(THE WAY TO BECOME) THE SENSUOUS MAN

• Back in the early days of this blog, I wrote about some cheapie knock-off version of this very book, which was called THE SENSUAL MALE. It was penned by that well-known stud Paul Warren – whom nobody had ever heard of, I suppose. It was published by Pinnacle Books, which, coincidentally, started out as a subsidiary of Bee-Line Books, a porn “house” for books with titles like HER HORNY UNCLE and writers using pseudonyms like “Dick Waggin”. I swear that one time I saw a Bee-Line book written under the name “U.R. Dumb”. So much for respecting one’s readers, eh?
  
  Anyway, (THE WAY TO BECOME) THE SENSUOUS MAN was a follow-up to Lyle Stuart Company’s previous best-seller, (THE WAY TO BECOME) THE SENSUOUS WOMAN. If memory serves, I haven’t read that one, mostly because I guess I don’t want to become a sensuous woman. Never would have had the knack for it regardless. I can say with all certainty.
  
  Written by “M” (another great unknown sex advisor), (THE WAY TO BECOME) THE SENSUOUS MAN has what looks to be the subtitle of “The first how-to book for the man who wants to be a great lover”. What “M” hopes to teach you, at least according to the introduction, are the following lessons:
  
  · How to banish premature ejaculation.
  · How to become expert at some of the great erotic techniques that have been known to superb lovers for centuries, such as “The Velvet Buzz Saw”, “The Runaway Pinch”, “The Butterfly Flick”, “The Easy Rider” and other delights.
  · Where to meet women.
  · How to master the art of prolonged lovemaking.
  · How to be a good sexual conversationalist.
  · How to achieve the ability to drive a woman almost insane with ecstasy.
  
  With chapters like “Getting It Up and Keeping It Up – Farewell to Premature Ejaculation, Inability to Ejaculate and Impotence”, “Orgasm – Yours” and “Orgasm – Hers”, this book is FULL of things that your likely to forget once you’re in bag deep. There’s also a “handy” chapter on Masturbation.
  
  BUT…..my favorite chapter is called “Party Sex”, which features lists called “Good Points About Orgies” and “Bad Points About Orgies”. Written during an era where “Aids” was the name of a diet candy (spelled “Ayds” though; anyone here remember them? They were similar to caramels and were supposed to be an appetite suppressant), the biggest thing talked about here is possibly contracting (“Oh, Lord, No!”)….a venereal disease.
  
  Plus the fact(s) that you may be partnered up with someone you’re not attracted to, the possibility of getting involved in sado-masochistic games you’re not able to handle and the chance someone could be filming the whole thing to show at your next Lodge meeting.
  
  Imagine, you’re 45 years old, wearing antlers as part of some secret fraternity rite and viola, for the evening’s entertainment, your pimply ass is being projected onto a white sheet movie screen on the meeting hall wall. Thanks, but no thanks. Wearing antlers is humiliating enough on its own.
  
  An interesting technique written about within the book’s pages: giving head to a shot glass as an exercise in tongue control (no thanks, I get enough tongue control answering a business phone and making it dodge and duck while I eat so that I don’t bite down on it).
  
  While it was an interesting, sometimes amusing experience to read this book, I have to say that it really wasn’t for me. Not that I’m exceptionally skilled in the “amore” department, but I think that the most beautiful thing about intimacy is that it’s better when it’s one on one and monogamous.
  
  I’m old fashioned enough to believe that one should be in love with their sex partner because that makes it special and not just some random, animalistic act. The beauty of her face during her orgasm is exquisite and worth everything you had to do to get her to that point.
  
  If you can use this book to make it better between you and your lady love, more power to you. On the other hand, if you are going to use this book to nail multiple women with self-esteem issues, then you are a degenerate swine and I hope you are shot by some jealous boyfriend while you’re on the downstroke.
  
  ‘Nuff said?