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About the author:
With the permission of his patients, he decided to publish their diaries in a series of books that may be a great help to all men facing the same problem as his patients.
What inspired you to write your book?
Mark is just one of the patients who gave me the permission to tell his story about how much bigger penis improved his life, sex and confidence.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Leah drags me into her bedroom. It’s dark, but, as far as I can tell, even if it were day, everything would still be in dark shades. Only two thick red candles are burning, melting like blood over skull-shaped candelabra.
– It’s nice in here…
– Silence, slave! – She screams and cracks her whip right next to me. I flinch at the crack.
She knocks me down onto the bed and starts sliding her lips across my chest. She rolls her tongue around my nipple and then bites it. Too hard. I scream.
– Silence! You’re too loud, slave. – She says and puts the ball gag in my mouth.
Then she ties my hands to the frame of the bed above my head, using straps she prepared earlier. She ties my legs the same way. I break out in sweat, because I don’t like losing control. I’m not sure this was a good idea. Everything’s fine, Mark, don’t panic. A new experience. It will be all right.
As if she can feel the tension building up inside me, Leah puts her lips back on my skin and slides them gently around my navel. I get an instant hard-on. She takes it in her hand and moves her lips from my stomach to my cock. Oh, fuck. She gives such a good head. I’m trying to tell her she’s going too fast, but all I can produce is mumbling.
Leah stretches her arm across my chest and grabs something from the nightstand. She opens it in her hand. Reddish light dances on the blade. Fucking razor. No! Bitch, let me go. I swear and curse, but mghmmgnngh! is all that’s coming from my mouth.
She takes the razor and runs the blunt side of the blade across my stomach. I shiver under the touch of cold steel. She circles it around the penis and the testicles. Just one wrong move and I’ll be singing soprano. Oh, fuck, what have I gotten myself into? I should have read it in her eyes. The chick is FUCKING crazy.
She slides the razor upwards. Circling around the nipples. I’m breaking out in a cold sweat, but if she must cut something, I prefer this over peeing sitting down for the rest of my life. She raises the razor to my neck. Shit!
I move my wrists so I could loosen the straps around my hands. She slides the sharp side of the blade across my cheek. I feel something warm running down my chin and neck. She’s cut me. The bitch’s cut me.