Last night I found a good video talking about achieving the all elusive Male Multiple Orgasm and posted it on Escorts Forum. CGs reply got me thinking…we need to find someone who really wants to give this a go who would be willing to share their experience of it. Then I expanded on this thought and have now posted the below request into our Trade and Exchange board. I would love to hear from anyone interested.

Male Multiples have always fascinated me but I’ve never yet had opportunity to “work with someone” on it and I would like to. I would also like for the “findings” to be publishable. Honest, diary type account of how it went (or didnt).

And I dont just want to read about it, I’d like to be involved. Is anyone here interested in taking very seriously an attempt at achieving Male Multiples for himself, letting me along for the ride and you documenting it. I realise this is a big ask and offer is open indefinitely. I dont expect any hands to go up in any hurry.

One condition is that you are single. No money will exchange hands but you will presumably be based in Auckland and will need to have somewhere for us to meet because I dont.

We would need to be sure we are very comfortable with each other. Meet / talk / spend time first obviously. Platonic is fine. The exercises mentioned in the video are daily and will require real commitment from you. Hopefully you’d also properly read up on the subject prior. I suppose I expect you and I getting together once a week (? big question mark) would be enough that I could “follow progress” so to speak and would be available to you to “use” ( you know what I mean) as you wish. Yes; sex, my hands, fingers, tongue, elbows…whatever you need from me.

In ensuing discussion I have added that I expect getting together weekly (?) would be for a good 12-24 hours. I realise just working with one person will only cover so many bases but it would be a great start. Ultimately I want to learn how to help men achieve this.

I have just come across a good article on Spectator.co.uk. where the question “Its wrong to pay for sex” was debated. What would interest me is how votes would stand if the same debate focussed on male escorts. I realise their industry is in the minority but it does exist, they just don’t feature in discussion. Another double standard most likely. PET HATE of mine. Not that the debate went badly. Votes were taken before and after with the motion soundly defeated. As is only right.

Before the debate
For: 134
Against: 341
Don’t Know: 221

After the debate
For: 203
Against: 449
Don’t Know: 45

What I wanted to draw attention to more than the debate was this comment below from a reader. So very true. I admit there is some difference between using your body to sell sex versus stacking factory shelves. Namely the fact that when your body is being used for sex, someone is entering it. This entering of the body is, I believe, the defining difference between the sexual experience and vulnerability of men versus woman. Sorry, getting off track. His primary point…prostitutes sell sex, their body remains their own.

Many comments seem to suggest that prostitutes sell their bodies. That’s not true. Prostitutes sell sex - which is much less than bodies, children, kidneys, and souls. Their body remains their own; they sell sexual labour. That doesn’t necessarily alienate them from their bodies, selves or souls.

And what is so wrong with selling sex? Why is it okay to use your body to dig wells, stack shelves, do factory work…anything except selling sex?

Millions of workers sell their labour in various forms today to make a living; some of us use our brains - isn’t that a form of intellectual labour?

Given that Ive been away so long, attempting to make up for 6 months of neglect is entirely too daunting so I wont. I will kick things back off with 2 small occurances of the past while.

1. A revelation…

With exception of the usuals (exaggerated bodily function noises, bad smells etc)…
Men on Ride-on lawnmowers is my personal “unsexiest” thing. The only way said situation can be redeemed is where ride-on mower has been fitted with turbo, spoilers and on board beer fridge. Perhaps also a foot massage robot and MP3 player.

2. Hot…

Some months ago I was driving out of my gate and paused to give way to one garbage truck collecting rubbish. On back of garbage truck collecting rubbish was one man (2 men actually but the second somewhat diasppeared in the moment). Man was cute, looked up and our eyes met. He smiled ever so slightly. BOLT of lightening went straight to my groin! I actually fizzed. We drove off. Glorious. Im likely to remember it as vividly as I do now for quite some time yet.

For a number of months now Ive been watching the reponses on a post by College Callgirl. 294 comments to date and still rising. Titled My Number is Eight it begins:

I have been sexually assaulted more than once. Each time that it happened to me, I felt that extenuating circumstances kept it from truly being rape. I was working as a prostitute, he was my boyfriend, I was drunk, I got in the car. I never believed that I had fought hard enough. I made excuses for the men who hurt me; I told myself “he didn’t know what he was doing.” When I spoke about my experiences with sexual assault (which I did very rarely), I would say only that “a lot of bad things have happened to me.”

