Mr. Sandman

She smirked at his confidence. She could see. He grinned at her, still proud.

She had thought he acted like a guy with a massive cock, but this was, well, less than that. Micro came to mind but seemed generous.

He laughed at her confusion and looked down, then back up. What, she wondered. “What is so funny?”, she asked. “I know something you don’t know”, he smiled. “My confidence comes from my massive penis.”

He stood even prouder. Finally, she laughed at him. Laughter during sex, is of course, acceptable, preferably without the pointing though. But she was close to pointing at the obvious flaw in his words. “I think we use different meanings for that word” she said, indicating ‘massive’ with her outstretched arms.

No, silly, that is how much Jesus loves you. The magnificence of our penis is plain to see, there is no faith needed. She laughed again. Looked at his pitiful erection, and said, “I see only a mustard seed, and that cannot move mountains.”

It was his turn to laugh, and he said, “It is only math. Most of the girth and length exists only on the complex number line, what you call imaginary.

She laughed but then looked, and she gasped.

He smiled, for he knew he had found Her.