I have to admit, I spent a great deal of my adolescence, and more embarrassingly, my early adult life worrying about the size of my penis. Worrying, in other words, about a pretty insignificant part of my anatomy - one that rarely saw the light of day, let alone spent much of its time exposed to third party scrutiny. And yet, worry I did - uncontrollably, obsessively - about those few inches of (usually) discreetly hidden flesh. More ...
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