Everything I Learned from O-Man, L.A.'s Orgasm Whisperer

glamour.com:

By At the start of 2021, I was as miserable and lonely as anyone else, but I was primarily very bored. I was only semi-employed, wounded by a , and living in a small, non-smoking apartment in my Southern California hometown filled with tacky turtle sculptures.

The only non-relative I saw regularly was a part-time male model with a defined iliac furrow who came over once a week for , sans all but the most minimal verbal exchanges (that part was excellent).

Aching for company, I developed an addiction to .One night, while watching The Rules of Attraction amongst the turtles, I was scrolling on a particularly humiliating app when I received a like from a man who dubbed himself “The O-Man.” O-Man’s first picture showed an average-looking white guy in his thirties: brown hair, a soft smile.

But the rest of the pictures were screenshots of texts—they said things like “daddy you made me come so hard I passed out” and “daddy you made me come 10 times in a row.” His bio read “literal body genius,” with a link to describing him as “the Valley’s secret orgasm whisperer.”In her piece, sex writer and educator Isabelle Kohn described The O-Man as a personal trainer who had developed innovative physical methods for making women orgasm, over and over, including those who had never been able to come before.