41-Year-Old Woman Finds Joy with Man Who Has a Micropenis!

When I first met François, I was a medical intern at a major hospital in Paris. I was 25 years old and my sex life was fairly uneventful. My life was consumed by my studies, as I aspired to one day become a dermatologist. Then, one day, I had to interview a senior doctor for a project I was working on. I found myself face to face with a 42-year-old man who, despite myself, I found incredibly attractive.

Perhaps it was because I grew up without a father, I’m not sure. But something clicked that day, and we immediately connected. He invited me to join him and some colleagues for a drink that evening after his shift. That night, after talking for over two hours with doctors and nurses, I followed him to his home. I noticed family photos on the wall but said nothing. Honestly, I was only thinking about one thing: sleeping with him. His sturdy build, deep voice, and his position, I must admit, all gave me an overwhelming sense of security. And physically, I was really attracted to him. So, I headed down the hallway where he had gone, opened a door, and there he was lying on the floor. He had drunk quite a bit; I thought he was asleep. But no, he gestured for me to come over, and I lay down on top of him.

“It was the size of my thumb!”

It was odd that he didn’t move at all. As someone inexperienced, I had to unbutton him and pull down his jeans and underwear myself. Without him moving an inch! I thought maybe that was his thing, just lying there. But when I saw his penis, I understood. It was the smallest penis I had ever seen in my life. It was the size of my thumb! I struggled to masturbate him and even more so to perform oral sex. But I didn’t say anything… and neither did he. And we started seeing each other regularly, even though he was married.

Contrary to what you might think, he didn’t delay in getting a divorce. A year later, we were officially together. I felt incredibly proud to be with this reputable, and sexy, doctor. And I think that thrill replaced the excitement from our sexual encounters… which were always the same: he would lie down and wait for me to get excited on top of him. I only felt pleasure from seeing him enjoy it. I didn’t feel anything physically, but the fantasy of what I projected was enough for me. After a few years, however, I also felt the need to experience physical pleasure, to feel the joy of an orgasm. So, we talked about it.

I remember that conversation as if it were yesterday. I managed to bring up the size of his penis. And so did he. Actually, it was quite a relief for both of us. I told him that I loved him for other reasons, that he turned me on, but that I wanted to experience orgasms too. So, we decided to buy some sex toys, and we immediately loved them. Now, while I caress him as he likes, he stimulates me with vibrating dildos or clitoral stimulators. I almost climax every time! So no, I don’t know what it’s like to experience an orgasm with a penis of ‘normal’ size because I’ve never had one in my life, but I am completely sexually fulfilled with a man I deeply love. And much more than some of my friends, who have a ‘real’ lover, who is physically impressive, but gives them nothing in terms of feelings. I feel fulfilled and I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything.