Teeny

“Yours is tiny,” she says, inspecting me with a serious brow. “Teeny,” she looks up at me from between my legs.

I cover my eyes, embarrassed and giggling, how did we even get here?

It makes sense that I have a tiny clit, it takes a LOT of stimulation to make me cum. Sometimes in the middle of direct stimulation it feels like my clit just disappears. She just packs her bags and fucks right off. Bye. Hidden by the little hood. When I’m by myself I usually give up, but Max knows if she keeps slow and steady she can coax it back into action. Clit whisperer.

Hers is big. She gets hard-ons, it gets swollen and throbby and sensitive. It makes my brain melt, such a turn on to see her desire like this, so obvious. I love grinding against her and feeling her swell. It’s not hard to make her cum, she spends hours on me and then she’s done in minutes. She likes it that way, the appropriate distribution.

I love all kinds of clits, I’m a versatile gal. Small hidey ones (like Kitten’s) are fun to overstimulate and torment, slow and steady to a huge build. But big thick clits are so sexy, so responsive and sensitive. I remember in my 20’s getting off to an erotic scene in a book about a girl playing with another girls big throbby clit, those pages became well worn. They rocked on a porch swing and swallowed hard with wandering hands, the descriptive words used to describe the thrill of such a swollen discovery imprinted on my brain.

I was researching sex toys and came across a stroker specifically made for big-clit individuals. It’s kind of like a mini version of a fleshlight, suction and texture, but all of the reviews say things like “best toy since I started T” and “useless if you have a small clit.” It piqued my curiosity, “babe what do you think of this?” I gave her the product pitch. She wasn’t interested. “I can get myself off in minutes. I just don’t see the point.” Fair. “Besides,” she slid her hand up my thigh and slipped past my shorts. “You’re my toy, the best toy.

Back to the present, where she’s started bullying me about my size. “It’s smaller than a grain of rice, little Mighty Mouse huh?” Or when I’m frisky and making moves on her “Aw is your little half grain of rice giving you a hard time?” It’s another way she plays with our dynamic; she’s powerful and, well, I’ve got gumption (and she thinks that’s adorable).

“Bring that tiny lil’ thing up here,” she taunts me with a grin.