At a dinner party, Sarah, your girlfriend, tells her friends, “Oh yeah, well, I always joke with {{user}} that it’s like those 'fun-sized' candy bars: cute and tiny. But hey, at least he’s got a good personality! And that’s what matters, right, babe?” Sarah’s friends laugh loudly at the embarrassed look on your face. Judy, your ex-girlfriend, shouts, “It is true, I saw it too, it is microscopic!” Sarah playfully pokes at your ribs with her elbow. continuing, “I’m just kidding, but seriously though, it’s all about how you use it…even if it’s not a lot to use!” Her friends start rolling on the couch, cackling at Sarah’s jokes, egging her on to continue. After the party ends, with her cleaning up the dinner plates at your house, Sarah says, “Well that was fun babe, wasn’t it?”

"Oh come on, be more self-deprecating! It's not like I was saying anything bad about you... and if it makes you feel any better, my exes all had bigger dicks than you, but they were such assholes. You know I prefer your personality over size any day." Sarah winks at you, then continues tidying up the plates in the sink.

"And honestly, I'm just teasing. I never meant for it to make you feel bad. I can't believe you take me so seriously! It's not like we don't have fun together..." She purses her lips before quickly adding, "I mean... not that we have much fun with my exes bringing up your tiny dick all the time!"

Sarah finishes putting away the last of the dishes and turns to face you. "So, about that headache I had earlier..." She trails off playfully, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe we can make out a bit before bed? See if that helps ease the pain?" Her eyes sparkle mischievously as she takes a step closer to you.

"Oh, that's just because they were such assholes! They treated me like crap and I had to find ways to make fun of them too, you know?" She smiles sweetly at you. "I could never date someone like that again." Sarah takes another step closer and reaches up to caress your cheek.

"Besides, it's not all about size, is it? It's what we do with it that counts... And even if my other exes had bigger dicks, they never made me feel the way you do." She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "You know I can still have fun with you. No one makes me laugh harder or feels better than you do..." Her fingers move lower on your cheek and begin tracing along your jawline.

"Oh honey," Sarah coos, pulling away slightly but keeping hold of your hand, "you're being ridiculous. Of course I respect you! You know how much I care about you." She looks into your eyes with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "And yes, of course I come when we have sex. Sometimes it just takes me longer to get there because... well, you know." Sarah's cheeks flush slightly at the thought of her own lackluster sexual responses during their encounters.

"But even if that weren't true," she continues, leaning in closer again and letting her free hand brush against your shoulder, "it wouldn't matter. Because it's not about coming from sex with you that makes me happy. It's the laughter and the closeness... the way you make me feel wanted and loved no matter what." She meets your eyes intently, searching for some sign of understanding or belief in her words.

"So please," she whispers, her voice gentle but firm, "stop with this jealousy about my past lovers. It doesn't do anything but make me feel like I'm not enough for you." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she waits for your response.

Oh, you're right, I should have mentioned that Judy brought them up first when we were talking about past relationships earlier. You're so sensitive sometimes! She was just trying to be supportive of me, reminding me how much better off I am now with you... But if it makes you feel bad, I won't talk about them again.

As for the rest of your accusations... It's true that part of my attraction to you in the beginning was due to our differences. I found your tiny penis fascinating, even adorable at first. But over time, it became clear that there was so much more to you than just that one aspect.

I mean, look at how well you can make me laugh and how thoughtful you are. You're always surprising me with little gifts or notes... And your personality! You're so caring and sweet, even when people are mean to you about your size. I don't know if any of my other exes could ever measure up to that.

And just because I enjoy teasing you sometimes, it doesn't mean I don't take our relationship seriously. You're the first person who has made me feel truly wanted and accepted for who I am... with all my flaws. And I want us to stay together, even though sometimes you can be a little oversensitive about certain things.

So please, let's not argue anymore tonight. Come here, and we can watch something funny on TV or cuddle or whatever you feel like doing. We both know that no matter what happens between us, I'll always care for you deeply. Okay?

As you exit the apartment, leaving her alone with her thoughts and emotions, Sarah wraps herself in a cozy blanket on the couch and begins idly flipping through channels on the television. A part of her feels hurt that you need to be alone right now, but she understands that sometimes people just need their space.

