Sex Secrets From A Professional


Improving the quality of our sex life can have a major impact on the quality of our overall mental and physical well-being. It is the reason why sex professionals like myself are always excited to share sex tips and secrets with you! As a matter of fact, the secret to having great sex goes into the little details and actions that make the biggest difference in the quality of your sex life. We can explore sex secrets based on three different parts: foreplay, intercourse, and after sex.

FOREPLAY

Foreplay is the moment where all of the excitement and fun starts! Gentlemen, pay attention to this part because this is the part that the ladies love! For many who are shy, foreplay can be an awkward and intimidating experience but my secret advice is: fake it until you gain confidence! As perplexing as it may sound, having confidence in what you do will make you look attractive even if you have no clue what you are doing! Talk and act like you know what you are doing and over time you will eventually build that natural confidence. Starting sex off with confidence will help you more easily discover what stimulates your partner because each individual has different arousal points and preferences.

The great thing about foreplay is that it is not something to be rushed through. Take this time to slowly tease and explore your partner. If you feel nervous, wipe the sweat off your palms and take a deep breath! Let the nerves be excitement rather than fear. Do not feel as if you must desensitize yourself to the exhilaration of sex! What fun would sex be if it didn’t spark your senses of excitement and bewilderment!

The female anatomy also takes more time to get “turned-on” in comparison to that of men. On average it takes a woman 15 minutes to become fully aroused and ready for sex! Just like a beautiful flower, you must let her slowly bloom. Therefore, you can slow down foreplay by slowly or coyly undressing your partner one piece at a time. As you slowly lift up her shirt, softly kiss her side. As you gently unbutton her pants, kiss her navel and trace down with your lips. You can also make eye contact as you do this. Use your eyes to tease! Create anticipation! The secret weapon to foreplay is the anticipation or the absence of action in waiting for something new to happen. It is a deeply sensual and erotic aspect that many women deem as their number one turn-on!

In addition to the above, as you explore her body make mental notes. You can also integrate oral sex into the foreplay. Note where your partner gets chills down her body or where she satisfyingly moans as you mix up the moves. Try kissing or using the tip of your tongue to lightly brush against sensitive areas of her body such as the ears. Ears are another part of your body that can be easily aroused given all of the tiny embedded nerve-endings and synapses ready to shoot tingles and shivers down our spine! If there is any particular area that is extremely sensitive or ticklish, I recommend taking the other person’s hand and putting it palm-down on the ticklish area, then holding their hand until the ticklish sensation sizzles down a notch.

Remember, sex is not always 100% perfect. If you make a mistake or have a hiccup just laugh and move on, do not let it get in the way of your momentum. Use the confidence to brush it off and continue with what you were doing or intended to do.

INTERCOURSE

The act of transitioning to the bed holds another vault of secrets. Take your partner by the hand, squeeze their hand, make eye contact, and then lead them into the bedroom. This is a great way to take control. It shows dominance in a subtle and attractive way.

There are also a number of things you can plan for and set-up in advance. For instance, I keep a wet-wipe by the bed for during-sex or after-sex clean up because sex can get messy! Sanitize your sex toys prior to intercourse so that you do not ruin the mood by making your partner wait for you to clean your toys just before having intercourse. Also, sanitize your lube to bottle for those who apply the lube directly from the bottle to the genital area. Another great tip is to place a sheet over the bed to prevent the bed sheets and comforter from getting spoiled or dirty! The useful part of that is when intercourse is completed you simply pull the sheet off, throw it in the hamper and jump right to cuddling!

As you are engaged in intercourse, make eye contact with your partner. Look them in the eyes to let them know that you appreciate having them and that the moment feels amazing. There is a lot that can “said” through the eyes, whether it is a lusty gaze or a look that pierces right into their heart to say “I love you!”.

For couples that have never used a sex toy and want to explore, first start off with a simple vibrator. Find a vibrator that is no longer than 6 inches in length with easy-to-control changes in vibration speed such as a simple slimline vibrator. You do not need to get anything that is too advanced such as the dildos that twirl and thrust. Avoid vibrators that contain BPA or phthalates which are harmful to the body. In addition, avoid unknown sellers on the internet and stick to reputable brands with positive customer reviews. If you have multiple partners, I highly recommend using sex toys with a condom and applying lube to the hands instead of directly to the genitals to prevent cross-contamination.

AFTER-SEX

Personally, I believe that cuddling is an integral part of sex. Cuddling can also even happen during intercourse. In fact, it allows a couple to pace themselves. It is especially handy for men who may be afraid of finishing too fast. During the intercourse, you can pause to take a break and use that time to cuddle. After cuddling for a few minutes to cool down, you can then get back to action.

What I love about cuddling is that it is time to build genuine intimacy. The time when you get to trace lazy fingers on their skin through the landscape of their body while talking about random things or asking each other questions that enable you to get to know each other better. You can ask your partner questions like: “what do you like?”, “what turns you on?”, or “do you like it when I do this?”. You can even ask your partner if there is something that they would like for you to do more or better in the bedroom! For instance, if she says “I like it when you put her fingers here…”, you can respond by actually doing it which possibly leads to more bedroom action!

Remember that you can also help your partner with the after-sex cleanup. This is where the wet-wipes come in! It can also be a very sweet and thoughtful act if you tell her that you picked up a bottle of vaginal wash for her from the pharmacy store! It is important for men to allow their ladies to get cleaned up as soon as possible after the intercourse to prevent UTIs, yeast infections or other unwanted conditions that women are more susceptible to getting. Another great option is to hop into the shower with her for more fun and intimacy before jumping back in bed for more cuddling or falling asleep together!

Have sexual education questions? Want to know how to spice things up in the bedroom? Want to book some time with me? Send me an email! [email protected]

Alice Little

Alice Little

Alice Little is a 4’8” red-headed cutie with a super-fit, all-natural body -- but don’t let her small stature deceive you. This friendly firebox is a pocket-sized sexual powerhouse with unparalleled lovemaking skills. A part-time girlfriend coveted by both men and women, Alice will make you feel right at home at the Moonlite Bunny Ranch.

