All Comments on 'Saoirse's Penile Preference Pt. 03'

No one cares about your opinion, smegma-lover.

I'm also confused by this series. Mostly because it is moving so slowly. Is the fascination with the procedure itself? Imagining she can control the main character so deeply as to alter his body? Or is it truly about hating uncut sausage?

His girlfriend has some kind of mental disorder to be turned on by mutilating genitals.

And to convince her boyfriend to cut off a sensitive part of his body.She is a really controlling person.

Then she wants to have her hood removed.😧

Amazingly hot. This is my exact fantasy. I really enjoyed this, thank you.

A++ writing, but would be so much hotter if author was more familiar with intact male anatomy.

Would love to see mention of the ridged band and frenulum in future work, the protagonist's horror at losing extreme sensation, and how the guy realizes his woman owns his cock forever!!!

good to see idiots who still believe in the smegma meme exist.

Nature Really Likes Male Circumcision

Way down under in Melbourne, Australia is the story of a

tightly done male adult circumcision of the ultimate kind. You'll never

believe the story … or will you?

Around 17 years ago, I became aware that circumcision was of interest to

me. How to go about it ? What an embarrassment, how to sneak into a

Doctor cost etc. I became more and more frustrated, as I knew I wanted

it done. Australia is a hot climate too and I wanted a slick model

penis, not a sock, at half mast. I had learnt from school that I was

bisexual, I would use the odd opportunity to check out and occasionally

talk another classmate into pulling down his pants and letting me give

him oral sex. Both circumcised and uncircumcised, although I didn’t know

what circumcision was then.

Anyway back to circumcision. I became more and more, frustrated and

there didn’t seem to be a way of resolving the issue. Then I had a

bereavement in the family. If I couldn’t solve this simple problem… It

was a question of honor.

So what I did may surprise many. I am an everyday kind of bloke, a

family now, job and the rest of it. So don’t be too shocked. Where there

is a will there is a way.

I had been researching on the net at the time and I was reading and

seeing pics of tribal and African circumcisions. There are great stories

of the Tuli in the Philippines and also teens putting their penis on a

log with a piece of twine and the elder slicing off the foreskin, high

and tight, leaving a terrific red patched scar.

I decided after much viewing and research that this is what I wanted. I

was a bit far from the Philippines and Africa, so this is what happened.

One long weekend when there was a Public holiday, I decided to have a go

myself. This is not for the faint hearted.

On the Friday night, I did the usual, a few beers then came home. I

opened a bottle of white wine and proceeded to watch an x-rated video.

Of course with a long ring barked cock or two. After a while I was

ready. A bit of popper amyl and I was more or less ready to have a go.

At circumcision.

I knew the skin would be sensitive, so I had purchased from an adult

store, delay spray. This I think had lidocaine like when you get Suntan

mozzie burns cream from the supermarket only stronger. I applied it to

my foreskin until the end of my cock felt number, than usual. Another

drink and some poppers, a look at the tightly taut scarred cocks on the

TV screen and it was time. Time to join the rest of my male brothers on

the planet with a permanently forever nude glans and a stripped pointed

helmety penis. Intention purple glans to always lead the way, from that

night on or else.

I sized and drew a line working out where to cut and checked this out

numerous times. Another drink, more amyl and an inspection of the video

playing and I was ready.

I took a very sharp pair a medium size sewing scissors and sat down

down. Carefully lining lining them up, I very slowly, and I mean realy

really slowly, put them through the line on the foreskin I had drawn. I

had already pulled the foreskin as hard as I ever could in front of my

glans.

Slowly but surely I got the job done. Everything dropped back behind my

glans and my foreskin lay on a tissue. A dream come true. I couldn’t

believe my absolute relief and satisfaction.

All this time later nearly two decades on, I am still happy. A couple a

days later, I consulted a friendly doctor and some stitches were added

on the quiet to complete the job.

Result is I have a very tightly circumcised penis, with absolutely no

frenulum or foreskin.

The absolute tightest male circumcision possible, for myself and any

partner I should choose, whether it be female or male. Amazingly there

is no two tone scar and the circumcision join is one color and height.

No different levels of skin height or misalignment.

Nature really does like male circumcision.

Way down under in Melbourne, Australia is the story of a

tightly done male adult circumcision of the ultimate kind. You'll never

believe the story … or will you?

Around 17 years ago, I became aware that circumcision was of interest to

me. How to go about it ? What an embarrassment, how to sneak into a

Doctor cost etc. I became more and more frustrated, as I knew I wanted

it done. Australia is a hot climate too and I wanted a slick model

penis, not a sock, at half mast. I had learnt from school that I was

bisexual, I would use the odd opportunity to check out and occasionally

talk another classmate into pulling down his pants and letting me give

him oral sex. Both circumcised and uncircumcised, although I didn’t know

what circumcision was then.

Anyway back to circumcision. I became more and more, frustrated and

there didn’t seem to be a way of resolving the issue. Then I had a

bereavement in the family. If I couldn’t solve this simple problem… It

was a question of honor.

So what I did may surprise many. I am an everyday kind of bloke, a

family now, job and the rest of it. So don’t be too shocked. Where there

is a will there is a way.

I had been researching on the net at the time and I was reading and

seeing pics of tribal and African circumcisions. There are great stories

of the Tuli in the Philippines and also teens putting their penis on a

log with a piece of twine and the elder slicing off the foreskin, high

and tight, leaving a terrific red patched scar.

I decided after much viewing and research that this is what I wanted. I

was a bit far from the Philippines and Africa, so this is what happened.

One long weekend when there was a Public holiday, I decided to have a go

myself. This is not for the faint hearted.

On the Friday night, I did the usual, a few beers then came home. I

opened a bottle of white wine and proceeded to watch an x-rated video.

Of course with a long ring barked cock or two. After a while I was

ready. A bit of popper amyl and I was more or less ready to have a go.

At circumcision.

I knew the skin would be sensitive, so I had purchased from an adult

store, delay spray. This I think had lidocaine like when you get Suntan

mozzie burns cream from the supermarket only stronger. I applied it to

my foreskin until the end of my cock felt number, than usual. Another

drink and some poppers, a look at the tightly taut scarred cocks on the

TV screen and it was time. Time to join the rest of my male brothers on

the planet with a permanently forever nude glans and a stripped pointed

helmety penis. Intention purple glans to always lead the way, from that

night on or else.

I sized and drew a line working out where to cut and checked this out

numerous times. Another drink, more amyl and an inspection of the video

playing and I was ready.

I took a very sharp pair a medium size sewing scissors and sat down

down. Carefully lining lining them up, I very slowly, and I mean realy

really slowly, put them through the line on the foreskin I had drawn. I

had already pulled the foreskin as hard as I ever could in front of my

glans.

Slowly but surely I got the job done. Everything dropped back behind my

glans and my foreskin lay on a tissue. A dream come true. I couldn’t

believe my absolute relief and satisfaction.

All this time later nearly two decades on, I am still happy. A couple a

days later, I consulted a friendly doctor and some stitches were added

on the quiet to complete the job.

Result is I have a very tightly circumcised penis, with absolutely no

frenulum or foreskin.

The absolute tightest male circumcision possible, for myself and any

partner I should choose, whether it be female or male. Amazingly there

is no two tone scar and the circumcision join is one color and height.

No different levels of skin height or misalignment.

Could’ve been more accurate. I think describing the husband’s complete loss of sensation would’ve been accurate. But whatever makes you and that dry dick happy I guess

Yes, he should have described the damages better. He obviously doesn't even know what he's missing.