Ok, so over the years I have on occasion had frank and rather... vulger conversations with lady friends.
Of all them, their opinion could be summarized as:
"A Monster Johnson is like climbing Everest. Do it once, just to say you have... it might even be fun. But regularly? No, that shit hurts. Screaming yourself horse isn't fun, neither is hospitalization for tearing and internal bruising."
The ones I spoke with all generally said size didn't matter quite that much. That approximately average was just fine, as long as the man they took to bed knew how to please a woman. A romp between the sheets is more than just a one trick show, there are many, many stages.
The bottom line here is that if you think you need a Monster Johnson, you don't know the first damned thing about pleasing a woman.
You dodge yourself a bullet, dude
Of all them, their opinion could be summarized as:
"A Monster Johnson is like climbing Everest. Do it once, just to say you have... it might even be fun. But regularly? No, that shit hurts. Screaming yourself horse isn't fun, neither is hospitalization for tearing and internal bruising."
The ones I spoke with all generally said size didn't matter quite that much. That approximately average was just fine, as long as the man they took to bed knew how to please a woman. A romp between the sheets is more than just a one trick show, there are many, many stages.
The bottom line here is that if you think you need a Monster Johnson, you don't know the first damned thing about pleasing a woman.