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How did Castro off of Monster's of cock get one so big, was it by apump? Pumps | | What are you talking about??? | Pretty weird unexplainable dream the other night...? I was dreaming that I was standing in front of this lake, and then a gigantic playground was rising from the mulch on the ground. Then, a giant black jiggling creature with claws for hands rose up behind it, looking like a giant jello monster, but it had red yes and fangs, and a mouth like Venom, from Spider-man.
I started climbing the play set and then lava appeared at the bottom.
There were 20 or so other teenagers on it as well, with knives, swords, and powers. Like, super powers. I then accidentally slipped off the side and hung in mid air. I was floating there. I could fly. Then, next to the jello monster, the cock tower Big Ben rose up and a poem recited that I can still remember. Something about grab the sword from Ben's face or his hands or something. So me and two other teens climbed the stairs in Big ben while the jello claws swiped at us.
Then, I broke through Ben's face, after swerving to avoid giant gears, and snapped the metal hand off easily. I then ran the jello monster through with it to where it went toppling over in the lake. Then I crawled through this tiny tunnel and got stuck at the end, then I woke up.
It was really random and unexpected. Anyone have any idea what it means?? | | Dreams are a way of sorting your memories, thoughts, and deepest desires. hope it helps | Why do the female porn stars not react like a normal women when having sex? I know they are acting and they are paid for that. But still how can you keep smiling into the camera when you are penetrated in your *** and vagina by some big black cock or cocks. End of the day these stars too are human. Dont they feel any pain or any good feelings, that they keep smiling at the camera or making all those fake noises. Do they take some drug or local anaesthesia to overcome these feelings and go on with the act. Even a normal penis makes me moan or cry in orgasm or pain depending on how my partner enters. And these women take in those monster black ones. Would surely love to try out one. | | LOL these girls are use to it and there pu$$ys are probably lose and they don't feel any thing and plus these porn girls are probably coked out their mind when doing those movies | My bf wants no...? He wants to no if girls like a big cock or a small one.... IDRK but his is pretty damn big I mean he cant quite controll this monster.... I'm ganna get a pick n show u wat I mean one of these days.... | big penises suck.big penis equals pain.
medium to smaller's the best. | I have a small penis.? So, here we go.I am 17 years old boy and i have a small penis.Well the lenght of my penis isn't my biggest problem.It's the thickness!The problem is that the condoms are too big for me.They are just slipping off.Luckily i've never tried sex yet, because i'm sure that would turn out bad and akward for me!So my question is what to do?How to make my penis bigger?I really dont want some kind of ''Monster Cock'' , i just want standard!
I think there are also some importnant notes for me to say!About my puberity, my pubic hair started to grow faster than other guys at my age, but my armpit hair are starting to grow just about now.Pretty late huh?Also i think i should mention that i have never even kissed a girl.It's not that i'm some kind of ugly freak, actually it's kind of an oposite, tons of girls likes me really much, and are really interested in me, but i am really shy with girls and also, i dont feel too interested in that kind of stuff yet.Is that wrong at my age?
Sorry if i spelled something wrong, english is not my first language!
Thanks. | | Well basically there is nothing you can do about your penis size or everyone would run around with 10 inches or more. Just be happy that you have what you have. As far as condoms are concerned just get the regular sized condom and if its loose hold it at the base when you go in and out so that it doesn't slip off. Problem solved. | Should I be worried about certain sex toys in my marriage? ? I have been with my wife for 12 years and we have 3 guyren and I love them all very much.
Unfortunately, she has never had an orgasm so we are turning up the heat a little.
We decided to try some toys in the bedroom (which I think is great).
She got the toys that interested her and to my surprise (more like shock) the center piece was a 12 inch long with 7-8 girth “monster cock” dildo/vibrator that she seems to be very found of.
Well this hit me very hard since she is a very petit Asian woman that is pretty tight and my equipment is only about 5 ½ inches. It is more than double my size! Way bigger than ones most women who have been using toys for years and this is her first one.
I wish she would work her way up to a larger size an not start out as a "Size Queen"
Since the introduction of the “Monster” I have not been able obtain a complete erection.
I am very worried that this has permanently damaged our sexual relationship.
I have been working so hard on trying to pleasure her and now I am convinced that my size will never be adequate and the more she uses it, the more stretched out she will get.
I have never had a trouble pleasing other women many of which have multiple orgasms.
I am under 40 and do not want this to be the end of my (our) sex life.
Help! | Yeah... that's not exactly a gateway dildo.
I might be concerned if I were you.
Sorry dude. | Do you like my story so far? I'm trying to get it published, but I just started a couple days ago...