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The Sexual Politics of Fucking Are Stranger—and Sexier—Than You Think

We hear so much these days about the various kinds of divisions afflicting our great country: political fighting, culture “wars,” he-said-she-said accusations. It seems everyone’s pissed off about something. Social media is full of strangers debating with strangers, and the insults fly every which way, from the White House to Congress and back again. Harry Nilsson’s classic 70s single, “Everybody’s Talkin’,” if released today, would have to be re-titled “Everybody’s Screaming Shit About Everything.”

However, Americans agree enthusiastically about one subject: they love sex, and lots of it. It continues to be America’s favorite indoor (and sometimes outdoor) sport, as we courtesans see every day in our dealings with our wonderful clients. Moreover, as one researcher recently discovered, the sexual practices favored by the members of each major political party are not what you think they may be.

So you think that GOPers dig sex parties aboard big yachts with a bevy of pretty girls helping them spend their wealth via happy hand jobs, energetic BJs, and rollicking bed romps? You wouldn’t be far off, but that’s not as far out as those naughty-minded right-wingers can get, as you’ll soon find out.

And if you think that Democrats get with sex workers like us and try to talk us into abandoning what we do for social work, you’d be laughably wrong. Democratic sexuality has a decidedly darker edge to it.

Justin Lehmiller surveyed 4,175 adult Americans from all 50 states about their sexual fantasies. He says it’s “the largest and most comprehensive survey of sexual fantasies ever conducted in the United States.” (The complete results are published in Lehmiller’s recent book, Tell Me What You Want.) In the survey, participants were given a list of “hundreds” of types of people, locations, and objects that they might find erotically stimulating.

Lehmiller’s research brought out fascinating differences in sexual tastes and preferences between Republicans and Democrats. Essentially, each party’s private sexual hijinks are opposite to its public image, sometimes dramatically so.

Both righties and lefties reported fantasizing several times weekly. But then the results diverge. Republicans, well-known for their public support of traditional family values, anti-pornography campaigns, and supposed embarrassment about sexual matters, reported themselves more likely than Democrats to fantasize about extramarital affairs; orgies; and partner-swapping.

Republicans also said they daydream about voyeuristic activities like visiting a strip club or enjoying cuckolding, which involves one partner watching the other have sex with someone else.

They’re on the right track for recharging their sexual batteries: Many of my clients have been long-time couples that want to re-spark their sex lives. Sometimes we start off with me and the lady playing together, kissing and donning lubed-up latex gloves to finger-fuck each other. Often, I’m encountering a bi-curious woman who has never felt the lesbian touch, and I know how to get her going with a massaging wand while my fingers open and relax her pussy wider than she’s ever felt. Usually, by then the observing man’s cock is as stiff as a racing sailboat’s mainmast. I take the time to show him some great maneuvers and positions for the wand on his lover’s pussy lips and pudenda (the soft bump atop the vagina). Of course, I, the teacher, also receive the benefits of my “student’s” instruction. Pretty soon, he’s got two soaking-wet cunnies ready for his cock to penetrate.

Sexually speaking, this is one (hidden) Republican “policy” I fully support. To implement it, we slip a condom over his rampant manhood and cover it generously with lubricant because he’s going to be satisfying two women, and we don’t want the frantic friction of his fucking to dry out the rubber too fast. Before we begin, I always consult with my fellow female to see if she would like to go first, or watch her man fuck the daylights out of me while I scream and cum for him—and for her excitement, too. Whatever her wish is, I follow. Some women surprise their guy by asking him to fuck me while she gives us orders like a porn film director. “Pump her pussy slowly but steadily,” said one woman. “I want to see your cock going in and out like a piston!” One lady even got a little science-fiction-y by telling her man to act the role of an android trained to provide sexual pleasure to any woman who orders him to do her. During one unique session, a client’s wife proposed a sex game: We girls got into the doggie position, side by side, with our fannies in the air. The game went this way: Each of us would tell a story detailing a past sexual adventure, after which the man mounted the storyteller and gave her a certain number of penile strokes as a “review” of the erotic quality of the tale. Now, we know that even the most disciplined guy cannot keep his counting straight when his dick is captured in the luscious petals of a tight box. I think that night his wife received something like 150 strokes and me about 80 before he filled that condom deep inside his wife because the wife had had even more crazy-fun sexual experiences than me, the professional sex worker! But a good time was had by all.

Now for the Democrats, who lately are embracing progressive policies like national health care and free college, making them seem gently humanistic and anti-authoritarian. That’s their public face; privately, as Lehmiller’s survey showed, Democrats fantasize more than Republicans about “almost the entire spectrum of BDSM activities, from bondage to spanking to dominance-submission play.” That’s right: some liberals are indeed loony for leather!

So the folks who want to discuss climate change, recycling, the environment, and vegetarianism, among other issues, include more than a few people who enjoy smacking a man’s or woman’s buttocks until they glow red, or tying a lover to a bed and “tormenting” (really, just teasing) their genitals until they beg for sex.

Lehmiller says that BDSM fantasies attract Democrats because they’re so often interested in issues of power: person-to-person, man-to-woman. It seems logical that people who contemplate what power and control mean might be drawn to BDSM experimentation.

I can imagine meeting a client whose says he’s a Democrat who wants to experience what may be the near future in women power: The election of the first woman President. A lady President he can sex-dream about. He says he wants me to play the role of that female chief executive, who loves to wear black dresses, red fuck-me pumps, and cherry-red lipstick. The Demo guy wants to enact the role of a Secret Service agent assigned to the Presidential detail. (There’s a fantasy backstory where the Secret Service is aware of intimate secrets about Madam President—like the fact that she sometimes “forgets” to wear panties, and likes to flash the agents.)

