In my last blog entry a year ago I wrote how penis implants are both good and bad. I think I could have continued for a little while longer with injection therapy even though its performance was beginning to decline. My member would get larger but not quite as firm as before, and with my new girlfriend there were difficulties involving the big size but lack of hardness, so penetration was rather difficult. Thus my decision to get penis implants was sort of made for me. I love and wanted to please her in every way possible, so I underwent the surgery in the hope that making love would be easier for us.
As I said, with implants my love wand was hard but both shorter and thinner than before. Instead of a "balloon" feeling it was more like a finger inside a glove with a little sliding of the outside, and the head did not swell like a normal erection, so I was a bit disappointed. Oddly enough, though, the hard & skinny new equipment made it much easier to achieve insertion, and we were both pleased with the result. The last time we made love I came twice, which never happens, and so did my Orgasmic Goddess, for whom it was just another really good night.
Like any man, though, I still hoped maybe there was something that would help me be all I could be, so to speak, and I eventually stumbled upon a medical study that concluded something like 70% of the men with implants tested derived greater satisfaction with the use of Sildenafil (Viagra) along with pumping up the implants. I had noticed that when I got really aroused like when I was kissing my beautiful partner, things did seem to swell a bit even before I pumped up the implants, so a little chemical boost could only help matters.
And did it ever! I had a previous prescription for Rugiet (good stuff- see past entry) which has Sildenafil, Tadalafil, and Apomorphine. I experimented with it, and within minutes my skinny willy became FAT and HARD, even harder than with the implants alone, and the head was swollen like a mushroom cap. I felt like I could poke holes in the drywall of our bedroom. The Apomorphine is a Dopamine agonist, which excited my brain and made me desperate to poke the HELL out of SOMETHING! My very understanding Lady (who is now my wife) got into the spirit of things with almost no prompting and did her best to guide my zeppelin into the hangar.
The funny thing was that my expanded member (which by now resembled a hot dog cooked in the microwave so long that the skin was tight and seemed about to burst) made it extremely difficult to achieve penetration. I pushed and pushed, hard enough that my meat rod bent but still couldn't force entry. I guess she is one of those "tiny giny" women whose gates of heaven are narrower than most. So our next love making session will involve only the implants.... Anyone want to buy my leftover Rugiet lozenges?
