Last Spring, I split up with my boyfriend of three years' standing. I'm something of a size queen and, understandably, I was particularly fond of my guy's member, which was 9" long and 6" diameter on the head. I had enthused about it so much that it had become a point of interest (if you'll pardon the pun) in our close-knit neighbourhood.

Shortly after the split up, when I was still upset, I developed a terrible habit of endlessly discussing my taste for huge penises with all and sundry - including potential sex partners. This, combined with everyone's knowledge of the Giant Bratwurst didn't do me any favours... in fact, it tended to have an emasculating effect on most of the men I met.

One Sunday evening, after numerous drinks in a local wine bar, I visited a guy who was friends with both me and my ex and insinuated myself into his bed. Earlier that day, I had been discussing my ex's giant penis with the same guy, and he had seen it at first hand on a couple of occasions too. When we got naked, I was shocked to discover that not only did my friend have a 3" penis, but that my discourse about monster cocks ensured it remained flaccid. He said I had "totally put him off".

We retried on another occasion and it certainly proved to be neither a shower nor a grower. Something was missing (around 6" in my estimation)... it just didn't hit the spot. At the time, I found this particularly frustrating as what I needed was some good, hard sex to take my mind off my recent break up.

Unfortunately, this wasn't my only such experience. After the same performance anxiety problem occurred with a further two guys, I learned to moderate my conversation. These days, I'll only discuss my size preferences with straight men if asked directly what I like best!