He tells me he wants me to give him sexual orders in a harsh, throaty voice. He craves the thrill of hearing a woman command him. We improvise: “Agent Johnson, come over here now,” I say, in a teasingly sarcastic voice. “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, meekly, striding over rapidly, trying to conceal the lump in his dress pants. “Agent Johnson, are you trying to arouse the Commander-in-Chief?” I demand, rubbing his bulge with my palm. “Ma’am, may I?” he says. “Well, let’s see,” I answer. “Inspection time, agent!” I shout suddenly. “Unzip and present your concealed ‘weapon’,” I order, and he does. “Agent, you are out of uniform!” I say, watching his bare-naked dick dangling out of his pants. So I unwrap a condom and roll it on his stalk, gripping it at the base and admiring its veiny glory. “Agent J., are you ready for official orders?” I ask, squeezing his cock hard enough to make its head swell up. “Yes, Madame President!” he responds. “Then do your patriotic duty and fill up this rubber with cum,” I say. “I want to feel the pulsations with my mouth when you shoot off.” Then I do that swirly tongue-and-lips thing until he squirts like the Fourth of July. Being the President has its privileges.

Lehmiller concludes that while Republicans and Democrats may be politically far apart, they’re unified in their mutual love of good sex. Like so many Americans, they love to violate taboos, break the rules, defy expectations, and just party on with the lovers of their choice. “There’s far more that unites us than divides us when it comes to sexual desire,” Lehmiller writes.

We courtesans welcome the world to come find joy with us. We believe everyone’s equally entitled to great sex and companionship, no matter what beliefs they hold. Take a break from the contentious world and come relax with me and my girlfriends. The only party we’re really interested is the Wild Party, where everyone’s sex-vote counts and everyone wins. God bless America!

Email me today [email protected] or stop by and lets get political baby. 😀

Jade Jasper

Jade Jasper

Some say I am just the most fun person to be around, but maybe you should come to find out! I am Jade Jasper here at the Sagebrush Ranch and I am ready to rock your world. I am a very active person and love to do anything that keeps me moving, I used to be an exotic dancer and love to show you my skills on the pole 😛 My idea of the perfect date would be going to get some sushi and going on a hike to burn off that sushi right after… then finding ourselves wrapped up in each other. I simply love the outdoors, painting, pole dancing, ANIME, and board games… this is just some of my few interests so if you want an amazing response talk anime to me and let’s get this party started. Sexually I am willing to try anything twice 😉 I love couple play, submissive (BDSM), and Nekko Play (Kitty Play) So come find out all about me today and let’s enjoy some great times together, I know you will always leave fulfilled both sexually and emotionally. I am an open book so just ask away and let’s talk for hours, I love a great conversation so go ahead and email me today [email protected]

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The Juniper Jones Story

Hi my name is Juniper Jones and I’m a legal sex worker at one of the brothels in Lyon County.  Here is my story.

At a very young age I was fairly successful.  I was the first student in 40 years in my county to skip eighth grade and go directly into high school honors. I worked very hard in school.  I scored a 2,140 on my SATs.  That in combination with my extracurricular activities got me into basically every college that I applied for.

I wound up choosing the one that was closest to my grandmother’s house in Southern California and I spent two years there before I got an offer from a large sales company up in the Seattle area. I was a youngest person in the history of that company we ever hired for that position.  And I was actually the youngest person to ever be hired for my position in the following company when I got offered more money.

By the time that I was 21 I was making more than both of my parents income combined annually – almost double.  Which was insane for me because I did not grow up in a family with a lot of opportunities.  So it was a large accomplishment of mine and one that I’m still proud of to this day.

I worked a ton.  I was on the fast track to management.  I wound up becoming a manager a lot faster than I think even my company anticipated.  And I worked all the time.  I worked probably about 70 to 90 hours a week while going to school full-time – which, when I think about it now, I don’t even know how I slept.  Or if I even slept.   Kind of all blur to me at this point.

Because of how aggressively demanding my job was I started to develop a series of health issues and I started to get really sick.  To be honest I needed a change in my career.  I needed to find something that was going to be a lot more freeing and a lot less detrimental to my health.

I now have time to call my mom.  I have the freedom to be able to build my own business; build my own career.  Sleep at night – which is a really big thing for me.  And to be honest, I don’t know where I’d be without the brothels.  I don’t even know if I’d still be here.

Email [email protected] or Visit her page LRN.LoveRanch.net/Juniper-Jones

Juniper Jones

Juniper Jones

My name is Juniper and I am thrilled to be one of the newest additions to the northern Love Ranch. I recently moved to Nevada after spending a few months backpacking along the coast and taking care of my grandmother in Los Angeles. When I’m not having fun at the ranch, I go to school for cartoon and stop motion animation.

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A Pantyhose Party

 

Hey there! I am Natasha Star, your kink and fetish friendly Starlet at Sagebrush Ranch. Before working here, I never realized how big of a “thing” pantyhose is, and the more I learn about it, the more I love it. I’d like to share it with you, too!

 

Women tend to either love or hate wearing pantyhose, but the arousal men experience from its sex appeal is common and widespread. Personally, I love turning a man’s head as I saunter by in a short skirt, pantyhose, and a pair of high heels.

 

Nylon pantyhose hit the market in the 1950s, and originally was called Panti-Legs to express the combination of panties and stockings. Allen Grant Sr. developed the idea when his pregnant wife refused to go outside because she grew too large to comfortably hold up her stockings with a garter-belt. (And back then, no self-respecting woman was seen in public without stockings!) This inspired Grant to attach stockings to underwear, bypassing the need for a garter-belt or girdle. But despite the convenience, his idea didn’t take off until the 1960s, when models Twiggy and Jean Shrimpton strutted down the runways in pantyhose and miniskirts. Fashionably conscience women never showed the top of their stockings, so pantyhose became the perfect solution for sporting the new mini trend. The market exploded. Soon, women strutted their own pairs, launching new terrain for sexual fantasies.

