A female point of view

I find it incredible that there are men out there who get turned on by the prospect of getting their dicks or balls cut off. All of the males I have met view their sexual organs as their most prized possessions and regard the mere threat of losing them as being "a fate worse than death!"

Here's my experience. It's true. There is absolutely nobody I can talk to about this so maybe I will do some good, to myself and others, by relaying it on this website.

About one month ago I met a great guy. I really like him. He is sexy, smart, funny, and we hit it off just great, right from the start. Except in one way; he was never very physical. I sent out all sorts of hints and suggestions that I was totally ready whenever he wanted but he never responded to that. I considered the possibility that he was gay but that did not seem to fit; among other things I could catch his eyes sizing up my breasts and otherwise reacting as a normal male. But each date ended with a peck on the cheek and nothing more.

I should say that finding sex partners has never been difficult for me. I am one of those females who has had the good fortune to be blonde, blue eyed, and attractive. My biggest sexual problem has always been fending guys off, not getting them interested.

My roommate and I finally decided that this guy was just shy and needed a little push. So I invited him over for dinner and asked my roommate to give us some privacy by staying with a friend that night.

I had never really done anything quite like I had planned but as I thought about my plan I really got into it.

I got dressed in a terry cloth robe and nothing else and waited for the bell to ring. When he arrived I told him to come on in. I was seated in a chair. When he entered and closed the door, I told him that I had a great dinner planned but that I was the first course. I opened my robe to expose my breasts and gave him a nice shot of what I had "down there" that was for his enjoyment.

His face dropped. Not what I had expected. My first thought was that he was some kind of religious freak that did not believe in sex before marriage. Or maybe he really was gay.

What he told me knocked me over.

He said "Wow….I can't believe this. But I need to tell you that tonight is not going to go as you seem to have planned." He turned red in the face and stammered. "I don't know how to say this", he said, "so I will just come out with it. I don't have a penis."

"Oh my God!" I thought. What an ass I am. I covered up quickly and just said "Oh, well…that's OK" I felt horrible.

He then told me that several years earlier he had been working on a woodworking project and had an accident. He was sitting at a bench and using a "router" late at night. He said he knew he was too tired to be working on this but it was a relaxing hobby and he was determined to finish this particular project. A piece of wood hit him in the eye and he dropped the router into his lap. It continued to run. He said he never actually felt a thing it was so fast. When he stood up there was lots of blood between his legs. He opened his pants and saw that his penis had been completely severed. The part that remained was unattached and totally mangled. His scrotum was not injured in any way. He drove himself to the hospital because he was too shocked and embarrassed to call for an ambulance.

He said that I really turned him on, but that he could not satisfy me in the usual way. He came over and kissed me and said that he was very good with his fingers and guaranteed me that I would like what he was able to do. He opened my robe and kissed my breasts. He reached down and stroked me and really got me going.

I asked if there was anything I could do for him. He said I should just enjoy. He took off his pants and sure enough, he had a great set of balls but only a small mound where his penis should be.

He opened me up, stoked my clit and I wanted him so bad. I felt like yelling "I want your dick in me…NOW!" but I said nothing.

I climaxed but it was not really that great. I lied and said it was. I guess I am an old-fashioned girl and I need a penis in me to have a really great climax.

We finished. We nervously went on to dinner. The rest of the evening was strained.

He left, both of us knowing that the relationship would not be going anywhere. My roommate returned the next morning and I told her all that had happened.

She thought it was a riot that "you picked a guy with no dick" as she said. She laughed about it. I thought that was so cruel.

So here I am. A girl with a great guy for a boyfriend, in all but one respect. This whole incident is extremely depressing for me. I know that I need to break this off , but I don't know how and I feel like a real rat for doing it. But I also know I need to do it.

So there you have it. I do feel a bit better in telling the story but I am still stuck in my present predicament.