Note: I took a recent litmus test poll to gauge attitude about a retroactive review of my third trip to MLBR. I was pleasantly surprised that the results showed support. In and since my 1000th post two months ago I have been in a somewhat reflective mood. I have had amazing and literally life changing experiences at the ranches but was conflicted by the fact that most of the ladies I have partied with are no longer here. Still, the recent HBO episode got me thinking and reminiscing. I had wondered in my 1000th what form a retroactive review would take, and I guess my only answer is – this! Thus, grab your favorite beverage as I present, without further ado, the prequel to my previous (and first) report as I wrap up the year! Introduction: The Context CoCo Brantely: My first… a special position that comes with the inevitable quality of always being the standard against which all future experiences are compared. CoCo is a sweet, petite, southern belle that won Bunny of the Month accolades, had a grand following, and enough reviews to make my meager words simply inadequate. The experiences we shared are, unfortunately, fit for other retroactive reviews (if anyone’s interested) and too numerous to include herein. Cheyenne Capri: Gorgeous, witty, funny, smart… there are too many words I can use to describe her. She consistently defied and surpassed expectations. Our personalities complemented each other uniquely, and we grew to establish a level of comfort and rapport that was grand, unique, and simply amazing. My first trip to the Bunny Ranch happened shortly after my first post on this board. It was a magnanimous undertaking for a variety of reasons. My appointment was … my first (CoCo Brantley for those that can’t read two paragraphs above ) I had met many other ladies after that first party and remember that I was briefly introduced to Cheyenne. I didn’t have the confidence I now possess nor was I attuned to protocol, so we didn’t talk much or at all. Perhaps, I was simply in too much shock that first night to be a conversationalist. Still, the encounter was memorable enough to recall it now. By late that same year, CoCo and Cheyenne had grown the tremendous friendship that those of us on the board at that time were witness to. A few episodes of Season 3 had aired on HBO. Some fun threads preceded and followed. It was then that fate intervened to allow me to schedule my second very short notice trip. CoCo was, again, my appointment. I was delighted to be formally introduced to Cheyenne. During that trip, Cheyenne and I got to hang out. We talked. Interacted. Drank lots of alcohol, too! I’ve said before that I felt an immediate connection. I remember being genuinely excited! That leads us to the fact that one of the great mysteries of my life is why we didn’t party then. I’m not sure if it was a feeling that by the time I had the opportunity I didn’t feel that I had the energy or ‘resources’ to book the type of party that I felt she and I deserved. Another explanation is that I fell into a mental trap where I felt genuinely anxious and scared that life wouldn’t live up to expectations. I like to think that I was just a plain ol’ dumb dumb that weekend. Likely, it was a combination of all the above. Still, on the night before I left I did make a commitment to come back. Our saying goodbye was very reminiscent of one a client would have with a girl he had already partied with. I actually spent my flight back kicking myself. A simple feeling of certainty materialized: this was something I had to do, and it was important. At home, I was a man on a mission and proceeded to make things a reality and to hell with any cons about having another trip so soon! This was a big deal. It was the first time I was making an initial appointment with someone other than CoCo. It was also the shortest time between trips, by several magnitudes, I have ever had. It was also the first trip that had been completely set by appointment – I had previously let my whims guide me after the initial party. Here, I knew who I wanted to spend my time with – Cheyenne Capri and CoCo Brantely. The dates were set, arrangements were made, and the trip became reality. Chapter 1 – The Journey In one of the two times the travel gods smiled upon me on my ventures out to Carson City, the flight in was uneventful. I arrived on time, claimed my bags, and found a limo from the ranch waiting for me. It speaks volumes about the friendship between CoCo and Cheyenne that CoCo actually arranged for both my transportation to and my accommodations at Moonlite. I made a quick pit stop in Reno (back then I had to book a ‘cover’ hotel), and, heart pounding, anxious and excited beyond belief, was on my way. The drive in to Carson was one that I had experienced before, and this was also neither my first nor second trip. When I received a text from Cheyenne wondering if I could do her a favor I had a “Halt, Driver!” moment (read: I politely asked him to pull over) Soon, my orders were in and the mission was laid