 

Let’s pause a moment to discuss kinks and fetishes. A kink is a sexual attraction to something not commonly seen as sexual. Kinks are enhancements which rile the hormones, quicken the pulse, spice up sexual play. For some people, these stimulants are fetishes, and sexual arousal becomes impossible without the object desired. Most people remember when they first noticed their kink or fetish, but generally cannot explain why it started.

 

Usually, kinks and fetishes fall into one of two categories: either an attraction to a shape and appearance of something, or the feel and type of substance from which it is made. Pantyhose, however, is somewhat unique in that it tends to cross categories. Devotees are often attracted for both reasons, sometimes simultaneously. In addition, there exists an inherent sexiness when women peel off and slip on hosiery. Pantyhose also creates a unique and specific sound when the legs rub. In these ways, pantyhose also becomes an action-oriented and auditory stimulant.

 

A pantyhose fetish is commonly believed to develop through “imprinting” during childhood. Especially in earlier eras, a young boy’s first arousal often sprung from pantyhose-wearing women, such as teachers and babysitters. And why wouldn’t future men develop lust toward pantyhose?

Pantyhose makes a woman’s legs appear classy and flawless, with a silky, irresistible smoothness.

 

Any “imperfection”—from unsightly bruises to veins, cellulite to scars—vanishes beneath the thin barrier between a woman’s bare skin and the world.

But it isn’t just the illusion of perfection which gives pantyhose their seductiveness. Pantyhose fantasies are virtually limitless.

 

Unlike stockings, pantyhose touches a woman’s genitalia, creating desirability and visual appeal. Ripping a hole in the crotch and tearing it away for access is symbolic of penetrating a virgin’s hymen. Ripping can also create safe feelings of control, destruction, and force. All of these create boundless potential for fantasies, role play, and naughty fun.

Men are visual creatures, thus visual elements usually create powerful responses. Pantyhose tend to make legs appear longer, slimmer, and smoother … an especially delicious eye-candy that can cause the male brain to enter overdrive. Which actions do you find particularly alluring? A woman sliding pantyhose up their legs? Rolling them down? Maybe the asymmetrical look of removing only one leg, enticing with both stocking and skin? Or perhaps the sway of a skirt against nylon as she saunters away? Personally, I love feeling pantyhose slip over my legs, and I love spreading my polished toes beneath their sheerness.

 

Pantyhose mixes well with other sexual preferences, such as foot and shoe fetishes. High heels slip on and off pantyhose much easier than flesh, and rubbing nylon across skin creates tantalizing sensations. A foot job with pantyhose creates a different feeling on a man’s cock than a foot job with bare feet. Sucking toes through nylon also provides new taste and touch experiences.

 

But pantyhose isn’t just for legs and feet. Do you enjoy BDSM? Pantyhose can be used as gags, blindfolds, or bondage straps. Leg enthusiasts might especially enjoy using pantyhose to bind ankles, wrists … whatever your imagination can conjure. Many men also enjoy slipping them on themselves, feeling the tight silkiness hug their legs, the nylon gusset cupping their crotches. This ties pantyhose into playtimes like cross-dressing, sensation play, or humiliation parties. Pantyhose is also wonderful during role-play. Let me slip on a pair of pantyhose and become your teacher, your babysitter, your secretary, your nurse …

So, what are your thoughts on pantyhose? What images or memories developed while reading? Are you someone with a hosiery kink or fetish? I love exploring desires! Please contact me at [email protected] if you enjoyed my article or would like to explore this subject further!

Natasha Star

Natasha Star

Hello future lover! I can’t wait to meet and explore each other.

I am Natasha Star, a 5’8”, slender brunette. As a natural healer, I believe sex and intimacy offer tremendous health and healing opportunities, especially in today’s world where technology and social pressures shove wedges between our much needed human-connection. Let us explore each others bodies and minds away from pressures and stigmas. I’d be honored to get to know you—the REAL you—in the discreet, nonjudgmental and caring environment of Sagebrush Ranch.

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Let Me Give You a Hand-Job You’ll Never Forget

Among courtesans, gossiping about the length and size and shape of the men’s penises we handle is a kind of group hobby, our “shop” talk (or cock talk). We see long dongs on short men; arrow-headed pricks with sweeping shafts; blunt, battering-ram pussy-splitters; penises that curve elegantly, like fleshy scimitars; and good old, soldier-straight, sloped-head cocks. And we love them all.

Have you watched how an actress caresses her Oscar statue? Like the cock she’s been yearning for all her life. Yes, it’s true what you are always suspected: When professional women like us get together, we do discuss men’s dicks. We compare and contrast them, but rarely do we make fun of them, because they help us make a nice living. And they are so nice to wrap our fingers around. Although I know that there is a man attached to a cock I’m gripping, a penis is a remarkable creature in itself. It responds to touch with lively motions, swelling up and undulating like a snake. Squeeze it gently and it lengthens and “nods” agreeably; squeeze it hard and its head grows red or even purple, hungering for pussy—or a warm, teasing mouth. But a good hand job can feel like creating a work of art. With just my hands, I can have a guy’s eyes rolling back in his head with desperate pleasure as I stroke his johnson to the very precipice of climax, pausing for a few exquisite seconds in that nether land like no other before spilling over into an explosive ejaculation that fills a condom’s cum reservoir to the max.

I handle penises very carefully and lovingly when a client asks me for a hand job. Part of the negotiation for my fee for an HJ is a consultation about what my client is expecting, especially the touch pressure he wants on his buddy. Like the classic movie title, some like it hot: After I fit a condom over an erect penis, I mix a small portion of warming solution into the lubricant that I spread liberally over the condom.

Then I ask him if he wants it bare-handed or gloved? By gloved I mean latex gloves, leather gloves, cotton gloves, and elbow-length silk dress gloves. Whether you’d like to imagine getting jerked off by a beautiful woman doctor or naughty night nurse; a biker gal; a lady Marine; or a debutante, I’m your girl.

