It wasn’t really “erectile dysfunction” – not exactly. I could get an erection and keep it hard for a good long time. The problem was getting it hard in the first place. Over the last few months, I seemed to have become a “slow starter”. After one too many encounters with women asking me “what’s wrong?” (thinking I wasn’t interested enough to get turned on), I decided it might be time to consult a doctor. I was told that...

My first visit to the clinic had been a whirlwind of surprises. I never even saw a doctor or a nurse, just the nurse’s kid sister Miriam. Miriam had tricked me and her sister, sneaking into the exam room and basically having her way with me. She was sexy as hell, and convinced me pretty quickly that I didn’t really have an E.D. problem, as long as my attention was focused on the enthusiastic and sexy attitude of the woman...