Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

However, once she appreciated that I had a brain as well as a body, her attitude to me changed. As I had also owned a successful international publishing business she began to include me in some of her business discussions. However, she was very careful not to let me get too close to her operation and I understood her caution.

One thing that did change was the energy she bought to our fucking friendship. She now saw me in a new light and like most women became much more aroused by the fantasy that my total masculinity promised.

I came to understand her every mannerism when she wanted to fuck me. It could be something as simple as the way she looked at me when we were amongst her female guests, or it could simply be the way she touched me as she glided past during her busy socializing in a crowded room. Whatever cue she gave me, I would know that at the end of the night she wanted me back at her place when I’d finished all my other ‘duties’ with her guests.

She also knew my physical capacities and when I would need to use my erection injections, so she always kept a supply of my injection fluid in her refrigerator – for any personal or party ‘emergency’.

Over the next two decades my He Whoring was interrupted by another committed relationship where I was monogamous. Both my long-term partners were beautiful, delightful ladies, but over time both relationships fell apart either due to ‘boring’ sex and/or few common interests. I guessed, as this seemed a recurring theme, that the problem was not them, but me. The longer we were together the less sex we shared. At this stage of my life I had enjoyed a long history of being tantalized by very erotically charged women.

However, with each of my long-term relationships, sex died very soon into each relationship – some for obvious reasons, such as one was a lesbian and the other a workaholic. During my periods of monogamy with my partners we drifted into a pattern of sex, at most, twice a year. Sex had become mundane and boring!

Near the end of my last long-term relationship, I developed aggressive prostate cancer! Research is inconclusive, but there does seem to be a link between a poor sex life and prostate cancer in men. I had gone from an active sex life to zero in the previous ten years and I’m certain it was the cause for my cancer.

One of the many side-effects of radical prostate surgery is erectile dysfunction. Despite an excellent surgeon, most of the nerves to my cock had been destroyed during the operation. I couldn’t complain, as without surgery I wouldn’t have been alive. However, I now needed a prosthetic to enable an erection to satisfy a partner. This operation had another unfortunate side-effect in that it considerably reduced the size and girth of my cock.

Fortunately, due to my ‘starting point’ before the operation, I now had a ‘normal’ size cock and still ample left to satisfy women. I also no longer ejaculated and had little penile sensitivity, so sex wasn’t stimulating at all. However, I could now offer my sexual partner a rock-hard erection, for as long as she required, without any effort on my part.

It wasn’t all bad!

So, although my sexual capabilities remained after my treatment, I decided my days as a He Whore were finished and I lamented it not!

To many this may sound depressing, but it really didn’t worry me that much. I had enjoyed an extraordinary sex life, enough for ten men.

Also, despite my lack of sensations, I could still enjoy giving pleasure to women!

None of the skills I had developed over the previous four decades in pleasing women were lost. So, I decided to concentrate on being the best yoni massage therapist I could be as I knew there was an aching need for this therapy in society.

This was now a new century and a totally different sexual climate. Political correctness was rife as was rabid conservatism. However, as with all periods of prohibition, a thriving underground develops. So, it was with yoni massage therapy.

What had once been a service offered by the medical profession up until the late 1950’s, was now undertaken by ‘professionals’ such as myself. Intriguingly, most yoni massage therapists were female, which, in itself, could be material for another book. As I was one of a few male therapists offering this service, I had limited competition for this service and gradually built up a good clientele.

I promoted my therapeutic service initially via my website; vaginations.com. However, I found that this site limited my client base and decided to expand via another site; yonimassages.com.

My greatest joy was to offer sexual healing and orgasmic delight through my therapy and watch women glow and grow.

I met so many wonderful people through this therapeutic service.

Around half of my yoni massage clients suffered from either physical or emotional distress. Physical symptoms included menstrual or menopausal pain or issues caused by emotional distress from rape or physical abuse earlier in their lives.

The other half of clients just wanted to realise a satisfactory sexual experience and possible multiple orgasms.

As I concentrated more of my emotional energy into each therapy session, I established an amazing connection with each client and achieved wonderful orgasmic results for each woman. In my previous career as a male escort offering yoni massage as an option, I was often requested to complete a therapy session with penetrative sex. This, not unexpectedly, was an obvious expectation for a woman when hiring my services as a sex worker. However, in the many years promoting myself exclusively as a genuine yoni massage therapist after my cancer, I only needed to utilize my cock on a very few occasions to complete a therapy session.

My range of yoni massage clients varied considerably.

Some of those who stand out in my memory, include, Trudy, a woman in her late 30’s who, like many women, was a ‘giver’ during sex and never made her needs felt. Hence, she was continually dissatisfied during sex, as her partners would climax quickly leaving her ‘high and dry’. She had got to a stage in her life that she seriously doubted she could orgasm, other than by self-stimulation. She desperately wanted to have a family and was aware of her ‘body clock ticking’.

Like many clients, she booked a yoni massage – as a ‘last resort’.

Trudy preferred the therapy in her home. I would always sit and chat with every client prior to therapy. Although there is usually an email dialogue prior to a booking, there are always many more questions that are asked when we first met ‘in the flesh’. Once, she was relaxed and at ease to have me in her home, we adjourned to her bedroom. She had set up candles, soft music and dim lights to create an erotic atmosphere, similar to the one I used in my studio.

Within half an hour I could feel her body pulsating as the effects of the sensual stimulation of her yoni intensified. Her vaginal cavity had expanded considerably, much more than I was accustomed to with most women and not long after she climaxed with a force that surprised her.

I maintained a connection, using my hands, between her heart chakra and her yoni chakra for some time after her initial orgasm. By doing this I could ‘feel’ her energy and balance it with mine.

Gradually, her yoni began to open even further and in these circumstances I would ask a client if she would like me to engorge her with my fist. Although still in a state of bliss from her waves of orgasms, she nodded and I continued and enhanced the slow process of an internal massage of her yoni.

Eventually, my whole fist engorged her! Her extent of vaginal expansion was unusual in a woman who had never given birth and hence I was cautious not to hurt her. I then began stimulating her g-spot with the knuckle of my thumb, while I gently continued my massage of her whole vaginal cavity with my fist. Her whole body began to ‘pulse’ on my fist as I began a slightly more intense thrusting motion.