31 July 2014 10 comments

A friend of mine recently came to my office to discuss her proposed new business venture - a massage parlour. Her use of the term 'parlour' intrigued me as generally the term is used to infer that the massage will include hand relief for a man to the point of orgasm (aka a happy ending). I enquired with her if these were the type of massages she was considering and she said they were. I was surprised (although not much really shocks me these days) as her previous business was totally unrelated.

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24 July 2014 5 comments

In 1995 I started a premium rate phone dating service that quickly morphed into Australia's largest phone sex business. The business employed over 200 women who worked primarily from a large call centre but also sometimes from home. At its peak in the year 2000 we received 70,000 calls a month from around Australia. And they were charged at the bargain rate of $5.50 per minute! It gave me a good insight into male masturbation and what turns men on.

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10 July 2014 10 comments

Having your mother find your stash of Playboy magazines, along with a bottle of baby oil and a box of tissues, underneath your bed at the age of 13 is one of the most humiliating and harrowing events any teenage boy could face! Well this happened to me. One afternoon I was horrified when confronted by my stern looking mother who had placed my bag of magazines and 'masturbation necessities' on top of my bed. Due to the embarrassment we both felt, we never needed to talk about it. And I'm glad we didn't! This is not the sort of discussion a teenage boy wants to have with either parent. He's certainly not going to ever admit to masturbating even if he's caught out.

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3 July 2014 3 comments

A while back I was visiting a girlfriend who lived with another girl. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was in the lounge room watching the football. The two girls were trying on dresses in the bedroom. In walked the boyfriend of the other girl. He shook my hand and went straight to the fridge and knocked back a can of beer in one long gulp. He then asked me where his girlfriend was. I told him. Moments later my girlfriend walked out. Then I heard a few minutes of squealing. He then walked back out doing up his zipper, went straight to the fridge and downed another beer with just one long gulp. Then he left.

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