In the early 1980s I quit concentrating on cuties and massaged thousands of assorted men and women, 20-something to elderly, all sizes, shapes, colors, persuasions, etc. Most of them wanted happy endings. If I was attracted to them I was happy to oblige. If not, I'd say I wasn't that kind of masseur. They'd leave unhappy, and I wouldn't feel good either. So I tried a couple, and they weren't bad. Actually they were enjoyable. I never would have believed it, but, as long as I could trust them, bringing anyone to orgasm was fascinating. We're all just folks, with perfectly fine tingly portions.

On to shimmering orgasms