I can't fault Michael in other areas. He was the type of boyfriend many girls dream about.

He had a great personality and a kind, caring heart, was serious about his career and earned good money, plus, he knew how to spoil his partner.

He was also handsome, educated, came from a good family and drove a nice car to boot.

Unlike previous boyfriends, I took my time getting physically intimate with Michael because I wanted it to feel special.

When we finally made love - about two months into our relationship - I was shocked to discover that he had a small member.

I wasn't expecting it to be super long or thick, but it wasn't even the length of my ring finger when erect, and that bothered me; I'd had some pretty well-endowed partners in the past and I was shocked when my hands found Michael's penis.

While Michael did everything right in bed that night, I couldn't climax because I could barely feel him when he penetrated me.

I left his house the next morning feeling disappointed and disillusioned. He was perfect in every other way, so why did he have to have a small penis.

I did think I was horrible for feeling the way I did, but I decided to give Michael a chance because I was starting to fall in love with him.

For the next few months we continued to have sex about once or twice a week, but each time he entered me I felt like I was punishing myself.

I love the woman-on-top and doggy-style positions but I couldn't do those with Michael. And giving him oral sex didn't excite me in the least.

All in all, our lovemaking sessions left very little to be desired. I know it's strange that I continued having sex with Michael for so long - my friends believe that it was wrong of me to have led him on all those months - but I somehow convinced myself that I would eventually come to accept the size of his penis.

I told myself that he was my ideal guy in every other sense, so at some point, I might start to enjoy having sex with him.

Looking for the perfect package

When I ended things with Michael, I didn't bring up the size of his penis. I didn't have to.

In the weeks leading up to our break up, I began feeling quite emotionally detached from him and didn't know what to say or how to act when we were together. I also started refusing sex.

Michael noticed that something was wrong and accused me of being 'cold and distant'. He also began picking fights with me whenever I couldn't give him an answer as to what was wrong.

In the end, we both grew resentful of each other and I stopped feeling attracted to him.

When I realised that there was no way things could work out I told him that we were incompatible and were better off being apart. By then, he'd become so fed-up with me that I think he was happy to see me walk out of his life.

I did consider going for counselling with Michael, but that would have meant telling him the truth about what I thought about his penis and our sex life, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

I even searched for other sex positions we could try that might be more fulfilling for me, but they all seemed too awkward or difficult.

In the end, I truly believe that if a guy doesn't have a big enough package then it doesn't matter what position you try or how much counselling you have.

I'm still looking for a man who checks all the boxes for me. I'm not ashamed to admit that I need, want and love a man who has a big penis and knows how to turn me on with it.

The perfect size for me is anything between six and seven inches. I also like penises that are thick and somewhat fleshy. I have no idea if such a guy even exists who's also loving, committed and has his life together, but sex is so important to me that package size isn't something I am willing to compromise on.

*Names have been changed  

This article was first published in Her World Online.