Further Delays in Wang Worship

Hey all, sorry I've been AWOL the last couple of weeks, I'm fighting with some desperate life circumstances and trying to finally get caught up on stories for you all.

I'm going to try to be back to regular blogging soon, but in the meantime, I'm wondering if any of you have a good bead on a cheap laptop?

I've been tapping away on this poor little beast for nearly 8 years now, and beyond the usual issues with aging and slowing, the "C" key on my keyboard has been seriously damaged from overuse.

It's almost like I write the words Cock and Cum and Cunt a whole fuck ton...

Anyway, I've got next to no money, but anything beats what I've got at this point, so if you have links or people to direct me towards, I'd be in your debt.

-V

Scheduling, Big Changes, and Big Threesomes!

Hey all my studs, I've got a lot to tackle today, because I wanted to discuss some of my scheduling issues, and then also give you a double-entry for Sunday.

So as many of you have pointed out, and understandably been a bit upset by, my work has slowed down massively this year, particularly over the last few months. This time last year I had already given you two full novels and tons of short stories besides, whereas this year, we've had just a trickle of stories.

The reason this is, is because everything about the nature of my work changed a few months ago. I used to have fairly short days and sometimes week-long periods of total isolation in which I could catch up on my stuff for you guys, so producing work was remarkably easy. More recently, a stop has been put to those private weeks, and my work days have begun to stretch longer and longer with no respite in sight.

This doesn't mean I can't write, it just means that I have got to adjust my expectations about how much I can get done in a day, and where I can fit writing into my schedule. I've just recently come to a new system where I get up a couple of hours earlier and try to get some in before I go; I think in the long term if I can be disciplined about that it should be no problem to start to get close to keeping up with where I used to be, but it's a transition and that discipline takes time to cultivate, so I appreciate all of you for bearing with me while I go through it.

In related news, I've just sent out an informal poll via message on Patreon to those of you who are subscribers there. I hope you'll all take a moment to read it and send me an answer about how we proceed there.

Alright, that's business sorted, now onto pleasure.

One of you asked me about threesomes in my inbox the other day. I like threesomes in principle, after all, what's not to love about the idea of getting myself double-stuffed or spit-roasted between not just one, but two big dicks?

And sure, even though I don't like girls, I'll absolutely team up with a fellow size-queen to team up on the kind of man who deserves two or more to tackle his beast:

But while these things are absolutely wonderful in theory, I've found that in practice there are often problems. I've had the pleasure of a few threesomes in my life, and each has had their own unique problems. One time, I did manage to lock it down with two guys, which was the most exciting and sexy thing in the world until their pants came off.

Then there was a major size difference:

Little guy couldn't keep it up once that huge monster was flopping around and getting serviced, so he ended up having to retreat to the corner to watch. I think he enjoyed the show and all, but he couldn't keep an erection. The heart-breaking part is that if he could have, I'd have given him just as good as I could have. Of course I'm not above thinking the blame could be on me. Let's face it, I get excited around a big guy, and I'm sure even if I'd had my best poker-face (or poked face) on my obvious enthusiasm for the bigger gentleman would surely show through, and I don't think I was playing things that close to my enormous chest. So, that's one threesome that ended up pretty damned disappointing.

Then there's the time I managed to score with not one but TWO big dicks:

The sex was awesome, yes, but exceedingly brief. I could have gone with both studs all night, but something in the excitement of it all had one cumming in just minutes, and while the other gave me closer to an hour of the business while his wilted fuck-bro retreated, I was still left a bit underwhelmed by the promise of double-digit double-dick that just didn't go as planned.

It's gone sort of better with another girl, but the girl there isn't really doing anything for me and I do feel like I'm fighting her for attention the whole time. Of course I know you big boys are probably creaming in your pants at the thought of two girls literally fighting over your huge cocks, but it's really not as fun from our side of it. I think threesomes are fun, but I often think humans just aren't well adjusted to the reality of something that makes for a far more fun fantasy when everything goes coordinated and right.

Still, enjoy the thought of me and some other busty babe slobbering on you if it's what gets you off, pervs. I don't mind.

Wang Worship Wednesday: Two for the size of one

Hey studs, sorry I've been remiss the last couple of scheduled updates. I've had major shifts at work which I had thought were going to be temporary, but unfortunately will apparently be permanent. I'm going to have to work out new times in my day to write, and how to deal with the stress my whole situation is causing me so that it doesn't remove the impetus.

But enough about me, we're here to talk about big dicks aren't we? I've decided today to address to of Porn's biggest who I've been neglecting since I restarted.

First of all, can we talk about Danny the Dong, AKA Matt Hughes?

I mean, damn, right? Danny was the first guy a fan sent my way who could actually reach the gagging point with most of his cock still outside a girl's mouth.

And going back to a previous conversation:

Sorry hon. You might be busty, but there's no way you're swallowing that monster, at least not without help. Can't blame a girl for trying though, can you?