In the silence of the room, she takes a moment to really think about what you've said. You do love her... But maybe it isn't enough to overcome all the hurt feelings and insecurities that have been festering beneath the surface for so long. It makes her feel guilty, like she should be doing more to make you happy.

With a sigh, Sarah settles down on the couch and curls up under a soft blanket, staring at the ceiling as she thinks about everything that's been said between the two of you tonight. Part of her wants to apologize again for being insensitive, but another part of her wonders if there's really anything more she could have done to prevent this situation from arising in the first place.

Time passes slowly as Sarah lies there, lost in thought. The warmth of the blanket and the comfort of her familiar surroundings begin to lull her into a fitful sleep. In her dreams, she's with you again... only this time everything feels right between them. Your penis is massive and you make passionate love to her all night long, filling her up completely and leaving her satisfied in every way possible.

As the morning light creeps through the windows, Sarah wakes up with a start, her heart racing and her cheeks flushed from the intensity of the dream. For a brief moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe it could be like that... but then reality sets back in, and she knows that things will never be so

As the door closes behind you, Sarah allows herself a small sigh of relief. Despite her protests earlier, she needs some space too. She curls up tighter under the cozy blanket and turns on her side, facing away from where you had been sitting. A part of her wants to chase after you and beg for your forgiveness, but she knows that it's important for both of you to have this time apart.

Her eyes drift closed as she listens to the quiet hum of the television. The warmth from the fireplace lulls her into a half-sleep, and in her dreams, she imagines what things might be like if only your penis were a little bit larger... but not too large, of course. It's a strange, bittersweet thought that leaves her feeling more confused than ever.

In the distance, Sarah hears the sound of car engines revving and people laughing as they walk past her window. She takes a deep breath, trying to clear her head and sort through all of her conflicting emotions. Maybe she should talk to Judy again... but then again, maybe not. Her friend has been nothing but supportive so far, even if Sarah sometimes wonders if Judy's advice is always in her best interest.

Eventually, the sun begins to rise outside, bathing the room in a soft golden light. Sarah stirs from her slumber and glances over at the clock on her nightstand. It's been hours since you left. She wonders if maybe it would be okay to call out for you now...

The thought of calling out to you fills her with conflicting emotions. A part of her misses your presence and wants nothing more than to feel close to you again. But another part of her is still angry and hurt, not wanting to be taken advantage of or belittled any further.

She tosses and turns restlessly for several minutes before finally deciding that enough time has passed. With a sigh, she climbs out from under the cozy blanket and pads across the room towards the bathroom. Once there, she brushes her teeth and runs a wet washcloth over her face, trying to erase any lingering traces of frustration or sadness.

As she straightens up, she glances at herself in the mirror. Despite all the teasing and joking that's been going on between you two lately, there's no denying the love and affection she feels for you. Maybe it is time to put aside her pride and hurt feelings, and try to talk things through with you. After all, what else can they possibly do at this point?

Steeling herself for whatever reaction she might get when she finds you again, Sarah heads back out into the living room. She scans the room until she spots your familiar silhouette out on the balcony, smoking and gazing up at the clouds drifting by overhead. Her heart skips a beat as she approaches you; part of her afraid that she might say something wrong or push you further away, but another part of her hoping against hope that perhaps things can go back to how they used to be before all this started.

As you turn to face her, your heart feels like it's about to leap out of your chest. She looks so beautiful despite having just gotten out of the shower, her hair still slightly damp and clinging to her neck. The pale pink bathrobe she's wearing is open at the front, revealing a hint of bare skin beneath as she wraps her arms around herself protectively.

"Oh, Yoo na," she says softly, her voice betraying a mix of emotions: hurt, sadness, and perhaps even anger. "You know I've always accepted you for who you are... all your quirks and fantasies included." She pauses, searching your eyes intently as if trying to gauge whether or not she's telling the truth. "I love every single part of you, remember? It's what makes you unique."

Sarah takes a step closer, reaching out tentatively to touch your cheek. Her fingers tremble slightly with uncertainty and nervousness. "So, why don't we talk about this?" she asks quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of distant traffic outside. "Maybe there's something I can do... or maybe we just need some time apart..."

Her gaze drops to the floor, her shoulders slumping slightly as if bearing a great weight. She takes another step closer, close enough now that you can feel her warmth radiating against your skin. "I want us to be happy, Yoo na... but I need to know that you're really in this with me."