Oh and it's called Monster Hill: I'm making a whole series called Gallia, Slayer of Monsters; Well here goes
Chapter One:
I GO MAD
Look, who I am isn’t as good as you think it is. I have the worst life in the world. For example; during class, my desk turned to flames. I get knocked out of school every year and move a lot. And you might think I’m crazy… but I think I’m being stocked by monsters.
My name is Gallia Jones. I live in Boston, Massachusetts and I’m in 7th grade. I have horrible parents. Though my dad, he isn’t half bad. In fact, I don’t hate him at all, really. My mom is the worst thing that comes to me. She doesn’t care for me. Every night she makes my dad a heaping plate of plop. And before I continue, if you’re wondering about what plop is, well, I call it plop, it’s like muck with poop in it. But my dad seems like he likes it, though. My mom always tells me at breakfast, lunch, and dinner time, “Get your own plate of muck, boy!!”
My dad seems like the only one in my family that I care about, and that cares about me. Sometimes we go to the batting cages and hit some baseballs, and when we leave, my mom, Gertrude Jones, the ugliest name in the world, always tells my dad, “If a ball comes flying at you, then use your son to block it. Make sure it’s in the face, too!”
“Don’t worry, Gallia, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” He would whisper to me on our way out.
If you’re wondering, I’m a boy. People say that my name is like a girl name, and I’m tired of it. So every time I introduce myself, weirdly, I say, “Hi, my name is Gallia Jones, and I’m a boy.” I know, I’m a freak. I love to play this video game at the arcade near my house called “Monster Slayer.” You have this fake sword plugged up to a game machine and you go on this quest. And every time you see a monster of any kind, you slash it with your sword. It makes me feel tingly inside, like, I will do stuff like this in the future. Stuff like that happens to me all the time, like I was in school and we were learning about something stupid and boring, and then, all of a sudden I froze. I was looking straight ahead, but I wasn’t there. I was thinking about this big jaguar thing in the forest that I was slaying. It wasn’t a jaguar, though. But it could go really fast like one, and it had demon claws and teeth. It tried to pounce at me, but I killed it with one flick to the wrist. My sword ran right through it. It split in half. What was weird was that I had three others with me. They looked like some people I will know in the future. I think that I could look into the future or something. I don’t know. It could happen. But a lot of it can’t be possible. Like, how I slayed that jaguar thing. I actually think I know what it’s called. It’s called a Gerade. I don’t know how I know that. Maybe it’s because I have a whole new world of my imagination, and it’s in there. Maybe I’m the king there and it’s one of my battle creatures, although it tried to kill me. That’s it. I’ve completely gone mad. I can’t be having this stuff happen to me. Why would it? It’s a question that not even I can answer, and it’s about me.
Chapter Two:
I Finally Meet Up with a Monster
Today was when I got to meet my favorite author ever, Billy Cock. He wrote monster books and I just love stuff involving monsters. Maybe even stuff with monsters dying. I love monster stuff, although, sometimes I just want to stab them. It’s a feeling.
I went to the book signing at the Story Publishing Inc. But strangely, no one was there. Not even the workers, the fans, just nobody. Besides Billy Cock, who happens to be sitting behind a desk looking at me in a weird way. So I slowly walked up to him and said, “Uh, hi, sir. I love your books, and can I have your autograph? Right in the front flap of the book, please.”
“Sure, son. I would love- hisssssssssssssssss!” He said, scaring me deeply.
“Uh, sir? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, um, I-I just forgot to take my med- thhssssssss- today. It makes me, um, hisssssssss.” I kind of knew what he was. Sometimes I dreamt about him. But how is it possible? Billonia only exists in my imagination, like the Gerade. If you’re wondering, a Billonia is a mythical creature that is a deadly snake. Right then, I knew what was going on. My imagination was actually real. The books he writes don’t exist, only to me. Billy Cock doesn’t exist, only to me. That building didn’t exist, only to me. I was scared to death and stepped back slowly. Then, Billy changed into Billonia right in front of my eyes.
He said, “We’ve been looking for you, young warrior. Now taste my poisssssson!!!” I ran for the door, while he was trying to get his poison ready. But then his tail stretched to reach me, and I was pulled back.
“Gallia, catch!” a girl said, in the doorway. She threw a sword to me, and I caught it. Then I slashed its tail with the sword.
“AARRRGGHHH!!!” he scr | Kinda interesting. Good Idea! However i think you need more description and better phrasing. Like make your sentences longer and with some better vocabulary. Other than that, its pretty good.
