I was thinking and something just occurred to me. I think one of the reasons I get so crazy about massive cocks and imagining my wife with them…is that for me, the experience of having sex and sporting a giant cock is an impossibility, and so it has to stay in the realm of fantasy. Like Hogwarts, or Narnia. I literally cannot experience those places, that “world” because it doesn’t really exist. But my wife…any woman…can ACTUALLY go to Hogwarts! They can climb through the wardrobe and into Narnia! For real! They can experience my fantasy as a flesh and blood reality. And even if I use a penis extension or a dildo, it’s still just cosplay, magic tricks, Disneyland…still fake and fantasy. But the fantasy-come-to-life is always there around me…and always accessible to my wife. You know what I mean? There’s “real magic” around me but I will never experience it, even though my wife absolutely can.