Cocksmith

I was absurdly pleased, like a very apprentice cocksmith praised for the length of his stream, and to cover my embarrassment I turned the talk back to her problems.

His grin faded, and he looked earnest. “I'll try, Lucy. I really will.” He was suddenly not the confident cocksmith, but a little boy promising to make his mother proud of him.

“Well, let's just say you're a cocksmith and you know it puts my husband to shame.”, She whispered touching his chest.

When he reminds her during an argument that he has “produced” the sexual pleasure she desired, she responds, “An' don't that make your ass proud. Makes you the best cocksmith on South Street.

Fantasia, the guy who ran the circuit, was the biggest cocksmith in the world. He finally got arrested for molesting some chorus girl in her dressing room.

That was not my reason—I just was not a cocksmith—but I did start sleeping with Susie again on a regular basis.

Jack wasn't a private but a public man, not a country squire but a city slicker, not a home but a hotel room man, not a husband but a cocksmith, not an American saint but an insatiable extortionist.

Just a few names that might help you. Current and/or recent girlfriends. Turns out old Wayne was quite the cocksmith.