THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE DICK – GRAND CANYON2

I’m a man with a little dick. But that doesn’t stop women from fucking me – even women who
say they want men with big dicks. They fuck me because I give them what they need, not what
they say the want. In “Adventures of Little Dick” I’ll share with you some of needs of the women
I’ve met and how I fulfilled them.

THE GRAND CANYON

Taking My Shot

Her name is Lisa. She was someone I’d been running into off and on for at least five years –
long enough to know she had been divorced for two and had three kids. She was definitely
commanding my attention as he filled her plate at a table set aside for appetizers. She was
wearing a simple blue sundress that was having more than just a simple affect on me. That
dress looked as light as air as it caressed her thighs and every now and then dipped into the
pucker of ass. Lisa is a beautiful woman, but this is the first time I noticed her body. She was
forty pounds overweight but my dick was telling me it was in all the right places. I had to take a
shot.


“Hi, Lisa,” I said as I approached her. I felt she knew me well enough for me to invade her space.
I never hit on woman I don’t know at least casually. Rejecting a stranger is easy; to me, that’s too
huge an obstacle overcome to be worth the effort.
“Hi, Cyrano.”
“I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
I chose my words carefully. She couldn’t think I was asking her out on a date. Women have a
list of qualities they want in men they date. I wouldn’t get two deep on anyone’s list. So I
asked her for a favor. I wanted her to do something FOR me not WITH me.
“I heard about a new restaurant opening up that I want to try, and I hate going to restaurants
alone. I just feel creepy.”
I wasn’t lying, maybe exaggerating a little. Dining out alone does make me feel uncomfortable
and self-conscience. I stick as as close to the truth as possible, even if it makes me look weak.
Women have excellent lie radars.
“I hear the food is great…”
I always use good bait. It’s usually a low-risk activity that I can sell in place of myself. If I offered
myself, that list was going to come out. And that list is absolute. If she wants a Matthew McConaughey,
I don’t care if she looks like a gila monster, she’ll think she deserves a Matthew McConaughey.
“…recipes from the Old Country, unique flavors.”
I’d done my homework before I even knew my target. I was going down the menu, practically item
by item. I was selling the restaurant and the restaurant experience, not a date with me.
“I don’t know. Between my job and the kids, I really don’t even have time for myself.” I could tell
she was feeling cornered so I backed off.
“Just think about it. It’s just a short drive from here.” This is not a date; She’s meeting me there.
“Besides, don’t you need a break from fish sticks and frys?” I asked smiling as I walked away.

Thirty to forty minutes later she walked up to me and said, “Sounds like a good restaurant. I think I
can do it Saturday after next.” She took the bait.

Hold The Interview, Please

Isabella’s was small restaurant but its large expansive windows made it seem bigger. I was waiting
outside pacing and preparing myself mentally – Lisa was ten minutes late. When I spotted her in the
parking lot she was dressed just as I expected: middle-management chic. This was a Saturday and here
she was dressed like she was going to a job interview. I had no flowers – this was not a date. I opened
the door for her but I made no attempt to pull out her chair. I ordered several things on the menu.
after all, the sole reason for us being here, supposedly, was to sample the food. After the waiter left,
it didn’t long for her to start in on the interview process.
“So, you like being a mailman?” I had to cut her off quickly or this was going to go south in a hurry. Ms.
Middle-Mangagement was qualifying me as if we were on a date.
“Whoa! No date talk. We’re here for the food. So let’s stick to that. Tell me, what was the first taste you
can remmember that made you feel real safe and warm inside?” If she followed my lead, I would be back in
control. If not, I was just going to enjoy the food, thank her for joining me, and we were going to go our
separate ways.
“My grandmother’s tea cakes,” she said after thinking for minute. I had her. From there on out we talked
about food, but in doing so we covered our childhoods, friends and family, trips and vacations. We were
two human beings sharing our lives, not two automatons talking about five year plans or if we saw children
in our future. But more important, when I saw her face light up when talking about food, I knew she was
having good, warm, fuzzy, feelings – feelings for the most part she would attribute to being with me.

While waiting for our leftovers, I asked her if she would try one more restaurant with me. It was a test.
If I had relaxed her enough her to embrace her FEELINGS, the answer was going to be a quick yes. If she
was still THINKING about me and where this was going, I was dead in the water.

Heeeere’s Jessica

Our second “date” was at Dugan’s, a rustic bar and grill. I couldn’t believe the difference in Lisa’s
appearance. It was like night and day. She had squeezed into a really tight, low cut, red dress with pumps
to match. Her hair had accents in it, and it looked like a professional had done her hair. I always pay close
attention to a woman’s appearance. It pays huge dividends down the road. I don’t just take mental notes, I
write it down as soon as possible, or in today’s world of smart phones and mini-recorders, dictate it.

Either Lisa had a date after our dinner, or she was dressed this way for me. If it was the latter, I hit
the jackpot.