out: retrieve a very specific beverage from a certain ubiquitous coffee establishment… an order that many board members and Cheyenne admirers know all too well. Fortunately, we had not yet passed the last outlet of civilization where our task could be accomplished. This was a good idea as I, after a long flight from the Midwest and very little sleep in my anticipation, could definitely use the caffeine as well. The limo parked, a brief interlude ensued, and, coffee in hand, we were again on our way. Chapter 2 – Through the doors I go and emerge in Bunnyland! I have yet to ring a doorbell on a brothel door. The drivers I am with seem to always do this for me. On arrival, bags and coffee in hand, this again occurred. The doors open and to my gleeful joy Cheyenne was there to greet me. This was actually a first for me. We hugged and I, flustered, tilted the drink holder enough to spill some coffee on my hand but managed to avoid any damage to anyone (and I’m not sure anyone noticed). I handed the package over safe and secure, and was greeted with another beaming smile. My Bungalow – it’s strange to say, but chance had actually placed me in the same room at MLBR during all my stays there. It’s a grand room – roomy bed, decorated tastefully, fireplace, bear skin rug, couch, big screen TV, private well-lit bathroom, and dimmers galore. After enough stays, or days, in a room you begin to notice the particulars and have reactions like ‘hey, that’s new!’ And that was definitely the feeling I had towards that room. Things are always changing at the Bunny Ranch, for the better, thanks to Dennis! We moved through the parlor and out the back door as Cheyenne led me to the bungalow where I would be staying. I put my bags down and Cheyenne and I plopped down on the couch, chatting, laughing, catching up for a little bit, and sharing stories. However, I did have to settle in so we agreed to meet back in the parlor soon. I hurried to get ready, unpack, and get at least a little of the airplane staleness off myself and then it was off to the parlor. Cheyenne texted me that she would be there soon so I proceeded to one of my usual perches on the couches. I met and chatted a little with Audrey Maxx Valentine and Paris Michaels. I remember waving hi to Sunny Lane who was at the bar, as we had talked some on my previous trip. Cheyenne came back to the parlor and we continued our conversations from earlier. We goofed around a bit on her computer, I showed her a few videos (namely the Cathouse parodies from Collegehumor), and we generally just had a grand time talking about everything and nothing. I do believe CoCo was around at least in part, but did leave us alone to get better acquainted. At one point I think we also may have engaged in conversation with Brooke Taylor. We were just so comfortable that eventually the afterthought came in that went something like “oh yeah, we actually do need to book something, don’t we?” So, off we went to the room Cheyenne shared with CoCo. Negotiations were delightfully simple. She asked how much I was willing to spend, I gave her a range, and to my utter surprise and genuinely blissful appreciation she gave me an offer for an overnighter. I readily accepted, thinking that I would have been willing to give a limb to spend a whole night with this gorgeous, smart, and extremely cool girl and here all she was asking for was money! (that I had! lol) So, we went to the cashier and made things official and I kept all my body parts intact. Chapter 3 – Dinner I mentioned that it was probably something like 12 hours since I had eaten anything and we planned on going out to dinner. We got ready, and then spent some more time in the parlor waiting for our limo ride. Dinner was a Ti Amo’s at the Fandango. I was excited because during my last trip I arrived late after the restaurants were closed save for the 24 hour grill. We ordered appetizers and Cheyenne chose the wine. I still remember what food we ordered. One of the cashiers asked us to bring back a salad, and we were only too happy to oblige to get one to go. I can say to a certainty that calling Cheyenne Capri an outstanding conversationalist is an understatement. With us, everything was easy going and there was never a period of silence. Have you ever had an experience where someone defied expectations and went beyond first impressions? I had several of those with regard to Cheyenne that trip but the most memorable was during dinner. I can’t believe I was able to sit there with a straight face while internally I had a feeling of utter awe and wonderment as I considered how lucky and simply fortunate I was to be there, with her, in that moment. I honestly felt unworthy to an extent. In that instant, there is no one else I would have wanted to have dinner with and nowhere else I wanted to be. Chapter 4 – Night One: Cheyenne Capri Dinner was finished, and we even had some leftovers to be enjoyed later which we left for safe keeping in the kitchen fridge. After some preparing, and what I shall term “dealing with unexpected situations” we found ourselves again in my bungalow. The inevitable question, that I never knew the answer for, came up – “so, what do you like to do?” I answered honestly that I didn’t know, as even after everything I still considered myself inexperienced. At that time I was internally almost a nervous wreck: I remember thinking that I really liked this girl, and the buildup and anticipation caused my pulse to quicken as my heart raced. I mentioned this, to her surprise, as I generally keep a very cool and calm outward demeanor. We again fell into a pattern of just talking as we sat on the couch, listened to music, and enjoyed each other’s company. After a while, we moved to the bed but again we just kept talking. The nervousness had disappeared and was replaced by a feeling of complete calm and serenity. I felt and remarked that I actually didn’t feel pressured to do anything. We were just lay there together, she and I, for a long time and let the cares of the world slip away. The “main event” became almost another afterthought. It was something that we both wanted to do but it was hard to be torn away from what we had and potentially ‘ruin’ it. When it began however, the latter couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Amidst all this, we decided to stay up all night together. At one point, Cheyenne asked if she could bring CoCo in to join us. At the time, I was a believer in finishing a complete party before joining and expanding into the realm of two-girl parties but I resolved to definitely make sure to have it happen the following night. The activities continued through sunrise, only interrupted due to the natural end of the fact that the bungalows are stacked very well with Bunny Water. Eventually, we groggily emerged and ventured into the kitchen to grab and make use of our leftovers. I was too exhausted to even want to heat any of my food up! CoCo was around at that time, we gave her a weary thumbs up (not literally), and she let me know that I should get my rest and then let her know what time we were getting together that day for our session. Cheyenne and I made our way back to the bungalow and spent some more time together until, alas, it was time to part. I had to get at least a little sleep to build my strength up and she had an appointment in the middle of the day. Chapter 5 – Day Two: CoCo Brantley A short-lived nap gave me a burst of new energy as I got ready, finished up something I had to take care of for work, texted CoCo, and once again found myself in the parlor. There I met more ladies. We started chatting, but CoCo arrived and though neither of us would have minded the company the couch across from us emptied very quickly. I remember thinking, and still do, that this was very novel and amusing. Since my first trip CoCo never shied away from introducing me to any of the other ladies and we always had grand discussions together. The time had arrived and I found myself again in negotiations. Our negotiations together were at the point where the majority was spent talking about completely unrelated things until we remembered that there was actually a purpose to being in that room at that time. The actual ‘negotiation’ part took just seconds really. I let her know that I wanted to ‘combine the fun’ later on and we made plans to make sure the day worked out to let us do that. This was CoCo and I’s fourth party together but the first time we had partied in a bungalow. Our parties always started off with a massage with this being no exception. It was sensual and sweet and we tried new things. We made use of the bear skin rug by the fireplace, and the party ended with us just sitting in bed and talking. Near the end, our party was ‘crashed’ by the most welcome of visitors. Imagine a moment where a clothed Cheyenne comes in and jumps on a corner of the bed with a quasi ‘what’s up guys?’ attitude. Cheyenne still had an appointment coming up, but we all made tentative plans for later. The ladies left my side and it was time yet again to prepare. Chapter 6 – Parlor Interlude for the Chronologically Challenged and “You Can Disappear in the Bunnyranch and Not Even Know there’s Filming Going On” Pulling an all-nighter seems to have a side-effect on me of both compressing and distorting time. I cannot exactly place the order of certain events but do know that I am fairly certain that they occurred on Day Two: The ladies from Chapter 5 I met briefly were Maya Love, Laci Ann, and Anna Suvari. Barbie Bentley was there as well but I didn’t meet her formally then. I didn’t have a chance to say I was a board member, so I understand why the meeting ended up being so brief. At some point during the day, before my party with CoCo, that I met Cheyenne in the parlor. We casually greeted each other like we hadn’t seen each other in a long while, and then we sat together for a bit. I do believe I spent time chatting with Brooke Taylor that night as well while I was with CoCo. I also chatted more with Beatrice