Whenever Sammie asked me how big my cock was, she wanted me to estimate its sized based on the space between keys on the keyboard. I suppose this his how some people thought, back when hooking up with people from the internet wasn’t as established as it currently is, and every phone didn’t have a camera built-in.
“Does it go from the “A” to the “K”?
“I don’t know how big your keyboard is.”
“They’re all about the same.”
“…”
“It’s probably only “A” to “J” isn’t it?“
“Hold on.”
“My guess is “A” to “;” but I have no idea how big your keyboard is, so it could be bullshit.“
“Wow, “A” to “;”! You’re going to split me in two!“
It went on like this for awhile. Sammie lived nowhere near me, and we didn’t talk that often. But every now and then we’d chat. She’d ask me about my cock, I’d tell her, and she’d tell me all the wonderful things she was going to do to it. This all sounded great in theory, but it’s not like I was going to fly out to see her any time soon. Would she bring a keyboard into the bedroom to see if I was telling the truth? It all changed when she said she was going to be visiting her sister who lives in my area.