Who's got the balls?

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Ripped in more ways than one.

Hey all, nothing super exciting to report other than that I've written most of a whole new novel you've never seen at all this month. I'm pretty pleased with myself, I'll admit, but not as smug as the gentleman ripping his jeans above.

But then, he deserves to be smug, doesn't he?

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Somehow, suddenly, the latest smartphone just doesn't seem that impressive does it?

Oh what's that? Your new I-Phone 6S has faster processing speed and better image stabilization? I don't care, I'll be sucking this giant cock.

Hm? Your amazing Android 6P can give you a selection of thousands of apps? Is there an app to give you a cock like the one above? No? Then I';m afraid I'll just be over here sucking this giant cock.

Microsoft Lumia 640 XL?

I'll stick with my Macro-hard long 11" XXXXL thank you very much.

As technology gets more advanced, it's always nice to reflect upon the fact that the human spirit will always reign supreme, and when I say "Human Spirit" I of course mean, "Giant Cock."

Which I will be sucking.

That will be all.

-V

Pants Magic

No picture today because I feel even I'm not crass enough to post one just now, but I wanted to give a strange  remeberence for a super star.

You can not imagine how much it made a young soon-to-be Size Queen girl's heart leap to see the real star of Jim Henson's labyrinth in action.

I am of course speaking of David Bowie's magnificent penis, clearly visible in the pants he is wearing in the "Dance Magic" musical number. Some miraculous combination of short puppets that necessitated low camera shots gave us all the view needed to see male anatomy for the first time.

Very male, because in addition to being hot and heterchromatic David Bowie was also clearly very well endowed.  I might have been writing stories in my head about that being the feature that made him goblin king long before my penchant for size was even realized.

Rest in peace, David Bowie.

He Made Your Wife A Size Queen

Hey everybody, I hope the weekend is treating you all well! One of my fans runs an extremely hot blog over at "I Made Your Girl a Size Queen"

It's been very inspiring for me lately, and raises an interesting question: Are Size Queens made or born?

Certainly we all love stories about the proud or innocent woman meeting her first truly big dick, and that becomes a transformative experience, reducing her to a big cock-owned slut or nymphomaniac, but obviously that does live somewhere in fantasy.

Are some of us just born with deeper cunts or gag-less throats and we find ourselves gravitating towards size because it pleases us more, or we're better at handling it so those men gravitate towards us? Maybe, but again, that seems simplistic.

I'd like to believe the truth lives somewhere in the middle. There are probably tons of secret size queens whose true nature is so buried under layers of cultural shaming or the desire to be good to the less well-endowed that when finally exposed to a big cock, and more importantly allow their love of big cock to run free and carry them away, These are the girls who create the illusion of the first group... it isn't that all of us are ready or even able to experience such a conversion, only that a select few create the illusion.

I'd love to hear the big boy's take on this. If you're hung, what's the ratio of girls to run to the ones who seem much more aroused that you're big?

And The Lucky Weiner is...

Hey all, first some business, the winner of the first Patreon custom-story reward is Karl Hungus. He has been contacted and gave me details for the story he'd like to see. He's pretty sharp and I think it's gonna be a scorcher! I'll be selecting the next lucky custom-story recipient in early February.

My Patreon

Now I don't know who submitted the above picture to my fan-group years ago, but as far as cocks go this one has a LOT going for it. I mean, on some level it's just kind of a big ugly hunk of meat (and on another that's just even hotter) but on another it's got obvious length and girth that makes me quiver. I like the way it's kind of "headless" not just uncircumsized but also equally wide all the way down instead of bulging out at the tip. While some of it is definitely a trick of the camera angle, I love the illusion this creates of it hanging all the way down to just above the knee.  Of course we are deprived of a look at his balls, which always makes me a little sad, but that lets my imagine run wild that they're proportionate to his cock.  I might just have to work my head under there and have a look-see now mightn't I.....?

Servicing undercarriage was my specialty in the mechanic school I completely made up and didn't actually attend. But there were a lot of hot mechanics there, so it's fine.

See you dearies again soon!

-V

Rewarding Big Men

I've certainly heard it said: Size is not an accomplishment. Why place all this praise and value on men of above-average endowment? Today I'm putting on my fantasy bitch hat instead of giving my real answer.

Because it feels better.

Because there is nothing that looks as majestic as a giant cock descending towards your face, your breasts, your cunt.

Because it's the raw measure of masculinity; put a big boy next to a small one and watch the little one shrink up every time.

Because I want it.

Because huge cock carries a bunch of paradoxes with it. It's something big that fits somewhere small. It can make me feel more pleasure than anything else, while hurting at the same time. It's my ultimate reward and my ultimate punishment.

Because I want to go farther for big dicks. I want to be nastier, speak nastier, do nastier things to please it.

Because I'm always going to be big-cock owned whether I want to be or not.

I'd say I'm sorry to all the little boys out there with your small-to-average peens...

...But I'm not.

And by the way, if any of you haven't been kind enough to go and vote up my stories (where you think they're worth it) in a while on literotica, I'd super appreciate it.

https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=393830&page=submissions

On Brown Liquors

I was recently talking scotch with one of my fans (can't imagine why brown liquor is on my mind, hmmmm....) and have come to realize that unfortunately I'm a poor girl with expensive tastes. Since I can't afford my beloved Lagavulian or Johnny Walker Green these days, what do you all recommend that has a nice smokey taste one can get on a budget?

Would be a pity if I didn't have *something* to lick off of all that glorious meat, now wouldn't it?

And a Cockslappy new Year!

Hey all, sorry for the gap in posts over the last few days. I haven't gone away again, I just got tied up away from the computer and couldn't get back to it. I've gotten some marvelous suggestions from a lot of you about things to update about in the coming year, and while I welcome more, I do have enough to go on for now. Here's wishing you all the best!