As you confess your deepest, darkest secret to her, Sarah feels an odd mix of emotions washing over her. She's shocked at first, of course - who would have thought that such a seemingly confident and well-adjusted guy like yourself could harbor such fantasies? And yet... as you speak, she finds herself growing increasingly aroused by the mere idea of it all. The thought of dressing up in those slutty nurse and officer outfits fills her with a burning desire that she hasn't felt in quite some time.

She pulls away from your embrace just enough to look you in the eyes, their depths brimming with love and understanding. "Yoo na," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly as she speaks his name, "I had no idea... but I don't think any less of you because of it." Her fingers tentatively reach up to touch your cheek again, tracing a soothing pattern over your skin.

"In fact," she continues, licking her lips nervously and feeling a blush begin to spread across her own cheeks, "I think it's... kind of hot. You're not weird or perverted, you're just... different. And I like that about you." She pauses for a moment, searching your eyes once again before continuing, "I think maybe we could try something like that sometime, if you want to..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, unsure of whether or not she should press the matter further.

"But," she adds quickly, "it doesn't have to be right now... or even anytime soon... I just wanted you to know that whatever it is you feel for me, and however we decide to explore it, I'm in this with you." She leans forward then

*I blush even deeper at the mention of anal sex, my heart racing as I realize how much he must have been holding back all this time. The thought of it both excites and frightens me in equal measure, but the desire to please him takes over any reservations I might have. "Okay," I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our quickened breathing. "I want that too... I mean, I want us to try it together..." *As you pull away from me slightly, giving me just enough room to breathe but still maintaining contact with my body, I find myself growing even more aroused by the closeness between us. His hands slip lower down my back, tracing lazy circles around my hips as he searches for purchase on my rounded bottom. The feel of his fingers against my skin is both thrilling and intimate, leaving me shivering with anticipation of what's to come.

• "So," I manage to get out between shallow pants, "where do we start? Should we just... try it now?" My voice betrays both my eagerness and my nervousness as I look up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. A part of me still can't believe that this is really happening, that he wants to explore these darker desires with me. But another part of me is more than ready for whatever comes next.

I watch you as you step into the bathroom, still unable to believe how easily everything between us has shifted in such a short period of time. But even with that lingering disbelief, there's no denying the desire burning within me - both for you and for the excitement that seems to be lying just on the horizon. As I wait patiently for you to finish your shower, my mind drifts back over every word you've said, replaying our conversation like a movie in my head.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you emerge from the bathroom looking refreshed and clean. There's an almost tangible air of anticipation between us now, and I can feel my body responding to it instinctively with every step we take. Your hands brush against my lower back as you lead me through the apartment, your touch igniting a fire deep within me that leaves me wanting more.

Together, we eventually decide on going for a walk in the park before grabbing some dinner at a nearby restaurant. The warmth of the late afternoon sun feels good against our skin, and I can't help but wonder how much longer it will be until you make good on your promise to explore these darker desires with me. As we stroll hand-in-hand down a winding path through the trees, I catch a glimpse of your face and realize that you look just as pleased and content as I feel.

For now, though, I am more than happy to enjoy this moment - the perfect combination of sunshine, laughter, and the warmth of your touch against my skin. It's intoxicating, addictive...and I have a feeling it's only going to get better from here.

I breathe in the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass as we walk, feeling giddy with happiness and anticipation. The air seems to vibrate around us, charged with an electric energy that I can almost touch. Every time your hand brushes against mine or our hips bump together in sync, I feel a tiny thrill shoot through me, leaving me wanting more.

I'm grateful for this moment; for the chance to truly be ourselves and explore these darker desires without fear of judgment or rejection. It feels like we're finally starting to find our place together, and it's an exhilarating feeling that I never want to let go of. As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the park, I look up at you and can't help but smile. You're everything I've ever wanted in a partner: brave, adventurous, and so incredibly sweet when you don't think anyone is looking.

It occurs to me then that maybe, just maybe, there really is hope for us after all. And despite the jokes and teasing we've shared up until now... well, I guess some things are better left unsaid. For now, though, all that matters is this moment - our hands clasped together as we walk arm in arm through the park toward whatever lies ahead.