I get really excited by military men—actually, any men in uniform. Whenever I see one of them, I feel like marching right up to him, unzipping his stiffly creased pants, pulling out his manhood, and eagerly stroking him to full hardness. There are plenty of ways of showing your patriotism, and massaging a military member’s member is one of the most enjoyable. I call it “waving the flag,” which I mean with the utmost respect.

A cock is the most special part of a man, next to his brains, his handsome face, nice butt, etc. But the dick is distinctive because, when its owner’s eyes spot a sexy bitch, it cannot help but show its true feelings by instinctively growing straight and tall. If the man is clothed, it produces a noticeable bulge; if he’s naked, it’s a raised flesh-lance that begs to be polished.

The most unlikely of men will surprise you with how much penis control they have. I knew a guy once who was publicly really shy and quiet, but privately would produce his magnificent male organ like a proud warrior. Without touching himself, he could make that instrument rise up so that every blood vessel in the shaft was pulsing and the head straining towards the ceiling. Then he could let it relax slightly and begin to slowly soften, then suddenly pop it up again and swing it from side to side.

It was like an erotic lure. I loved to reach out and brush the tips of my fingers lightly over it, then pet it lovingly, appreciating its fine male details, before grabbing it and stroking it rapidly, holding my breath to concentrate, until I sensed the vibrations that signaled that the white sticky stuff was soon to shoot out. His thick cum would emerge in long streams, as if he had been holding it in for a week.

Indeed, that’s what he liked to do. He said he refrained from masturbating from Monday to Friday so he could cum on Satyrday (spelling intentional) so intensely his asshole would contract with the force of each spuming burst. It took the edge off his exhausting work week.

For some clients, a hand job releases sexual tension so they can last longer later in our party after they recover and get ready to fuck me a long time with that cock. One of my clients refers to fucking as being like a languorous ocean voyage that he likes to make at cruising, not flank, speed, his piston pumping me steadily and dreamily, and a hand job makes a good appetizer before the main course.

One of my favorite sexual performances is something I call The Interview. My client sits in an easy chair, seemingly ready to fire questions at me to determine if I’m the best candidate for a job. Instead, he lets his legs fall open, points at his crotch, and says, “I have just one question: Do you know how to handle one of these?” And he smiles wickedly. I stroll over, drop to my knees, and slowly unzip his pants so the metallic sound hangs in the air as if announcing, “Step back! A monster is popping out!”

I love having a flirty, dirty conversation with him while I also make baby talk at his growing knobber. Putting on the rubber is something I’m pretty skilled at. I take the condom, hold it open with my thumbs and forefingers, and bring it down sensually over his beanstalk. I want him to fell my fingers trailing thrillingly along his shaft until his entire dick is dressed and ready to be jacked.

I usually then squirt lube onto each of my palms and rub the hands together so they’re as slick as an 18-year-old girl receiving her first fucking. If the guy’s penis is big enough, I’ll start off pumping him double-handed, or hand-over-hand. Some guys like me to stroke them very slowly, letting my fist travel to the base of their cocks, where I grip firmly, pulling the skin taut from the cockhead on down and holding on until their cocks quiver and ejaculate floods the condom.

 

If you’re hand-job searching, or just horny and in need of a woman’s expert touch, Email me today [email protected]  and let me introduce you to the HJ of your dreams.

Lauren Lively

Lauren Lively

I am glad you stopped by to learn more about me… I am a smart,sexy and sensual southern girl next door, who is always open for a fun time.

I can get glammed up and attended the most high-end fundraiser/ dinner party or throw on jeans and jersey and accompany you to your favorite sporting event.

I love pleasing my partner and really enjoy taking my time to get a strong physical and emotional connection between us during our time together.I specialize in GFE, two-girl, massage and foot fetish parties.

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The Cherry Lane Story

Hi, my name is Cherry Lane and I am a legal sex worker here in Lyon County Nevada and this is my story.

I am a single mother of three beautiful children before I was a legal sex worker here in Lyon County I worked for several warehousing companies I had mandatory overtime.

I hardly ever was home and that really put a lot of damaging effects on my children, so one day I was at lunch with a girlfriend of mine and she told me that she had this job that was great for family.

Long behold when I went down there I didn’t realize that it was a stripping Club but talking with her the money was there the scheduling was there, so I decided to do it, But the only downfall was the environment around there was not the best so every night walking to my car I basically said a prayer hoping to send me back home to my kids.

One day I was home and I was doing some schoolwork on the computer and this ad popped up, it was all pretty in pink, and I remember saying Become a Bunny. 

I was like “what is this become a bunny.” So, I clicked on it and it said become a legal sex worker and it took me to their web page which was full of all these beautiful women, I decided to apply and three days later I got an email saying hey we have room for you.

At first, I thought it was like possibly a joke because being from a small town in Baltimore Maryland I had no idea what a brothel was.

The Brothels has really changed my life for the better. I can’t tell you how passionate this career is for me, it has given me a financial stability for my family and to be a mom to be able to come home in the mornings to make those little sandwiches for lunches and to be able to drop my kids off and give them a hug and a kiss.

There’s nothing more important to a mother than to be able to watch your children grow

 

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Bubbly, fun-loving, and outgoing, Cherry Lane is a world class courtesan completely dedicated to the art of pleasure-giving. Her beauty, positivity, compassion, open-mindedness, and nonjudgmental nature make Cherry and ideal companion for men, women, and couples seeking the intimate encounter of their dreams.

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The Ruby Rae Story

Hi everyone, my name is Ruby Rae and I am a legal Sex Worker at one of the Lyon County Brothels.This is my story of how I ended up there and why I think they should stay open.

When I was 20 years old I was a student here at UNR and I was working a full time job and wasn’t getting through my classes fast enough, I wasn’t able to take the classes that I wanted to take because I was limited to nighttime classes and working a full time job and it was really really hard.

So I wanted a job that allowed more freedom and more control over my time and my life. I’d always known about the Brothels because I actually grew up in Lyon County, I went to middle school and high school there, and my immediate family still lives there. So I’d always knows about the brothels.

