(her) Satisfaction Guaranteed

SCI Sex

From 1970 until 1995 the author was a gigolo who entertained a high level clientele in the Beverly Hills – Brentwood area of Los Angeles. With trial and error and experience he developed a simple yet very effective methodology (he calls it the ”wall of pleasure”) that empowered him to give his clients the most consistently intense sexual pleasure and orgasms they had ever experienced. And, typically more than one. Such was his success that it became his calling card: Satisfaction Guaranteed. All the time. Every time.

Because the methodology doesn’t require an erection, men with ED/lower spinal cord injury and attendant sexual performance issues can effectively employ these techniques!

[Note from the publisher: The author’s manuscript included a chapter that discussed ED issues. Most of its content was eliminated during the editing process. Because of reader input, this may be remedied in a later, updated version of the book. What follows is a portion of the “lost” chapter.]

Stephen, a close friend of mine, had lived through a bad automobile accident but his legs were paralyzed. Uninformed about SCI sex, I was clueless to the probability that he had also lost his ability to achieve an erection. That changed when Lydia was referred to me. We met, talked and then made a date to spend an afternoon together the following week. We met at a small motel in Malibu. She was initially hesitant, but eventually things fell into place and she eventually gave every indication that she was completely satisfied. Over the next few minutes she relaxed and then, to my surprise, began softly crying. Not knowing what was wrong, I tried to comfort her and find out what the matter was.

The story came out that she was married to a man with a spinal cord injury. Sex had become a focal point. She loved him deeply, but while he had apparently put his life back together again in terms of successfully dealing with the outside world, he had absolutely shut down when it came to sexual relations with Lydia. Her intimacy with me had ushered in feelings of disloyalty, anger, shame and guilt. I was at a loss about how to respond but knew instinctively that the best thing was to keep her talking. At some point she mentioned that his inability to sustain an erection had seemingly gutted his self-image as a sexual being. That made me think of Stephen, and I asked if all men with a spinal cord injury have ED? Her response was a short course about SCI and its potential effects upon men’s sexuality.

A bell went off in my mind. I reminded her of the pleasure she had recently experienced and asked her to remember what it was that I had done to overcome her hesitancy and taken her over the top. I asked if there was any reason why her husband couldn’t do the same thing? Realizing what I was saying, her eyes brightened. “No. None,” she said. “OK, so let me teach you how to teach him,” I replied.

Subsequently, Lydia told her husband that one of her female contacts in a SCI network had told her about a sexual technique that was simply amazing, and could she get him to try it? He agreed. With a little practice it was obvious to him she loved what he was doing for her and that she was, if anything, more orgasmic than before his accident. Did it restore his erection? No, but it restored the intimacy between them and now that he truly believed Lydia was sexually satisfied he began feeling better about himself. His attitude turned around because he no longer felt the crushing weight of his perceived inadequacy. No longer having to tiptoe around the painful sexual disconnect that had grown between them, these two people who loved each other very much were able to proceed with their relationship.

For my part, I broached to Stephen what I thought would be a very difficult subject. My fears were unfounded. He looked at me like I was from another planet and declared, “Of course I can’t get a hard on! Nothing works from the waist down!” All my friends thought I was a salesman, so I made up a story about how a guy at work had a brother who was in a chair and found out about this fantastic technique, blah, blah, blah. Stephen wasn’t aware of the method, so I told him I’d find out more. After he had the whole story I never asked how it worked for him (women reading these words will be surprised at this statement, but guys just don’t talk about this sort of thing very much), but he always seemed to have a girlfriend, and if I went over to his place on a weekend morning he was rarely alone. Like I said, I never asked, but when a woman is cooking breakfast, happy, smiling and whistling to herself, I think I can guess how things went last night.