He really has me drooling:

and I guess I'm not the only one! Watch her closely during this, particularly her eyes, you can see the exact minute she hits "too much" and he's only a quarter of the way in. Maybe that's more his girth than his length, but either way the guy looks like a challenge worth tackling...or, you know, just blowing all day depending on the situation.

Lastly, he's not the roughest fucker in the business, but every now and then he can turn up the heat a little:

Now you see, I don't know if he's doing that because she's been a good girl or a bad girl...I just want to be whatever kind of girl earns me that!

As huge as Danny D is, this time he's only our warm-up act.

I want to talk about a new stud on my radar, and I'm glad someone passed him my way because I don't get nearly enough dark meat in my diet. I present to you the incredible Julio Gomez:

The first time I ever saw this particular stud, I thought I was just looking at a cheap photo-shop job. It wasn't until some time later that a fan sent me him in an actual video and I realized the frightening truth about just how big a cock can get:

I don't know or care if that measurement is accurate, it certainly wouldn't take much to convince me that it was worth pretending just to get him interested in me.

I mean, check this out:

He's literally in her lap and she can still suck him. Yes, she's craning up a bit, but it's still unbelievably impressive.And as good as that cock looks like it tastes:

Imagine how it must FEEL. (In the rest of this clip, I promise you she's mostly smiling; this moment is the very definition of "painjoyment", a word that only men like Julio can add to our lexicon.)

Sadly, as far as I can tell, this stud just isn't as prolific as many others in porn, but then again, when you're swinging this much enormous black pipe, maybe a little can go a long way after all.

Anyway studs, I hope you have a good week and I'll talk to you again for another double-installment (to make up for lost time) on Sunday. Until then, I think I'm going to be enjoying a little snack:

Alpha-Beta Soup

Happy Sunday, Studs.

A fan recently wrote to me and asked what my thoughts were on the dynamic of The Alpha Male and beta males.

Like many things, you'll find that I think this is a hot concept and one you'll see echoed in a lot of my writing. Of the few comments I've found vanity searching about myself and my work on the internet (hint hint, you all aren't out there praising me enough) one of them goes as follows:

"Size Queen Supreme:

Probably responsible for my fetish for completely ridiculous/over-the-top alpha male types and slavishly obedient women. She writes about crazy fucking women and it’s really dorky and lame, so you’re sort of laughing at it, but also getting crazy turned on at the same time." 

Now you might think I'm angry or upset at the parts of the above that aren't flattering, but on the other hand, he literally credits me with responsibility for giving him a fetish. That's not something to take lightly, and I only hope it's a fetish that gives him more pleasure over the course of his life than pain.

But I digress. Obviously, I write about Alpha Males. I have since my very first published erotica back in 2004, and while they don't appear in literally all my stories, there is something appealing about not just a huge cock, but the commanding attitude and swagger that often come along with it.

Taken outside of the context of fantasy, I find the very concept of "Alpha" or "Beta" people to be utterly dehumanizing. We take the idea from our own observations of Wolf Packs or Horses where a single dominant male essentially maintains a breeding harem of females and asserts physical dominance over the others until one of them can finally push him out due to age or infirmity.

But here's the thing. Humans aren't wolves or horses. We're primates. Our ancient ancestors did not have harems, nor rely on the idea of a single breeding stock to further our species. Most of our evolutionary traits suggest that we had numerous strategies for successfully getting with the opposite sex ranging from brute force, to enticement, to sneaky trickery.

More importantly, our ancestor females were evolved to make sex the opposite of a solo-pair act. In "Sex at Dawn" a wonderful book for examining the complexity of human sexual evolution, the authors make particular note of the phenomenon of female vocalization during sex. In Harem or Alpha-Beta type species, the women don't make loud noises at all. Humans and other primates on the other hand are absolutely DEAFENING in the moaning department! Screaming during sex is a call to the other primates, "See what's happening here! Come here! Get horny! You should all fuck! And fuck me too!" And then all those primates get together, have orgies basically, and in the end no one really knows who's kids are who's.

And that's the brilliant part. Removing obvious linkage to our offspring meant that as a UNIT, as a cohesive society, humans (and other primates) have every reason to love and defend all the children of the tribe equally ,to value all the members equally, and generally be strong as a group rather than as individuals. That's part of why humans are such a diverse and successful species. I think it's ugly and stupid to try to apply the standards of completely different animals to ourselves at times, and when I see people getting shunted into categories like "Alpha" and "Beta" that's when I worry.

But now that I've bored your balls off with an anthropology lesson, let me speak to the fantasy side of things.

Yes, it's an absolutely cunt-melting thought, the superior, strong stud of an alpha male:

And there's no better way to make the superiority of said alpha any clearer than to compare it with another, lesser male:

That's right boys. Figure out if you're the cock in her right hand or the cock in her left, and sort yourselves accordingly.

Beta's to the left.

I'll be over here with the big Alpha cocks instead.

Goodnight.

Wang Worship Wednesday: Fan Service

Hey all, back here with another brave exhibitionist who just wanted to show off!

