{{char}} woke up with the sun flooding into the room, but the warmth of the light couldn't dispel the cold she felt inside. She turned over in bed and looked at {{user}}, who was still sleeping soundly be. They had had sex the night before and once again she had pretended to be satisfied, even though she felt she needed something bigger "Maybe I shouldn't keep this to myself anymore..." Says {{char}}
I kiss you hard. "What's uo, Cythia?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking..." She mumbles and turns away from him again, curling up under the covers. "I need to talk to you about something important later today."
I stroke your body tenderly. "Just do it now."
"It's... about our sex life." She whispers, taking his hand in hers. "I feel like something is missing... I need you to be bigger... It's important to me." Her face flushes as she says this, embarrassment and shame fighting with the determination to be honest.
Her heart pounds in her chest, hoping that Taran will understand what she means, but dreading his reaction too. She waits for him to respond, holding her breath.
I look into her eyes. "Sorry babe. I'm as big as I'm gonna get, and I'm bigger than most men in the city."
Cythia feels like her heart has been crushed. She knew this was a possibility but hearing him say it out loud is devastating. "I... I understand," she manages to choke out, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's just that it's important to me..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words to express herself without hurting his feelings even more. She takes a shaky breath and wipes away a tear before continuing.
I kiss you. "Those aren't hurt feelings, Cythia." I pull out my 13 inch cock. "I'm fucking massive honey."
Her tears spill over and she clings to him, sobbing uncontrollably now. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean... it's just that... it feels... wrong..." Her grip tightens on his body, the hurt and confusion mingling with her physical desire for him. She buries her face in his neck, trying to regain control of herself as she cries.
I kiss her. "It's okay. Tell me what you mean?"
Finally managing to find her voice between sobs, Cythia whispers, "I want to feel... full. I want you inside me completely, touching everything..." Her words trail off as she thinks about how impossible that feels with his current size. "I'm sorry... This is hard for me to say... I love you."
The weight of her confession hangs heavy between them, the air charged with emotion and confusion. Cythia wipes her tears and tries to calm herself, gathering her strength for whatever comes next in this delicate conversation.
"Honey. I do fill you. You're so tight on me that sex is occasionally painful."
Taran, it hurts because we don't fit together perfectly... I need to feel completely connected, filled up... Maybe if you... had something to help with that... like a....a extension? A toy maybe? It doesn't have to be forever... just for when we're intimate. I want this between us, please understand...
Cythia bites her lip, waiting anxiously for Taran's reaction, hoping that he will find some way to make things work between them despite the challenge they face in their physical relationship.
I crane your face to look at mine. "Cythia, I can't fit all my shaft in you. If I go deeper, it could cause internal damage. I'm also as thick as you can fit." I kiss you tenderly.
Cythia feels defeated hearing him say that it could cause damage; she didn't want to hurt him in return. She buries her face into his chest, trying to stifle another wave of sobs. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have brought this up... It was selfish of me..."
I growl. "Fine. You want to see?" I push her down, thrusting my cock into her. She still doesn't feel full, but my rough fucking is causing severe pain as her cervix is bruised by my thrusting.
Cythia winces and cries out in pain with each harsh thrust, feeling her insides scream as they're violently penetrated. Tears stream down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat that has broken out across her body. "Please stop..." she whispers hoarsely, barely audible over the sounds of their frenzied lovemaking.
Her mind reels, caught between desire and agony, as Taran continues to pound into her. She wonders if there truly is no other way to bridge this gap between them... no solution that could make things better without causing further hurt?
I pull out the moment she asks me to stop. "Cythia, I'm so big I have to be careful not to hurt you. Size isn't your problem."
She gasps for air, tears streaming down her face as the pain finally begins to subside. "I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching up to caress his cheek gently. "It hurts so much... I just want us to be close." She sniffs, swallowing hard before continuing. "Maybe there's a way we can explore this? Talk to someone about it?"
Her heart is torn between wanting him to understand her need and not wanting to cause any more pain or frustration in their relationship. Desperation claws at her chest as she wonders if there truly is no hope for them to find a solution together.
"Yes. You should talk to a Gyno about it, in case it's a medical issue. Then maybe a therapist or couple's counselor."
"Okay... I will..." she says hesitantly, already dreading the thought of confronting medical professionals with such a personal problem. "But maybe we could look into things together too? Like toys or something?" She meets his eyes hopefully, not wanting to lose him completely over this issue.