Maddox, Cheyenne’s roommate. I also met Kacey Jordan. Dennis had offered to take CoCo, Cheyenne, and I to dinner that evening but a TV network (I believe it was ABC) was doing a taping that night. To answer everyone’s fears: it’s definitely possible and very likely that a taping will not effect your trip at all unless someone told you something was going on somewhere! Just to be safe, my party and hangout time with CoCo and Cheyenne was planned strategically to avoid them. Unfortunately, the taping ran late and inevitably the dinner with Dennis never materialized. Late that night, as we were waiting for transportation to get food, I remember the parlor being extremely crowded in front of the flatscreen TV as watched a network airing a story about a proposed tax on brothels and various personalities, including Dennis and Cheyenne, were interviewed. Cheyenne remarked that she hoped that she made sense in her interview (she was perfect and poised) and I asked Dennis about the prospects of the law coming to pass. Amidst all this, I also remember briefly meeting Cheyenne’s other appointment for the day. I always enjoy meeting other clients, but in this case things had a “have fun, work up an appetite, ‘cause you’ll need the food to build up your strength for what’s going to happen after” attitude attached to it. Chapter 7 – What Meal Comes after Dinner? It was pretty late by the time we were all ready to go. Dennis wasn’t able to come to dinner with us because the taping with ABC had gone on too long. Nevertheless, we had his blessing to go together and we had use of the limo. I was starting to feel the lack of sleep. Imagine sharing a ride with two beautiful ladies and having to worry about drifting in and out of reality? Thank god for the limos stocking a bit of Red Bull! With the help of caffeine and a lot of will power we arrived at Fandango. After hours dining involved the Palm Court Grill. Imagine walking through a public place escorted by two ladies. It’s a great feeling indeed! I remember that we had had a sarcastic wise-cracking waiter. I felt a bit of closure because on the last trip I had ordered a ruben that I had to take as leftovers but then forgot! So, for the sake of cosmic closure I ordered and finished that sandwich! Additionally, those leftovers had originally been meant for Cheyenne last time so it was nice to be able to feed her as well. The food was good, and we all caught up and enjoyed some chit chat. But, basically, were all just building up strength for what was to come. Chapter 8 – Night Two aka “OMG! Wow, did we just actually do that?” On the trip back, I again struggled heroically to keep myself amongst the world of the living. On arrival, I loaded up on more caffeine, and we went off to CoCo’s room to negotiate. This was more of a social event, but the negotiations were simplistic and happened in there somewhere. CoCo and Cheyenne needed a bit of time to prepare so off I went to my bungalow to do the same. The party was something I can’t describe with allusion or metaphor as that would cause a disservice to the imagination of the reader. Simply put, it was a two girl party + two girl show + bondage tape. CoCo had acquired the tape, and was eager to try it out. Bondage tape really isn’t as scary as it sounds, but is just strong enough to restrain and give the experience a whole new dimension. Imagine being restrained as two girls you know very well ravish and take turns with each other in front of you, on the same bed, while teasing you all the same. It was mind blowing, like something out of a video except happening right then and there and I was a principal actor! Eventually, after my frustration loosened my bonds enough I was released and was able to fully participate in action. With regard to that part, however, I will be gentlemanly and leave up to the reader’s imagination. I will say that originally we had thought of recreating the scenario many remember from “CoCo and Cheyenne’s Bath Photos” but this proved to be much more singular and unique. If the visual part of my brain could have retired after that night, it would have lived happily on the images contained therein alone! In the afterglow we lay there, all three together, by the fireplace talking about everything. I remember seeing the sun rise yet again as we became silly and came up with creative ideas for threads on the message board. A list called Oneguyil’s Sex Tips emerged based on our mutual experiences together. I think another related (and private) list came out of that dealing with things Oneguyil would like to experiment with and try so as to add to Oneguyil’s Sex Tips. Alas, no time with either CoCo or Cheyenne was enough and it was time to part. I would be flying out very shortly and both ladies had even less sleep than I. We said our goodbyes and pledged to meet each other in the parlor for breakfast. Chapter 9 – The Final Morning I have somehow always managed to not oversleep at the ranch. I had time for exactly a one hour nap and this is exactly what I got. I