College Callgirl goes on to describe the 8 times she’s been raped, dating back to 12 or 13 years old. The profound impact her post has had on many is extraordinary. One can easily start to feel like they’re the odd one out having never been violated myself. This morning I was told about a woman who recently woke up to a houseguest “friend” having sex with her. This after a conversation the previous evening where she’d declined his request for it. The woman isnt calling it rape. They talked. She is taking it no further.

The closest Ive come to anything Id not agreed to was at 17yo. I was spending the night with an early 20’s friend Id had “relations” with in the past. We’d had sex, the lights were put out and we were going to sleep, or so I thought. He got out of bed and left the room. Back a short time later he started feeling me up, obviously horny again and I responded…until I realised this was a different person. The flatmate. It had only gone as far as touching above the waist. I was on my way home in nano-seconds.

Ive been scarce but have had a few great weeks with some great bookings. The most notable of which, 2 days spent at mine with a gent who’d come from Oz. Ill call him Journeyman. We slept in, ate out, talked everything under the sun and had pancakes with the works the morning before he left. A fantastic 2 days. I even had memorised poetry recited to me after Gent found this poem, researched it and added his own spin : Broadside ballad entitled ‘Sally Munro’ :. Based on a true story apparently but historic dates and events are conflicting.

Journeyman is a middle aged man with 20+ years of marriage under his belt who considers himself a sexual newbie. He was a virgin when he married in his late 20’s and married life has done little to inspire him. Two years ago he visited his first Escort and embarked on a 20 month arrangement with a lady who became very special to him. This lady has since left the industry so Gent is on the hunt for his next adventure. For a man with little more than 2 years relevant “experience” he puts many sexually practised individuals to shame.

I firmly believe great lovers are born, not made. During my early days as an Escort I received an enquiry from a 60’s gent who claimed a near lifelong commitment to mastering the art of giving woman oral. He was passionate about it and I couldnt wait!

It was the very worst Ive ever experienced. Teeth, whiskers, GRINDING…hell. I dont believe its possible for ANY woman to have enjoyed his onslaught. In contrast Ive always remembered a booking with a shy, late 30’s man who’d come to see me as a birthday present to himself. I was the second or third woman he’d been with and previous escapades didnt extend past a few times with each. He had me exploding in every which direction! The latter is far from the only example I can give like this.

Some people just have the knack…some never will.

…because I support protection for potential gays in the womb”

This was part of a comment here ~ 4 Reasons Homosexuality cannot be genetic ~ and has to be the most ludicrous statement Ive heard in sometime. The alternative is to suggest gays should be aborted. Champion. My reaction number one to this post.

Number two. Why, why, why do people even need to prove, or not, that homosexuality is genetic? What in hell does it matter? “Genetic” would of course mean that said affliction couldn’t be cured, as apparently it has been 1000’s of times. What would be the reaction of religious groups if it was proven to be genetic? Not that they’d ever concede because there will always be documented “reliable” research to back whatever point serves their cause. I dont have an opinion either way because an opinion is all it will ever be and…who cares?!

Reaction three. “His research, and that of some other Ph.Ds, is that childhood exposure to physical and emotional abuse and lack of father figures really affect a child’s sexual orientation.” Max replied, “I’m an adult male homosexual. My parents were present and accounted for my entire childhood. I wasn’t a party to any physical or emotional abuse.” I too am presumably suffering for childhood neglect. There cant possibly be any such thing as a happy hooker who had a perfect upbringing. Can there? The alternative would be incomprehensible wouldn’t it. WE MUST FIND WAYS TO EXPLAIN THINGS WE DONT UNDERSTAND. Failing all else, blame the parents…and insult the good ones in the process. (This was part of the comment I couldn’t help adding to the post).

I could go on about this one for sometime but its nearly 3am and there’s little point. A never ending, infuriating debate. Has anyone ever actually changed their mind in the process of one? And has anyone ever heard mention of a Mrs God? Hmmm…

If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change. - Dr Wayne Dayer