I don’t know what prompted me to make the decision to go and try it out but I did. I quit my job and I just went out there and applied and took a really big risk. And that risk paid off exponentially. My life is completely different now, and I have complete control, freedom over my decisions and what I am doing.

And what that means for me is basically education, it’s a huge pillar of my life and huge passion. I graduated with my bachelors from UNR in 2016 and then I immediately wanted to get my masters because as I said education is really important to me and in the future I want to get my PHD and become a professor.

So I started here with my masters two years ago and I will graduate this spring, but all of this wouldn’t be possible without the brothels and my involvement and my employment with them. I’m an independent contractor so I have full control over my schedule, I can pick my days off, I can do everything I need to do to make this happen which is my biggest passion.

Email her today at [email protected] or visit her profile BunnyRanch.com/Ruby-Rae

 

Ruby Rae

Ruby Rae

Graduate student and luxury companion Ruby Rae is a lovely and sophisticated young woman with a passion for film, yoga, reading, and traveling. Her favorite type of encounter is one that includes dinner, dessert, and time beneath the sheets.

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Black is Beautiful, and I Will Show You Why

There’s an old saying: “Once you go black, you never go back.” It’s become a cliché that refers to the supposed transformative sexual powers of black women (to say a mouthful), or, more plainly, that fucking a black woman gonna whip your head around so you’re seeing backwards, and you will never want to sleep with any woman of any other race ever again. Well, it can be true, sometimes: Some black women (like me) are so damn good at making love, at taking charge of the mood, at knowing what erotic suggestions to whisper in your ear at just the right time, when to gently nip your neck, and then suddenly pull back and fasten their soft lips on your mouth for a deep soul kiss. They know when to lay you back, deftly slide a condom over your penis, suck you stiff, crawl atop you, slide their soft, giving pussies slowly along the full length of your stiff cock, then reach down, point your pal northward, and guide him as he slithers up deep inside.

Ooooh! I’ve done things like that with my clients, and remembering that first rush of sensation when a man’s cock penetrates me deeply for the first time always gives me something I like to call the “quivic vivors.” The words came to be in an erotic dream. Though I can’t figure what they mean, they somehow seem to describe the feeling of the sex shivers that travel up my spine when I get a cock inside me. It also sounds like a hot hip-hop lyric: “Man gives me the quivic vivors, ya see / He gets me deep down, completely excites me!”

It’s not only black women who can do something really good like that to a man, but any woman who knows how to use her body, who really loves watching a man’s best friend slowly stand to attention as he studies her appearance lustily, as she lets herself be adored.

But we black women have gained quite a legend over thousands of years. Men look at us and they see the long centuries of living, sometimes hard living, in our dark eyes. We go all the way back to Africa, where humans first evolved, even to the era of the ancient empire of Egypt. Men see our strength and survivability and are attracted to us. During the 1960s, there was a movement that promoted the idea that Black is Beautiful. Can you imagine that anyone ever needed to state the obvious? We black women are all kinds of beautiful. Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones, in his memoir, Life, notes that when he first toured the U.S., he got the chance to sleep with several black women and treasured how sweet and passionate they were. Well, we do love life, and the good life involves lots of good, refreshing sex. And we love masculine men. (And Keith’s bandmate, Sir Mick Jagger, has a daughter, Karis, with the black model Marsha Hunt. He has eight children. But he’ll have to go quite a way to catch up with the legendary Ray Charles, who had 12 kids with 10 women.)

Men of all races and cultures seek out black women because we possess a real sexual firepower, with balls-to-the-wall spirit, lots of pride, and lots of stamina. We are very confident, strong women, we are Aretha Franklin, we are Beyoncé, we are Alicia Keys, we are Tina Turner, we are Toni Braxton, we are Diana Ross, Mary J. Blige, and any other powerful woman of color you can think of, because, baby, these days, we are everywhere making things happen.

Prominent white men have learned the allure of black women: the Oscar-winning actor Robert DeNiro has been married to black women all his life: Diahnne Abbott, his first wife, and Grace Hightower, his current wife. Chris Noth, the former Law and Order homicide detective who played the sexy Mr. Big in Sex And The City, is married to the black actor Tara Wilson. The late, great David Bowie had a long and happy marriage to the remarkably beautiful model, actor, author, and humanitarian Iman, who was born in Somalia. And of course, one of the best-known interracial couples is New York City’s Mayor Bill de Blasio and Chirlane McCray.

I’ve had a lot of men as lovers for whom I’m the first black woman with whom they’ve ever made love. They’ve come to me, and cum in me (inside the condoms I provide) believing all sorts of silly stuff about sex with black women. They think I’m gonna boss them around like some stereotypical “ho” from a gangsta movie, that I’ll get up in their faces, put my hands all over them, not be demure like they expect from a white girl, that I’ll take a knee in front of them and with both hands, just tear down their jeans and underwear without unbuckling the belt, see their dick hardening up, whip a condom pack out of my pocket, tear it open, and apply the rubber with my mouth, my eyes wild, my lips eager and hungry, and suck them fast with both hands until the tension builds and builds and the guy, whipping his head around, pumps that condom full of white lightning and falls back in a chair, exhausted.

I guess that’s the Angry Black Woman stereotype—overwhelming, combative, loud, tough as nails. But that’s silly, because women of all races, class, or culture can attack a cocksucking session with gusto, controlling a man’s pleasure and getting him to blow a huge load of sticky relief inside that rubber in her hungry mouth. I’m not angry myself; I’m a sweet and welcoming lady with a beautiful caramel-brown face and body and kind eyes. I’m not looking to play the imperious black diva. I’d rather make us a delicious gourmet dinner, enjoy some wine by candlelight, dance to soft music after eating, hug you close, let you feel the soft curves of my body under my clothes while you imagine me naked, and slowly maneuver you over to my bed, kiss you luxuriously, then let you undress me, piece by piece, down to my heels. (I can keep them on in bed if you’d like.)