Now I don't mean for the "brave" part of that to be a jab at his size. Obviously he's no Ten-Inch Marvin or Bruce-Venture monster, but his willingness and ability to whip it out and get it up for an appearance here in the face of those people is not without courage when he's on the larger side instead of the HUGER side.

But then again, look at this gorgeous picture. That, right there is a thick hunk of meat in the "Spearhead" style (not the less flanged cockhead, a rarer trait but common enough that I see it from time to time) but the nice thing is that this feature really calles attention to the girth of that middle. Big cockheads have their advantages in terms of anchoring, no lie, but there's something really special too about one that sneaks in the biggest surprise in the middle.

Now this shot is pretty fore-shortening and therefore less flattering to length, but it does show that thickness goes all the way around instead of being one of those models where they're wide but not "deep" in the other dimension. And I'd like to pause to make a point here: You guys often don't give yourselves enough credit. With the exception of the absolute donkey-dicks who bathe their whole lives in praise, many of the largish guys I hear from think they're average, many of the average guys think they're small, and even some of the small guys put themselves in the microphallus category when they could be servicing a woman with what they have to offer just fine. I know this is a departure from my usual Size-Queenish tendancies, and I promise those are not behind us, but every now and then it's important for me to step back from that and remind you guys that the heart of what I write is fetish fantasy. Fantasy as in "unreal". Every single one of you studs has something to be proud of in your cock, no matter what size. I want you to appreciate what you have.

Like maybe a pair of fat fucking balls!

Alright, you caught me. I didn't just choose this applicant for his lovely cock. Look at the weight of these monsters at rest:

I'll bet that poor overtaxed scrotum feels nice to have those heavy burdens supported by something else.

They even make an appearance from the top, which is not something every man can manage.

TL;DR?

Your cock is probably a lot more awesome than you realize. If you're not sure about that, maybe think of showing me and I'll straighten you right out, stud.

veronicadivineff@gmail.com

The Measure of a Man

First of all, I have a new book out! My publisher snuck it in, so please snap it up while it's hot!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0728FVSDK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1495384186&sr=8-1&keywords=Harem+of+Vanity

So I'm thinking about measurement this morning. It's fascinating to me that one of the reasons I'm often considered to be less of an erotic author and more of a pornographer is that my stories tend to inform specific measurements. One of the first rules people giving advice about erotica tend to follow is that you should never state specific measurements.

I've never entirely understood this. I mean, I get how it wouldn't be classy is you were supposedly telling a true story and were using it as an opportunity to brag about your huge tits or huge cock, but when you know it's fiction from the get-go, why does it matter?

And here's the thing; This advice wouldn't exist if it weren't something a lot of people were trying to do in their work to begin with. In other words, it's either our instinct or it sexually excites us to get into the nitty gritty details of just how big that thing was. I find it so funny that we try to stifle our impulses when we write this way.

I also find that trying to gauge size is really difficult when it comes to cock. Not only do the damned things change size, but every different angle or perspective gives a whole different sense of the dimensions. From the right angle, a monster can look miniscule and a flattering picture can make a mouse look massive. All but the biggest and smallest of men I've known all seem to think they're smaller than they really are.

So erase the taboo of the ruler. Whip 'em out and measure 'em, boys, you might be pleased by what you learn.

Sunday Size-Up+Wang Worship Wednesday (ON THURSDAY!)

Hey everybody, I'm so so sorry I've missed both of my post deadlines for this week. Unfortunately, work has been pounding me harder than one of my stories' male characters these last two weeks, and alas, it's not as fun.

I think an end is in sight so I shouldn't be missing more, but I'll keep you all posted.

In other news, I think I know what I'm going to write for the comic script, though I've got to run it by my backers before I get started, but I think it's a pretty hot concept so we'll probably be getting going soon.

Now...onto some belated Wang-Worship.

This week, I wanted to talk about THIS professional Cock:

Now if you already know this performer who fans have shared at me many times, the big clue is that interesting coloring. I don't know why Bruce Venture has a multi-colored cock (though his web-page jokes that it's so big it can't decide if it's supposed to be black or not) but off-colored racial humor aside, there's no question that the man is hung with a capital HOLY FUCK.

Only a cock like this can bring mortal enemies like Cat and Mouse together! And I especially love the way there's room for at least two more worshippers on that thing!

But the main reason I wanted to feature this stupid is that because among the well-endowed, there seems to be a phenomenon of gentle giants. Men who understandably have learned their size can hurt and tend to hold back as a result. Not since White Pony has a performer worked so hard to bring real roughness. He doesn't have it on display in all of his movies, but when he does, oooo yes is it ever cunt-tsunami time. Unfortunately, it's hard to show rougness here, but I reccommend going to your favorite porn site and typing "Bruce Venture Rough" as a search. You will not be disappointed. Here are a few stills/gifs that were the closest I could come to showing what I mean:

Alright, I hope that keeps you all tided over while I get free from these work shackles. Stay big for me, studs!