packed, got ready, texted the girls, and headed to the parlor. Alas, they were apparently so tired and exhausted that I received no reply. The cashiers took it upon themselves to page CoCo’s room a few times but they were truly gone far into dreamland! Dennis was leaving for the airport with Kacey Jordan at the time and offered to have me ride with him. I stuck to my guns, however, and held out for the off chance to see CoCo and Cheyenne again as I hung out in the parlor and reminisced about my experiences that weekend and basked in the afterglow. That morning I was approached by and met Audrey. The usual question of “how long are you here for” was answered with “oh, about 15 more minutes…” We chatted for a few minutes before Audrey excused herself as it was still morning and very early in Bunnyranch terms. I also formally met and talked with Barbie Bentley. She of course asked the same leading question. We also chatted for a bit, we actually did stumble upon the fact that I was a board member, and she resolved to ‘stalk’ me after finding out who I was. We did keep in touch for a little bit. All too soon it was time to take my leave. The driver helped me load my bags, and I said goodbye to the staff. The drive to the airport was uneventful as we talked about a bit of politics and energy policy as he pointed out a geothermal power plant. I started getting texts as I cleared security as Cheyenne, CoCo, and I exchanged regrets at not being able to see each other and say our formal goodbyes that morning. Cheyenne and I promised that there would be a next time where we would make up for that technicality and we would repeat the great times we had. I grabbed a quick bite at the terminal and was finally aboard my flight. Imagine being stuck in a middle seat on one of the last boarding groups on a Southwest flight, squeezed and uncomfortable beyond belief but still passing out quickly to a blissful sleep that lasted the duration with dreams of things that were and things that were to be. I smiled internally at the thought that there’s even a remote chance that I had been the one that made two ladies so exhausted that they couldn’t bring themselves to wake up the next day… Epilogue That trip was the last time I saw CoCo as within the next month or two her activity on the board diminished and she lapsed into a state most of us know simply as “retirement.” Cheyenne too left the ranch for a while, very shortly after the events of this report, to reemerge again briefly a few months later at The Love Ranch. When that occurred I was simply overjoyed and ecstatic. I didn’t want to take any chances, and since I am a man to keep his word I made sure that an appointment was scheduled so that the ‘next time’ we talked about came to fruition. Mischief and mayhem ensued as Cheyenne and I were up to no good one last time in my next trip. This was a trip of many firsts and unique situations. Where else but the ranch can you party with your first and your last, at the same time, in a metaphysical or cosmic culmination of sorts? Due to the events to transpire, Oneguyil’s Sex Tips never became a thread along with several other ideas. Still, in retrospect I don’t think I would take anything back form that trip. Having a fondness for firsts, I will attempt to list as many of them as I can remember from that trip. In many of those cases some could say that my __________ (insert situation from below here) virginity was taken! Oneguyil’s List of Firsts From Trip Three: First time booking all ladies by appointment in advance First appointment with someone other than CoCo First time I had met everyone I had partied with before First time I was greeted at the door by a lady First time at Ti Amo’s, and first time I was able to have a real outdate dinner as part of a party First time I only partied with two ladies the whole trip First time I partied in a bungalow First trip where all my parties occurred in the bungalow First overnighter all-nighter First time drinking that much water during a party First time I didn’t forget leftovers at Fandango First time by a fireplace First time on a bear skin rug First time using bondage tape First time having the word ‘bondage’ come up in a party at all First time I think I only got 6 hours of sleep the whole weekend First time I was so booked and busy that I didn’t get to spend hours “hanging out in the parlor” as had been my custom Reflections: Apparently, straight men can be ‘in the moment’ so much that they can bring themselves to refuse two girl parties and still be okay with that the morning after. Granted, we will try hard to rectify the situation at the earliest possible opportunity. I have already mentioned that I find myself in a situation where most of the ladies I have partied with are gone from the ranch. This only means that everyone has to take these experiences for what they are. These are great memories, great connections, experiences, glimpses, and moments in time. I may be wrong but there is a chance I could have been the last