sipping my coffee with my feet up on my dog. I have been nearly crying reading some of the replies, both good and bad, some funny, some sad. Some informative, some a waste of space and place.
I find it intriguing with some peoples replies they feel they are contributing to the conversation when in actuality, it lends itself to absolutely nothing being discussed. Maybe it's me, but I don't get it.
Either way, with my husbands size, literally at hand, he can be as gentle as a kitten or rough as a grizzly when being with a woman. He lets her dictate how deep, or not, they are going to go and at what pace. He feeds off her responses and actions, and then goes from there. We know a few women who just prefer to barely have the guy inside her. Others, want the soles of their feet sore from being bottomed out so hard and deep.
So it takes men of all sizes to satisfy women of all desires and pleasures. And with many of us women, we have both the pleasure and displeasures, of being with men of a multitude of lengths and sizes.