*Author’s note: This is a post from a throwaway account made during a specific time for a specific reason. If, for some reason you’re tempted to gild it, please consider donating to a charity like the [American Cancer Society](https://www.cancer.org/) instead.*
**What Happened**
Call me Icarus.
I’ve tried to write this a few times, but I don’t know how to do it without coming across like an unlikable mix of pretentious and self-loathing. I’m sure I did it this time, too. Sorry.
I should be clear that I’m nothing special. I have a comfortably above-average cock. None of my partners have ever complained about it, but there’s nothing in here (or anywhere, let’s face it) about how women are overcome with lust at the sight of my massive lovemeat. I have a lean, tall body, but I’m not a bag of muscles. I don’t have striking blue eyes. My hair is fine and brown. There’s symmetry to my face, but I’ll never be mistaken for a model.
She, on the other hand, was forged in a mold that would make both Michelangelo and Larry Flynt weep with jealousy. I won’t give any details that would give her away but I will say, confidently, that what you see in her posts pales in comparison to the rest of who she is. Let that sink in.