"Pencil Dick"

...So, there we were rolling around the sheets, enjoying each other tremendously as we had done so many times before... He's an exquisite lover, incredibly selfless and very much in tune to what makes a woman purr.  His hands are large and rough from hard physical work, work that keeps his trim body taught and defined; however,  his touch is oh so soft and despite his strength his arms hold gentle...His 6 foot frame glides across my body with sublime grace.   He loves pleasuring a woman, and he is fabulous...

Imagine my surprise when he stopped what he was doing and turned his attention to the nightstand, where he then opened the drawer and presented a weird rubbery penis cover type thingie.
Now, I have absolutely no aversion to toys in the bedroom, but this thing was meant to go OVER his already perfect manhood to add umm, bulk.  It had these raised bumps all over it, supposedly for my er, pleasure...  He begins to cover his superb cock with this ridiculous contraption and I'm just sitting there like WTF, and thinking 'why on earth is he doing this?  Why would he rob me of his slippery warmth and substitute it with this cool, rubbery, bumpy ass mess?'...
...I was about to learn a VERY valuable lesson.

I said "Honey, what the hell are you doing?" He said "Remember when we had that fight last week and you called me 'pencil dick?'...Well, I bought this so that my dick would be fatter for you."  OMG, I did it this time.  I said "No, no, no! Come on! You KNOW I love your body just the way it is.  I told you I didn't mean that at all, and I was just mad.  I said something stupid, because I know that nothing is going to get to you like attacking you in your Mr., and that's all there is to that.  You hurt my feelings and I wanted to hurt yours back.  I'm so sorry, I didn't realize it bothered you this much.  I feel terrible." He continued to fumble with that stupid thing; I began kissing him lightly about his  neck and softly said  '"You know honey, we can make use of this, however, it most definitely does not belong covering you.  Hows about you put that on your finger and make other use of it."  He smiled and said "Yeh, I think that would be better."  Much.

You know, my stupid utterance, in a split second caused so many hurt feelings.  I don't even remember what it was that he had said to me that had me so upset that I went there with him.  I did however  manage to hurt his self esteem, make him question his sexual performance, give him very real feelings of inadequacy and worst of all made a chip in his overall trust in me.  Trust that I would never deliberately hurt him.  Trust in the fact that I was his 'safe' place; where, up until that point,  he could always be himself without ridicule.
My hit 'below the belt' was a most heinous act on my part, an act that no "I'm Sorry" could ever make better. 
You know those things we say when we are mad that we don't mean?  The things we say to hurt the other person because they hurt us and we want to hurt them just as bad, and ~ if possible worse?  Well,  if you are successful in doing so,  please remember and never forget that split second of satisfaction felt while shooting those venomous words can end up slowly poisoning your relationship, and try as you may to find an antidote ~ there isn't one.