:) Hope you get published! | Do You Like My Story So Far? Just so you know, tell me if you want me to email the rest to you. Be honest, and I know it's kind of stupid but I'm only 10 okay!?
MONSTER HILL
Chapter One:
I GO MAD
Look, who I am isn’t as good as you think it is. I have the worst life in the world. For example; during class, my desk turned to flames. I get knocked out of school every year and move a lot. And you might think I’m crazy… but I think I’m being stocked by monsters.
My name is Gallia Jones. I live in Boston, Massachusetts and I’m in 7th grade. It’s summer vacation, so I’m chilling from school. I have horrible parents. Though my dad, he isn’t half bad. In fact, I don’t hate him at all, really. My mom is the worst thing that comes to me. She doesn’t care for me. Every night she makes my dad a heaping plate of plop. And before I continue, if you’re wondering about what plop is, well, I call it plop, it’s like muck with poop in it. But my dad seems like he likes it, though. My mom always tells me at breakfast, lunch, and dinner time, “Get your own plate of muck, boy!!”
My dad seems like the only one in my family that I care about, and that cares about me. Sometimes we go to the batting cages and hit some baseballs, and when we leave, my mom, Gertrude Jones, the ugliest name in the world, always tells my dad, “If a ball comes flying at you, then use your son to block it. Make sure it’s in the face, too!”
“Don’t worry, Gallia, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” He would whisper to me on our way out.
If you’re wondering, I’m a boy. People say that my name is like a girl name, and I’m tired of it. So every time I introduce myself, weirdly, I say, “Hi, my name is Gallia Jones, and I’m a boy.” I know, I’m a freak.
I love to play this video game at the arcade near my house called “Monster Slayer.” You have this fake sword plugged up to a game machine and you go on this quest. And every time you see a monster of any kind, you slash it with your sword. It makes me feel tingly inside, like, I will do stuff like this in the future. Stuff like that happens to me all the time, like I was in school and we were learning about something stupid and boring, and then, all of a sudden I froze. I was looking straight ahead, but I wasn’t there. I was thinking about this big jaguar thing in the forest that I was slaying. It wasn’t a jaguar, though. But it could go really fast like one, and it had demon claws and teeth. It tried to pounce at me, but I killed it with one flick to the wrist. My sword ran right through it. It split in half. What was weird was that I had three others with me. They looked like some people I will know in the future. I think that I could look into the future or something. I don’t know. It could happen.
But a lot of it can’t be possible. Like, how I slayed that jaguar thing. I actually think I know what it’s called. It’s called a Gerade. I don’t know how I know that. Maybe it’s because I have a whole new world of my imagination, and it’s in there. Maybe I’m the king there and it’s one of my battle creatures, although it tried to kill me. That’s it. I’ve completely gone mad. I can’t be having this stuff happen to me. Why would it? It’s a question that not even I can answer, and it’s about me.
Chapter Two:
I Finally Meet Up with a Monster
Today was when I got to meet my favorite author ever, Billy Cock. He wrote monster books and I just love stuff involving monsters. Maybe even stuff with monsters dying. I love monster stuff, although, sometimes I just want to stab them. It’s a feeling.
I went to the book signing at the Story Publishing Inc. But strangely, no one was there. Not even the workers, the fans, just nobody. Besides Billy Cock, who happens to be sitting behind a desk looking at me in a weird way. So I slowly walked up to him and said, “Uh, hi, sir. I love your books, and can I have your autograph? Right in the front flap of the book, please.”
“Sure, son. I would love-hisssssssssssssssss!” He said, scaring me deeply.
“Uh, sir? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, um, I-I just forgot to take my med- thhssssssss-today. It makes me, um, hisssssssss.” I kind of knew what he was. Sometimes I dreamt about him. But how is it possible? Billonia only exists in my imagination, like the Gerade. If you’re wondering, a Billonia is a mythical creature that is a deadly snake. Right then, I knew what was going on. My imagination was actually real. The books he writes don’t exist, only to me. Billy Cock doesn’t exist, only to me. That building didn’t exist, only to me. I was scared to death and stepped back slowly. Then, Billy changed into Billonia right in front of my eyes.
He said, “We’ve been looking for you, young warrior. Now taste my poisssssson!!!” I ran for the door, while he was trying to get his poison ready. But then his tail stretched to reach me, and I was pulled back.
“Gallia, catch!” a girl said, in the doorway. She threw a sword to me, and I caught it. Then I slashed its tail with the sword.
“AA | Well, first off, it's not stupid. In fact, I think I like the plot quite a bit and for only ten your grammar/punctuation is really, really good. The only grammatical error that I caught was that you used the word "stock" instead of "stalk". I also think with a beta reader (if you aren't sure what that is, it's a person you send your work to and they critique it for you) this could be a really good story. You can find betas by doing an internet search, or the website FictionPress.com has users on there who will also beta for you.
