If you’ve read my other blogs, you’ll know I take a psychological approach to sexuality. We all imprint on certain things that give us pleasure. For some bizarre reason, my sense of humor somehow became all caught up with my sexuality. Now, not always and not to some fetishy level. But the exact moment I realized that cock mockery was the bee’s knees is as clear now as it was then. I was in high school, but never dated high school boys. There was an older guy with whom I had been flirting. He had a good job, nice car… you know, all the things women of any age go for? He was my best guy friend’s boss, so I had proximity… and I knew he was hot for me, who could blame him?

So with the stage set for seduction, my friend brought him to a party I hosted while my mom was away. I was a tad excited, thinking because he was so very masculine I’d be having a very good time when my guests left. Fast forward a few hours of illicit tequila and vodka and everyone else goes home… except me and my conquest. We were making out on the couch a bit, nothing serious… and I asked him to the bedroom with me. I took him by the hand, led him down the hall and we went straight for my bed. Then it happened. He stiffened, got embarrassed and tried to walk away. I was naturally freaking… til I saw the huge stain on his jeans… a big white cum stain…

Poor little fucker didn’t even get it out before he spewed. I told him not to worry, thinking perhaps he was overexcited and the night could be salvaged. I offered to wash his jeans while were doing more interesting things… then he took off his pants… and I couldn’t stiffle the giggles. I tried, I really did, but gawd, his penis was non existent. Being a trooper, I touched it a bit to see if perhaps he was a grower and not a shower… but as with most things, what you see is what you get. Alcohol made me mouthy, I’ll admit. I told Mr. Quick Draw McGraw exactly what I thought of his dinky dicklet and sent him home with his stained pants. Of course he was ready to go, he didn’t exactly take my peals of laughter very well. I think I made the poor wanker cry… and the small cock humiliatrix Lauren was born.

What’s your defining moment that made you enjoy cock mockery? Give me a call and tell me all about it, inquiring Laurens want to know, lol!

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