Ah, there you are! Come and sit by the fire. Pour yourself a glass of wine! I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while now. It’s about why I’ve been so quiet lately. So…there’s this dildo I’ve been seeing for the past few weeks. It’s girthy, like the girthiest toy I own. It was the first toy with balls I ever owned! It’s made of silicone, a lusciously rendered dual-density toy that is wonderful and body safe. And…it looks like five other dildos stitched together to create the perfect dildo. Meet the Lust Arts Frank’s Monster, a beautiful, monstrous and kinda gnarly looking hunk of a silicone dildo. Lust Arts sent it to me earlier this month for me to review and upon receiving it, I knew I was in for a truly CHALLENGING fuck with the Frank’s Monster. Has any other dildo so changed my masturbatory landscape? Perhaps, but Frank has let me know truly that my vagina can do anything.
Frank’s Monster comes in a range of sizes like the rest of Lust Arts’ toys. Ranging from Teaser to Pounder, there’s a Frank’s Monster for beginners and advanced players alike, all in the beautiful mold of the Monster. My Monster came in the Pounder size, and currently clocks in as the biggest (thickest) dildo I own. The largest diameter on the head is 2.2 inches thick, and the largest shaft diameter is 2.75 inches. This dildo has HEFT. I sometimes menace my boyfriend with the Frank’s Monster because it truly is that intimidating. All this girth combined with an insertable length of seven inches makes for a fittingly monstrous member. In other words, if Frankenstein dropped his pants in front of me, I’d expect to see a beast of this magnitude flop out of his Calvin Kleins.
A toy of this magnitude requires significant warm up. The X, The Ruse Jammy, and the Elvira all see use before I dare attempt the Frank’s Monster. That girth is the showstopper, the grand finale. When I attempted to take it before warming up, I found it impossible to achieve penetration. Only after prepping my vagina meticulously can I finally slide the lubed up monster inside. ‘Intense’ is a weak way to describe the feelings that occur when I stuff myself with the Frank’s Monster. ‘Powerful’ is woefully inadequate as well. Perhaps the best description is ‘consuming’. The Frank’s Monster is as richly textured as a tapestry, dotted with nodules, pleasurable stitches and copious amounts of skin folds that all make themselves felt when inserted. I slowly, luxuriously, and deliciously pushed more and more of the toy into me. I felt myself open up as the Frank’s Monster progressively thickened down the shaft. My eyelids fluttered from a mixture of orgasmic pleasure and just a little bit of stretching pain. The Frank’s Monster sent my brain spiraling into fantasies of what it might be like to bang a man with a member this size. And then, because I lean submissive, I was fantasizing about being rather physically dominated by a man with the strength (and body parts) of ten men. With the Frank’s Monster filling my cunt and the Nocturnal bullying my clit, I came so hard that I wouldn’t have noticed if a bus hit me, and then collapsed on my bed.
After luxuriating in the afterglow, I realized then that I had to clean the toy. Some part of me hoped that the Frank’s Monster would just be a quick soap and water scrub and that’s what I did. AHAHAHA. No. Frank’s Monster is rife with texture, and thus holds onto my body fluids like it never wants to give them up. If you give it a rough handjob soap and water cleaning, you will be scraping dried gunk off it later, because it will inevitably make its home in the myriad of crevices. Every man, including my partner, has recoiled from this toy for two reasons. The first, obviously, is the dislike in the aesthetic of the toy. Fair, it’s not for everyone, but I love it. The second is that they worry that cleaning it is a nightmare. This one I kind of agree with. It’s the first time I’ve ever needed to be meticulous with a toy, and that’s what makes it just shy of the perfect showstopper at the end of a masturbation session.
Frank’s Monster is a beast. I adore its aesthetic, its size and the way it feels inside me after I take the necessary hour of warmup. Getting it all the way inside me feels like I’ve just won some kind of slutty medal of honor and I highly recommend it for size royalty who want a side order of texture. HOWEVER. This dildo needs babying in a lot of senses. You need to warm up your orifice of choice a substantial amount for a toy this size and you need to be pretty damned meticulous when cleaning it. If that doesn’t sound acceptable to you, one way to remedy this is to get a smaller and softer dildo. I suggest getting the Frank’s Monster in their Soft density or even doing a Super Soft and Soft dual density toy to ensure comfort and sticking with the Pleaser size. However, Lust Arts does not provide a dildo butler to clean up after you come all over the Monster’s cock (WHICH I WOULD LOVE UGH). Alas, though I personally think the orgasms and the super hot fantasies this toy provokes more than make up for the frustration at the sink.
This product was provided to me free of charge in exchange for my honest review. Thanks Lust Arts!
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