But maybe a black diva is what you want, so, yes, I can play that role. In African culture, many women have earned a certain dominance. They’re African Queens, and every man has fantasized about sleeping with a queen. If you are the lover of the queen, it’s like you’re sleeping with the representative of every beautiful woman in the country the queen rules. I can play the monarch as she arrives home to you, her consort, after a hard day of arbitrating disputes and issuing judgments. I’m exhausted, and I need some TLC. You help me out of my dress suit and headdress until I am naked. Am I not black and comely, my love?

You run the shower, and we step into the warm, misty spray while you slip on latex gloves into which you pour liquid soap. Then I hold onto a wall railing while you bathe me all over, soaping up my breasts from behind and pinching the nipples until I gasp with royal pleasure, parting my legs to you. Your soapy gloved fingers teasingly snake their way into my puffy pink vagina—one, two, then three, as thick as a cock—and you finger-fuck me as my insides lengthen and moisten, ready to receive your Johnson.

I turn around, reach for a condom dispenser I keep on a handy shower shelf, and select one that’s clear with a purple hue (purple is a royal color), unwrap it, and unroll it over the head and shaft of your by-now rigid member, turn around, grab that railing, bend slightly forward, and say, “I command you to enter your Queen and ride her to climax! Make your thrusts steady and ardent until you feel your Queen cum. You may shoot as soon as I enjoy my climax.” (And with this queen you’ll shoot buckets.)

It’s good to be the queen! If you’ve never experienced sex with a black woman, or you’ve had lots of multiracial sex, it doesn’t matter. Like all other ladies of color, I am just another unique human being. If you believe ladies of color have special powers, enjoy your fantasy, it will add to our fun. I love the warm company of a good man of any race, and I’m as affectionate, creative, sweet, sociable, and kind as any woman on the planet. Beneath the skin, we’re all human beings, and we come—and cum—in all colors and shades.

 

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Remy Martin

Charming and beautiful, Remy Martin from Dennis Hof's Love Ranch is the loyal, respectful, and highly erotic woman of your fantasies. Remy adores traveling, sailing, swimming, dancing, and cooking -- let her fix you something succulent to eat during your time together.

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Hookers in History – The Story of Molly B’dam by Delilah Rae

 So those of you who’ve gotten the chance to get to know me are well aware that I am a HUGE history nerd and this blog is giving me to talk about my favorite historical figure- Molly B’dam. I love the lost stories of history and I love working in the field I work in. So I figured I would marry those loves and tell you about a famous sex worker.

So let’s talk about Hookers in History by introducing you all to Molly B’dam

Molly was born in 1853 on December 26th in Dublin, Ireland as Maggie Hall. She decided marriage and a life of servitude to a husband in Ireland wasn’t her thing. At age twenty she moved to America ready to try her luck. Sadly the luck of the Irish left her at the New York harbor and like many young Irish women of the time she was unable to find employment due to anti-Irish discrimination.

She became a barmaid in a place… well let’s just say the good church ladies of New York didn’t dine there. She quickly met a young man name Burdan who was enamored with her certain je ne se quoi. They were quickly married and promptly disowned by Burdan’s father.

Burdan’s father had the right idea about his son as he wanted nothing to do but lay around and gamble all day. Without Daddy’s money Burdan soon needed another way to pay off his gambling friends. He convinced Maggie to change her name to Molly and suggested she start sleeping with his debt collectors.

Maggie now Molly was a smart woman and soon realized she was the goose that laid the golden egg in her marriage. Rather than waiting for a smart witted giant killer to spirit her away she took off on her own and headed west. On the way to Idaho, dressed in her expensive furs and on her horse a blizzard struck up. Molly took a single woman traveling with her baby into an abandoned cabin on the trail. Wrapped in her furs the three travelers waited out the gale in relative safety and comfort. In the morning Molly set them back on the trail to Murray, Idaho.

The rest of the caravan had given them up for dead until Molly walked into town with the other woman and child on her horse. Greeting the surprised folks Molly promptly asked for the first cabin of the red light district (the madam’s cabin) and room and board for her friend.

With her Irish accent the townsman thought he heard her husband’s name as Molly B’dam. As a woman who fell from the mercy of the Catholic church in favor of making her own fortune the pseudonym may have been a blessing and a prophecy.

Her legend doesn’t stop there however! During a smallpox outbreak the good and godly citizens of the town hid in fear of catching the disease. Molly organized a town meeting, called them all cowards, and politely but efficiently demanded that the local hotel be turned over to her and her working ladies to be used as a hospital and would the healthy men of the town get off their asses and start burying the damn dead.

I doubt any of you will be surprised to find that the townsmen and women were properly cowed, shamed and behaved themselves. There’s an interesting side note of science and vaccines and germ theory in the fact that few if any of Molly’s working girls and Molly herself never contracted the smallpox disease. That, however, is another blog post for another day. It is suffice to say that Molly saved the town by implementing the common sense of quarantining the sick and properly disposing of the dead. Somehow the god fearing folk of the town hadn’t made it that far in their planning.

Molly was well known in the entire gold rush area for both her charity and her business savvy. She and her working girls routinely visited widows with gifts and food and clothing. She also visited men injured in mine accidents and would often offer up one of her cabins to families in need. She may have been excommunicated from the church but she held fast to her ideals of what it means to be a good person.

Molly’s legend did not end in her premature death. She contracted consumption or what we now know as tuberculosis. Apparently working yourself to exhaustion to help the town you live in is a bad idea. Note to self…

She has obviously not been forgotten since her tragically early death at 34. She is buried in the Murray town cemetery with a grave that reads “Sacred to life, Maggie Hall, Molly B’dam.” She is still referred to as the patron saint of Murray and the town celebrates the Molly B’dam Gold Rush Days every year.

One of my favorite Molly stories that I will leave you with today is that she once is said to have dragged a bathtub into the middle of the town street and informed the miners that if they filled it with gold dust she’d jump right in- wearing nothing but a promise and a smile.

