I know many of you strokers have a masturbation fantasy where you think about your Mistress and get all excited imagining what she would both say and do. I have a wonderful masturbator, who sadly is very small in the penis department. However, this does not stop his enthusiasm. He masturbates and edges on command for Me! Lil Kev recently sent me his masturbation fantasy, and he was NOT allowed to orgasm, but only could edge his lil nub until I posted his fantasy. So here it is, and it was all inspired by one of my Tumblr pictures. Enjoy! And Follow My Tumblr!

Oh Ms. Delia let me read your mind: This is my read of your mind as you lounge on the couch while I sit before you, on the floor, naked, erect (what there is of it), and lil kev is masturbating:

“Kevin, first of all, relax. I know about you. I know you well. Relax. Masturbate. Enjoy yourself. Do yourself. You have a small penis. It’s OK. It’s OK. Most–not all, but most–girls will laugh at you. When you want, I will laugh at you, and be mean to you, and rub it in, and torture you, and make cutting comments, and be honest with you . . . but know that I like you, want the best for you, and want to help you. I’m on your side. I know that you’ve had a tough sexual life. I understand. I want to comfort you about your small dick. I’m on your side.

You have a small penis. You can’t help that. You get turned on by women’s reactions. Sometimes you like giggling, laughing, or women who stifle their laughing because they are polite and ordinarily would not wish to so demonstrably hurt your feeling. These women laugh involuntarily. The very involuntariness of the laughter is what turns you on. At least in part. Humiliation as an aphrodisiac is complicated, isn’t it lil Kev.

Sometimes–often with me–you like a safer space. You want someone on your side to comfort you in your small penis-ness and in your difficulty while in the war of the sexes. I can be that comforter. You have a small dick: that does not mean that you are a bad person or that you can never have sex. You are a particularly accomplished masturbator. A wonderful masturbator actually.

Sometimes you like it when women try to make you feel better about your dinky dick but do so clumsily, in a way that makes clear that they wouldn’t touch you with a 10 foot pole but their innate decency compels them to tell you a white lie. Like the women who say that penis size doesn’t matter but then brag that their husband boasts 8.5 inches or become offended if one assumed that their boyfriends were not class-A Alphas between the legs.

Sometimes you feel like speaking with a woman who wouldn’t look down on you and your 3.3125 inches. I can do that too Kev: I like talking with you. I like it when you tell me your deep thoughts. I bet you have other fantasies and fetishes: you aren’t a one trick pony boy with a fantasy (or real) repertoire of only small dick humiliation. What are you NOT telling me about your deviancy, Kevin? Are you guilty of using small penis humiliation to mask other, deeper secrets? C’mon Kev come clean.

No, I didn’t say you could come! I said come clean. There you go again, being disingenuous: just for that, I forbid you to come today.

Kev, don’t I look sexy? Masturbate to the edge, little Kev, but only to the edge. Poor boy. Come on, let’s laugh at the situation together. You are so sexy, there on the floor, naked, with a great, cut body, playing with your little toy. You do that so, so masterfully and masturbatingly, Kev.

Kisses, Delia”

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