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Dick

MOST who met me wanted me for what they perceived to be my wealth. I had no real friends, other than the few associates I had developed through my criminal activities.

Jess was different. She was with me because she enjoyed my company. It was nice for once to have someone appreciate me for who I was and not what I had.

“So just what is it that you find attractive about me?”

She glanced around my living room. “Truth or a lie?”

“Truth.”

“Your big dick.”

I laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“It’s true,” she said. “That’s the main reason.”

“You’re with me because I have a big dick?”

“Yep.”

I stood up and walked to the kitchen. “I’m trying to be serious.”

“I am being serious. You asked for the truth, I gave it,” she said.

I grabbed another beer from the refrigerator. “So I’ve got a big cock and no other redeeming qualities?”

“You’ve got a few others, but I’m trying to look past everything else,” she said.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t know what’s gonna happen next. For right now, you’re just a big dick.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

She nodded. “Dead serious.”

I sat down across from her and studied her. She wasn’t smiling. “So why are you here?”

“It feels really good when you fuck me. Like, really good.”

“You’re serious?”

“Uh huh.”

“What if I had a little cock. Like half the size of what I’ve got?”

“A dick half the size of yours is still a pretty good size.” She shrugged. “I’d probably still be here.”

She was starting to piss me off. “God damn it. Okay, what if I had a really small cock. Would you be here?”

“Like, right now?”

“Yeah. Would you be here, right now, talking to me?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”