CHT

I'm twenty-seven years old. Although I'm old enough to have my own sweet romance, I refuse to date any man because of my traumatising experience with my first boyfriend when I was 20 years old. What matters to me is the size of a man! Because of that, I was cold toward my co-worker who gave me a lot of affection... When I accidentally fell on him, I felt that there was something on his thigh. It was very long and hard... Is it a baguette? "I'm serious, not because of your background, but because of that thing between your legs!" The thing between the legs of the man I dumped looks like it'll be trouble?!

"At 27, I should be enjoying sweet, carefree relationships. But ever since my shocking first time with my first boyfriend at 20, I haven't been able to date anyone else. Why? Because size does matter. And because of this, I've coldly rejected even the obvious advances of one of my coworkers. Then one day, I stumbled into his lap—literally—and my hand accidentally brushed his thigh. And there it was. Something long and firm...like a baguette? I'm serious. It’s not about his loaded family. It’s about what’s in between his legs! Could there be more to the guy I turned down than meets the eye? A daringly sweet and spicy office romance begins with ""Going the Extra Inch."""