The town of Murray currently has a population of 89 people. However part of the town, in one of the two original town buildings is the Spragpole Museum and Inn. In the museum there is a recreation of Molly’s bedroom. She’s been immortalized in song, in books and in oral legend. There is one surviving photo that is believed to belong to her but her visage is best remembered in her charity and her American grit.

I love this story because it shows the passion, kindness and savy that so many working girls still carry today. This is a lost story of history that continues to resonate with our world today. I tossed in a photo that is believed to be of Molly.

Thank you for taking the time to read this Blog about Hookers in History.

 

 

Love,

Delilah Rae

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Let’s Cook Korean Bibimbap & Potstickers with Ava Carter

 

In my previous Bunny Ranch Blog post (HapaToki), I discussed my passion for music and the incredible significance and awesomeness of KPop (Korean Pop) worldwide. Not to mention, I also wrote and produced a song called, ‘HapaToki,’ and made a music video for it right here at the Moonlite Bunny Ranch!

However, it’d be unconscionable as a half-Korean American to overlook one of the most important characteristics of Korean Culture, and that is the FOOD!

I genuinely delight in celebrating my Korean heritage (and all cultures across the globe, for that matter), and I’ve always loved cooking (especially Korean food), so I thought it’d be so much fun to show you how to cook a couple of very popular Korean dishes: Bibimbap and pork / veggie potstickers!

‘Bibim’ means ‘mixed’ and ‘bap’ means ‘rice.’ Potstickers are called ‘mandu’ in Korea. The beauty of these dishes is that they can be altered to your preference. For instance, Bibimbap can incorporate any combination of sautéed protein / veggies of your choice (such as beef, onions, zucchini, and kimchi), all of which are presented beautifully on top of a large bowl of white rice. Then, placed on the very top is an over-easy egg and a dab (or lots) of red pepper sauce called ‘Gochujang’. There are also many kinds of potstickers (mandu), such as veggie, chicken, pork, and even spicy kimchi, traditionally served as an appetizer / side dish with soy sauce for dipping.

For the sake of ensu­ring we will have pl­enty of time and ene­rgy to enjoy one ano­ther’s company in and beyond the kitchen (teehee!), I opted for simple, healthy, and delicious dishes that incorporate ingredients commonly used in Korean cuisi­ne. Fun fact: these ingredients (ex: gar­lic and red peppers) also serve as natur­al aphrodisiacs. Nee­dless to say, once we finish our delicio­us meals, we can take full advantage of the power of mouthwash be­fore the ultimate fun begins! LOL

I hope you’ll consider spending time cooking with me, or simply enjoy a home-cooked Korean meal created with lots of tenderness, care, and love by yours truly.

Bibimbap (vegetarian) & Fried Potstickers (aka Mandu)

Ingredients:

1 cup of short grain white rice
2 cups mung bean sprouts
1 cup shiitake mushrooms
1 cup of peeled julienne / shredded carrots
1 cup of kimchi (store bought or homemade)
¾ teaspoon sesame oil (divided)
5 teaspoons vegetable oil (divided)
2 large brown eggs
1 package of potstickers (any flavor of your choice)
½ cup of finely chopped garlic

For garnish:

1 teaspoon toasted sesame seed (divided)
½ teaspoon of Korean red pepper chili sauce (aka Gochujang) (divided)

Directions:

Rinse and drain the white rice thoroughly under cold water until the rice water is no longer milky white (or appears to be clear). Combine with 1¼ cup of water in a large pot and bring to a boil. Once it begins to boil, cover with a lid and adjust heat to low. Let it cook for approx. 20 minutes. Once finished, set aside and gently fluff the rice with a fork. Keep covered.

As the rice cooks, begin prepping veggies by rinsing thoroughly under cold water. Bring a separate pot of water to a boil and add the mung bean sprouts. You’re only blanching them, so do not let them boil any longer than 3 minutes. Drain and rinse in cold water to stop the cooking process. Set aside.

Remove stems from the shiitake mushrooms and slice into ¼’ to ½’ thick pieces. Peel and julienne / shred the carrots. Peel and finely chop garlic. Set all veggies aside.

To speed up the cooking process, heat a few large pans over low – medium heat. Add 1 teaspoon of vegetable oil to each pan. Divide the chopped garlic among each pan and saute for approximately 1 min. Add veggies and ¼ teaspoon of sesame oil to each pan. Add ½ teaspoon of soy sauce to the shiitake mushrooms. Cook all veggies for approx 4 min, or until tender. Set aside.

In a separate pan, heat 1 teaspoon of vegetable oil. Add potstickers and gently fry for 5 minutes on each side (or until golden brown) over medium heat. Prep a large plate for the potstickers by placing a paper towel overtop (this will help remove any excess oil). Once the potstickers are evenly cooked, remove from pan. Once the excess oil is removed, discard paper towels and serve with soy sauce for dipping.

In a separate pan, add 1 teaspoon of vegetable oil and heat over low – medium heat. Carefully crack open each egg, ensuring the yoke stays intact. Cook over low heat.

As the egg slowly cooks, place rice in two large bowls. Fun fact: it’s common to see this dish served in a large metal bowl or in a hot stone / granite bowl, which allows you to thoroughly combine everything together! When served in the stone bowl, the rice continues to cook on the bottom and becomes crispy. Yum! The granite bowl version is called ‘Dolsot Bibimbap’.

Next, place veggies (including kimchi) overtop the rice. At this point, the eggs should be cooked ‘over easy’. Gently transfer the eggs over the veggies and rice and garnish with the red pepper sauce and toasted sesame seed. Serve alongside the potstickers. Break the yoke and mix everything up together!

Once mixed, you’ve officially created and tasted the deliciousness of Korean mixed rice, Bibimbap!

So YUMMY! I hope you enjoy!

Ava Carter

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A petite half-Korean / American beauty who absolutely loves to enjoy life – and sex – to the fullest! Beautiful Ava Carter is currently a featured entertainer offering the very finest in girlfriend experiences at Dennis Hof's Moonlite Bunny Ranch.

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