Buying Condoms For Little Dicks Can Be Very Embarrassing! (Small Penis Humiliation)
Dear Miss Tara,
I’ve been listening to your audios for a while now and I can relate to so many of them especially the audios about small penises, and the erotic way that you humiliate really gets my lil’ dic very excited.
I’m writing this message to you today in hopes that you will enjoy hearing about a recent and embarrassing situation I found myself in. First off I’ll share with you that I have a four inch penis (when hard) and believe it or not, sometimes my wife and I have sex. For years she’s been on the pill but lately she needed to stop and so we had to look at birth control alternatives.
Obviously the immediate solution was for me to buy some condoms and make sure to have those on hand. The irony of that though, is that using condoms tend to be very awkward on my little guy and for the most part haven’t worked well in the past; however, my thinking was along the lines of ‘better safe than sorry’.
My plan at the drug store was to simply go in, grab a box of the usual disappointing fitting condoms and run out. No big deal – easy squeezy and it’s over with but while there, looking for my usual brand, I spotted a brand of condoms I had not seen before called ‘My One’ and immediately I knew the product name was speaking to me. I could quickly ascertain that these ‘My One’ condoms we special ‘snug’ condoms for lil’ dics starting at 4.5 inches which while still too big, I figured better than what I’d been working with before and could possibly be a game changer for me. I actually allowed myself to get excited.
It wasn’t long after grabbing the box of condoms and heading to the checkout did my excitement begin to falter. I had to present these ‘My One’ condoms to an actual human being in order to purchase them (the only checkout offered) and it was clear to me I’d be exposed for my small penis size. Not only that, but the cashier at the time was a pretty twenty-something, girl-next-door type and despite me wanting to run and hide, the potential for my exposure and embarrassment was so arousing that I instead did the opposite and marched up to the checkout – as though in a trance – and plopped the package of ‘My One’ condoms down on the counter – plop – and pulled out my wallet.
The pretty girl looked up from her phone and smiled at me, and then looked down at the condoms and smiled again, bigger this time. “Oh these are cute!” She giggled. “Are these for you?” I gulped as my lil’ boner raged in my pants and tapping the payment screen with my card, I felt that I was silently admitting the shameful fact: Yes these ‘My One’ condoms are for me.
The pretty cashier giggle some more bagging up my condoms, and if that were not enough she gleefully shared with me – and the four people now lined up behind me: “My boyfriend uses magnums!”
I nearly choked – maybe I did – I don’t recall but I do recall a few muffled laughs as I ran away, out the automatic doors and into my car where I reached down along the outside of my jeans into my crotch and giving my hard lil’ pecker a squeeze or two, I made myself squirt right then and there inside my pants. It was so embarrassing!
THE END.
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