Be honest.

I realize excuses would be worse, so I come out honestly. "It's just a fetish kick I've been on lately. Can't tell you why. Sorry." She sits down on a chair across from me. "For how long, man?" Sitting here with no pants, makes this extra awkward. My little dick has gone completely soft. "About three months or so. I wasn't planning on telling you, because I have little new-fetish phases like this all the time." This wasn't untrue, but those only lasted about a week or two. This was lasting much, much longer. Cassidy nods, sighing, but calming down. "Tell me about shit like this anyways. You know our sex life has always been weird-- but I want to hear what's going on in that head of yours." I blush, "Well, it's not exactly the most proud of fetishes to have. Especially when I have such a small dick." She chuckles. "Hey! Your little bro," She points to my dick. "Has always needed to work twice as hard, you know? I've always respected that immensely. That despite your 'limitations', you still tried."

I rub my neck sheepishly, my face bright red.

Cassidy continues,"But I guess sometimes that's not enough, you know? I get it. Men are horny fuckers. I get it. You can't control it-- so don't hesitate to talk to me about things like this, please. I want to make you feel good, and provide you with what you want, so you don't go doing..."

She laughs again. "Goofy shit like this." I sigh, looking away. "I figured you'd hate the idea."

She makes an odd face. A mixture of confusion with a slight blush. "It's a gross fetish." She looks down, silent. I can't hide the tinge of pain from those words. Cassidy picks up on my expression change right away, and reassures me a bit, "But I also have gross fetishes too. Fetishes I've not wanted to talk about. So, fuck, I guess I'm at fault too."

A moment of honesty. "Like what?" I'm genuinely curious. She sighs, "I guess we're airing everything out, aren't we? Alright, fine." She takes a deep breath. "...I fantasize about you being gay."

...What?

She nods, face bright red. "You're so small and cute... so girlish..." Her face gets redder. "I've always thought how hot it would be if you got fucked by a guy." I'm shocked. A little turned on, but still shocked. She glances down at the dildo. "So, at least that half of this... I think it's pretty cute. A lil' hot."

My tiny dick twitches. She looks me in the eyes. "Your little fetish kicks usually don't last what, three months? That's what you said."

I nod, also taking in a deep breath.

"In honesty, I don't think this is just a kick. I think you're really into this cuckolding thing." She keeps a straight face. "All your other fetishes kind of lead up to this." I smile awkwardly. "You're not wrong. Even before this happened I had some... dangerous thoughts." Cassidy teases, "Oh? What kind of thoughts." I decide to continue my honesty. "I fantasize about you getting fucked by big, stronger men. Often black guys, don't know why, but it's the case." Her face turns red. "Just the thought of watching you succumb to pleasure... acting slutty..." She bites her lip a bit. "So you want me to fuck a big, black cock. Stretching my tiny little self to it's limits."

My dick springs up right at those words, and she notices.

"There's my answer." A chuckle. She laughs to herself, shaking her head.

"But, I appreciate the honesty. It's good to be honest." She nods, continuing. "I don't think we should act on these fantasies, for either of us, but it's good to be aware of them." I nod, a little disappointed. "I think that's a realistic take, but..."