Author Comments
One Saturday in 1970 a friend, who did painting as a side job, asked me to pitch in because his helper wasn’t available that weekend. I was in my mid-20’s and full of energy, so why not. The job was to paint the south side of a house, which had become faded from constant exposure to sun. It was hot and the work was difficult. I was on a ladder, stripped to the waist, chipping cracked paint around a second story window. I looked through the window and saw the homeowner, a lady in her mid-‘40s, quite attractive and quite naked, looking directly at me and motioning me to come in. She had given my friend some money to go buy lunch and was now free to have her way with me. And she certainly did. To my surprise, she gave me $20 “just because.†That was the beginning. I started seeing her fairly often and then one, two and more of her friends. And their friends.
So it was for the next 25 years. I was fortunate to entertain a high level clientele. I enjoyed my time with the vast majority of the ladies, most of whom were intelligent, at least reasonably attractive, interesting and complex. There were exceptions, of course, but I quickly learned the warning signs and simply declined to become involved.
As experienced as I was with women, it was a revelation for me when I met my present wife (the first marriage occurred when I was very young and only lasted a short time) in 1999 and it ripened into love. Yes, I had become very successful at pleasing women and I enjoyed it. But, notwithstanding the personal connection I formed with many of my clients, especially some I’d seen for years, the relationships were financially motivated and, ultimately, superficial. It is kind of harsh to actually see that on the paper in front of me, but it is true.
In spite of being with hundreds of women, I had never really fallen in love until I met my wife to be, and when that happened I realized I’d been missing out on something.
This was the revelation: when I combined my money-in-the-bank sexual techniques, the most crucial of which I teach you in this book, with the love I now had for my wife-to-be, I experienced a depth of connection with I had never felt before. It has brought us closer than I ever imagined a man and woman could be. If you combine these techniques with the love you and your lady feel for each other, it will enable the two of you to experience a new level of emotional and sexual intimacy, and that’s a wonderful thing.
My wife and I live in southern California. We travel a lot and enjoy a very, very good life. She knows about my past, but no one else in our two families does. And it is going to stay that way. Besides being honest, which is the best reason, there was another, more practical reason I had to tell her about my history. You’ve probably already guessed it. And, yes, it has happened twice. Both times in restaurants. A former client seated with a man. There’s a look of discreet surprise when she recognizes me, followed by a small smile and perhaps a surreptitious wave. It will probably happen again.
But, that is from another time. I’ve passed on my knowledge now and the gigolo life is a closed chapter and another has begun. I really hope what I have written will bring you and your lady the joy and pleasure it now does for us.
