Maybe it's already happened to you.

There comes a time in everyone's life when they have to quit worrying about our wacky societal rules, and start learning on their own.

That time came to me on July 29, 2001. That was my birthday. I turned 30. It was a big deal to me. After all, none of us knows how much time we have left. My days are numbered, too.

I reflected back over my life so far and realized that I had spent 30 good years under the thumb of an oppressive American society where anything sexual, especially knowledge, was dangerous. Meanwhile I had struggled, tried and even occasionally succeeded in enjoying relations with the men in my life. But none of my relationships had resulted in marriage, and I was a 30 year-old, sexually underinformed, single woman on the way to becoming an old maid, at least in my own mind.

I live in a beautiful home in the western suburbs of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I drive a luxury sports car (a powder blue BMW convertible). I have a great job that pays enough to support most of my vices. By societal measures, my life has been a success.

My love life has been fairly typical. I'm reasonably conservative, but I've tried a few wild things on occasion. I've been told I'm pretty attractive, and I've learned enough about guys to get my fair share of dates. A couple of my relationships even become pretty serious, but at 30 I was not dating anyone regularly.

But on my 30th birthday I asked myself the life changing question, "Is this all there is?"

Well, you probably don't want to know every detail of my life since then, but I'll give you a few highlights. I decided it was finally time to break out of my shell. In many areas of my life, I started to open myself up to new experiences, and along the way I met a great guy (who is now my fiancee). And, as you'll read below, I learned a few things about my sexuality.

I met my fiancee in September. September 14. It was a Friday, and we were still all in shock from the World Trade Center bombings. I was out with some girlfriends from school, and we were drinking a toast to our classmates from college who died on September 11 (at that time we didn't know who they were, but many of our friends from school worked in NYC).

Anyway, the night went on, and we got more and more drunk. I had noticed a guy watching me from the bar, and when I got up for a trip to the loo, he came over and introduced himself. God, he was hot! He introduced himself, and we ended up talking for over two hours at the bar.

My friends were leaving at that point, and after all I had been drinking I thought I should too. Since I was obviously in no shape to drive, John offered to drop me back by my home. Although I would have said no two months earlier, the new me was coming out and I agreed.

Noone who has heard this story so far has been surprised that we ended up back at my place and on the couch. We made out a good bit, and somehow the conversation got around to oral sex (he insists to this day he didn't lead me there, but considering my state, I somehow think he did).

Well, to make an already long story short, John maneuvered me into agreeing to give him a blow job. Although I had dated a lot of guys, and even given a couple of them oral sex, I was pretty much scared stiff. And I liked this guy sooooo much. I was afraid that, if he didn't like it, I'd never see him again. So, in a move that I bet some of you can see yourselves doing, I pretended to pass out.

With how much I had to drink, I think it was believable. John was a gentleman; he laid me out on the couch with a blanket and left. Fortunately, he also left a note with his name and number.

Okay, so I made it this far, but now what? I knew if we started dating, the subject of oral sex would come up again.

Well, being the obsessive type that I am sometimes, I decided to find out everything I could that anyone out there knew about giving a great blow job. I took a week's vacation and immersed myself in the subject. I read books. I surfed the Internet. I watched videos and DVDs. I talked to friends (most of whom were as clueless as I was).

I doubt anyone has ever spent as much money and time as I did researching how to give the perfect blow job. And it paid off. Slowly I found tidbits of information here and there. I learned that there are specific techniques, tips, and methods that work, and many that didn't. I sorted through a lot of crap, but I found some real gems as well.

At the beginning of the week, I called John back. In a leap of faith, I not only set up a date for the weekend; I promised him the best blow job he had ever received. Even through the phone, I could feel his excitement at the idea--how badly he wanted it. I later learned that guys will do almost anything for a woman who can give them great oral sex.

So by now you're probably wondering how it went. Okay, you probably know, since I already told you he's my fiancee now. With all I had learned, I was more confident than I had ever been sexually, and I performed like a champ. I've added a few tricks since then, but 90% of what I know now I learned during that sleepless week of books, videos and surfing the 'net.

Of course, when my girlfriends heard about all of this, they wanted to know what I had learned. So I decided to write it all out. I approached this as methodically as I had my initial studies.

Despite the pressure from my friends, and spending almost all of my free time either with John or writing, it took me over two months to complete it.

When I completed this draft, I didn't know if it was any good or not. But I printed it out and gave it to a few of my friends. Their responses blew my socks off and gave me delicious chills. For example:

So, here I am, in 2002, letting you know that The Perfect Blow Job is available.

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You could duplicate my research. It would cost you over a little over $1,000.00 and at least a week of your time--and that's if you're a speed reader and don't like to sleep very much.

You could just keep going on like you have been. Yes, you could, but if you can only see 1% of the pleasure you'll get from this book, you'll know you can no longer remain the same, uninformed person any longer.

Or, you could obtain the keys to the kingdom. The knowledge that will open your mind to a whole new world. As they said in one of my favorite movies, "All I can do is open the door. Only you can walk through it."

What about me?

If you know me, you know I have a giving side to me. That's why I'm ready to virtually give away my hard-earned secrets to you.

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Or $2,500.

Or even $100, for that matter.

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Why so low? Well, as I've said, I want to help the world. It's time.

All in all, this may be the best deal of the 21st century.

At this point, it's up to you.

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After all, noone can or should handle your love life for you. Noone is going to walk up to you on the street and offer to teach you this stuff, and you sure won't learn it in school.

It's determined by you.

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Are you ready to take it?

Sincerely,

Michelle Quinlan
The Happiest Woman in the World

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