Now, onto something you should probably revise.
As you probably know, first sentences are crucial for your story and yours doesn't quite makes sense. It says "Look, who I am isn't as good as you think it is." The first problem with it is that a person wouldn't be referred to as an "it". Also, as a reader, I just started reading and know absolutely nothing about your character, so, in short, I have no opinion on your character or whether they're good or bad.
Other than that it was pretty good for your age. I think some of the things you have in there are a little bit vague in their explanation, but smoothness only comes with practice, so keep writing! In a few years you'll be really good, I'm sure of it! | Need as many synonyms for male genitals as possible.? Don't give many obvious ones, I prob already have them. I have:
$5 Foot-long
[Insert Name Here] Jr.
Aaron’s Staff
Adam, the Old
Adolf
Albino Cave-Dweller
Apparatus
Appendage
Artifact
Artist’s Brush
Arm (Baby-Arm, Short-Arm, Small-Arm
Baby-maker
Banana
Baseball Bat
Bazooka
Beef
Big D
Big Man on Campus
Bishop
Bob Dole
*****
Bratwurst
Buck-Fifty (Minus the Fifty) $1.50 -.50
Bush-Beater (Bush-Whacker)
Busk
Butter-Knife
Chocolate Bar (Ebony)
Chode (Michael)
Chopper
Cock
Cream Cannon
Crotch
Dangle-Dog
Deep-v Diver
Dick
Dingaling
Dingus (Dingus)
Distaff
Dong
Doodle
Dragon
Drill
Easy Rider
Flashlight
Genitalia
Gravymaker
Groin
Groin Ferret
Gun
Hard-on
Hardwood
Him
His
Honch
Hot Dog
Inside-out Vagina
Instrument
It
Jerkey
Jock
John Thomas
Johnson
Joystick
Junk
Knob
Lollipop
Lovemuscle
Magical Wand
Major Big
Manhood
Meat
Meat Thermometer
Meat-Stick
Member
Missile
Moisture-and-Heat-Seeking Monster of Love
Monster
My Body’s Captain
One’s
One-Eyed Trouser Snake
Onion (see Chode)
Organ
Pecker
Peenie-Weenie
PeePee
Pencil
Penes (Plural of Above)
Penis
Percy
Peter
Phallus
Pickle
Pingas
Pink Oboe
Pocket Monster (Pokèmon [Creature in your pants])
Pole
Pork hammer
Priapus
Prick
Private
Purple-Helmeted Warrior
Rod
Rough Rider
Sabre/Sword/Blade
Sausage (Sausage Roll)
Schlong
Schnitzel
Screwdriver
Shaft
Shiner
Skewer
Skinflute
Specimen
Sperm Factory
Staff
Stick
Stiffy
Stuff
Tent-maker
The Incredible Hulk
Thingy
Third Leg
Thorn
Thumper
Todger
Tool
Tootsie-Roll (Ebony)
Tralala
Tree
Triangle
Trunk
Unit
Wang, Wong
Washington Monument
Web-Slinger
WeeWee
Weiner
Wife’s Best Friend
Willie
Woody
Yankee Doodle
Yogurt Gun
Almond Rock
Dickory-Dock
Yard
Yard-Stick
Ruler
Front-Tail
Disco-Stick
Erection
Angle
Partner-in-Crime
Putz
Schmuck
Spunk Dribbler
Winkle
Equipment
Virilia
Main Vein
Area
Part
Place
****-Opener/Ares-Wedge
Crank (ex. Yank my Crank)
Worm
Pecnoster
Wanzor
Auld Hornie
Smegma Hydrant
Danny Aielo
Horse
Baloney Pony
Cram
Boaby
Key | | Mister Winky | Magnum or regular size condoms? I'm not sure about other dude's cocks but I think mine is bigger or at least above average. A lot of women who have seen it and had in up in them said it was big and that it was reaching farther up inside them compared to other guys.
I've only ever used regular condoms and stuck with them because I always thought Magnums we're huge monsters specifically designed for pornstars and black dudes but I recently seen a picture of one and I guess they're only a bit bigger than regular ones. I want to try them because the regular ones seem a bit tight and I have a hard time cumming with one on (Maybe from blood flow and tight condom? idk?). Should I give the magnums a try or stick with regulars? Plus, I think it'd be awkward to buy magnums at a store.
Suggestions? | | Uhhh toooo tight isnt good. Buy a batch and test them out... |
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