We went out for dinner and dancing in Amsterdam’s vibrant city center, and had a wonderful time. When we got back to my apartment along one of the city’s iconic canals, before things could get intimate, I decided to tell her about myself and my small penis. I even showed it to her. She giggled and turned her face slightly, which made me blush and become aroused. She then said, “If you know how to use it, I see nothing wrong with that. Let’s see what we can do to make this night more enjoyable.”
Throughout the evening, I was aroused and we explored each other’s bodies. She would fondle me while I sucked on her breasts. After a while, she said she was ready and told me to take my time. However, every time I tried to enter her while leaning in to suck on her breasts, I would slip out.
Frustrated, I told her I had one other option but feared she might laugh. After pleasuring her with my tongue, I went into the other room and returned wearing a strap-on. She started making jokes, saying things like, “At least it’s bigger” and “You won’t slip out.” I used the strap-on to pleasure her, and she had a few orgasms.
Then, she asked what she could do for me. I requested a “smoky BJ”—where she blows cigarette smoke onto my penis. She was curious and agreed. While she smoked, I pointed out the size difference between her lighter and my erect penis. She laughed and agreed that it was tiny. Unfortunately, while trying to perform the act, a hot ash fell on my balls, burning me. She quickly apologized and got ice to cool it down.
She then looked at me, still naked on the bed, and I asked what she was thinking. She said, “It’s a shame you’re a good-looking guy and fun to be with, but you have to deal with this.” I told her I felt like I was cursed, but she mentioned there were medical ways to fix it. I told her I was comfortable with what I had.
We continued and she pleasured me. Afterward, she had to leave because of family arriving the next day. We kissed goodnight, but she hasn’t returned my calls since. I figured she’s busy, and we haven’t talked. I guess that’s just another Amsterdam night to remember.