client, or at least board member, involved in a two girl party with CoCo and Cheyenne. So, at least perhaps I will have a footnote somewhere in the private history of Moonlite. Treasure the moments and connections that you have. The ranch is a great place that will give you some of the, if not the, most memorable experiences of your life. However, life is still what it is and thus, as with anything, people will inevitably move forward and keep carving their own stories. My stories are many, and I am glad that the ranch had been able to provide a venue where they could have been realized. Acknowledgements Board Members: Thank you to those that voted in my poll asking if I could post this review. I am humbled by your support and for the opportunity. Thank you as well to those that took time to reply to the thread. Thank you moderator Harold for expressing your support for the idea as well. Dennis and Suzette: Thank you for your hospitality and for always making arrangements to make sure things run as smoothly as possible. Dennis, we still have an outstanding rain check on dinner that I hope we will be able to resolve. The Staff of MLBR: Thank you, as always, for the conversation, courtesy, and hospitality. The place wouldn’t be the same without you. The Ladies of MLBR: To all those that were mentioned above, whether you are still active or not, thank you for your contributions to this trip. I always enjoy meeting new people and the conversation and company. I await for fate to intervene and let me come back. The Lucky iPhone: In theory, there’s an iPhone alive in this world that contains some devious, mischievous, and possibly evil but still very amazing and useful ideas from the very depths of the minds of the three stars of this report. I wish the best of luck to whomever emerges as the bearer of this information and I hope you find it useful. CoCo Brantley: You are my first, and thus have a special place with me forever. I wish you the best of luck in whatever endeavors you set yourself to. Thank you for making me comfortable, for introducing me to so many great people, and for making all experiences from first to last such that I wanted to come back to the ranch again and again. Cheyenne Capri: If I were to call the above lady the Alpha, you are therefore the Omega. With you I accomplished too many firsts to speak of. You have been a great friend, and I am fortunate to have been given the opportunities, however brief and fleeting, to get to know you at the ranches. Thank you for that and so many other things that you may not even realize you deserve credit for but yet I believe you do. I sincerely hope that fortune smiles upon you in your new beginnings and that the smile that so many of us adore stays forever.
WOW!! Fantastic review, onegyil! =D> =D> Very well witten and so detailed. The only criticism I have is you waited far too long to post it. Thanks for sharing your experiences.
Many of us experienced and fondly remember Miss CoCo Brantley (She was BOM (top booker) five times) and Miss Cheyenne Capri. I personally experienced CoCo seven times and had tried to book with Cheyenne. CoCo was my second bunny and was picked from a lineup based on her pictures. Pictures, Board Presence, PMs, E-Mails, Chat and RLRRs, such as this one, are a great way to get to know the ladies before arriving at the MLBR / TLR. Time spent at the bar and in the parlor are good ways to make final selections for a party. Everyone makes choices differently. There are, however, many successful techniques to select a lady for what for many of us what will be a life altering experience.
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it! I agree and do wish I would have gotten the nerve to post this up much earlier at a time when it would have helped the ladies involved. Still, I do hope that this writeup helps the ranch in general so others can read about the types of amazing experiences that we can come away with.
Thanks for your comments, Harold. I remember selecting CoCo because of her replies to my initial thread and due to other RLRRs from others in my same situation. Cheyenne, of course, I met at the ranch but thank her friendship with CoCo for the opportunity to get to know her better. The parlor, by far, has been the greatest deciding factor for me for everything but my first party. Nothing can beat meeting a lady in person. I have yet to select any ladies by lineup, however.
Wow, as I have reintroduced myself to the message board since returning to the ranch, I wanted to read some old ranch reports that infused myself and I was so happy to have found this little gem. oneguyil, I remember this weekend well, as with many others. I hope life and your trips to the BunnyRanch have given you much happiness over the years! I appreciate so much the detail. You are very thoughtful in your words, and for that I thank you! Not sure if you visit the ranches now, but would love to catch up if you ever find yourself in the vicinity of 69 Moonlite Road! Kisses.... CoCo Brantley
