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Busting Sexual Myths: The Truth About Size And How It Matters (Or Doesn’t)

It’s time to debunk one of the most persistent myths about sexuality and relationships: the idea that penis size is worth worrying about!

In this article, we’ll explore why this notion has persisted for so long and discuss the factors that truly contribute to a satisfying sexual experience. Read on to learn more about what’s fact and fiction when it comes to size. Prepare to be amazed!

Myth: Size Matters!

Fact: While size may be a personal preference, it does not determine the quality of the sexual experience. Communication, trust, and technique are essential in ensuring a pleasurable and satisfying sexual encounter. The vaginal canal is demonstrably short in female anatomy, and unless a woman has paraphilia for the size of your genitals, it’s actually very very low on the list of sexual priorities!

The Size Myth Explained: The belief that bigger is always better when it comes to sexual organs has been ingrained in our culture for centuries. This misconception is often perpetuated by unrealistic portrayals in pornography, media, and society as a whole. However, numerous studies have shown that size is not the most critical factor in sexual satisfaction or even fertility! (1)

The Female Perspective: When it comes to the size of a woman’s vagina and a man’s penis, there is no one-size-fits-all answer. The average size of a woman’s vagina when not aroused is approximately 3 inches, and it can expand to around 5 inches when she is turned on (2). This flexibility allows the vagina to comfortably accommodate a wide range of penis sizes.

Moreover, the most sensitive areas for women, such as the clitoris and the first few inches of the vaginal opening, can be stimulated effectively regardless of penis size (3).

The Male Perspective: The people who actually care MOST about penis size are men! This is also true, believe it or not, for many physical features, like muscularity, fitness, and other traits we have been trained to assume are important for women, culturally. For many women, emotional connection, trust, and feeling desired play a much more significant role in their sexual satisfaction, making the size of a man’s penis far less critical than important topics like communication, touch, and desire. Don’t let your insecurity make you vulnerable to aggressive marketing that tries to capitalize on the fears generated by this myth.

The Sexual Perspective: A prodigious penis can sometimes cause discomfort or pain during intercourse. Larger-sized male genitalia can bruise, tear, or even prolapse the female anatomy. In these cases, open communication between partners, proper lubrication, and finding comfortable positions for both parties become even more crucial (4). Learning about and communicating the types of sensations, positions, and stimulation that makes your partner get focused on pleasure is all about honesty and creating healthy context for listening.

The True Keys to Sexual Satisfaction: Focus on size can create unnecessary anxiety and insecurity for both men and women. It’s essential to remember that pleasure and satisfaction in a sexual relationship come from more than just physical attributes. Good communication, trust, and the willingness to explore and adapt to each other’s needs are the genuine keys to a fulfilling sexual experience (5). Willingness to explore, fail, and put effort into quality feedback and receptivity to feedback mean far far more to your potential partners.

Knowledge is power, and debunking these common sex myths can pave the way for a more open, honest, and healthy approach to sexuality and relationships. By focusing on communication, trust, and technique, we can all enjoy more satisfying and pleasurable sexual experiences. Where you can go with your imagination, your words, your touch, and your sensitivity to the experiences of your partner will ALWAYS play a bigger role than a number on a ruler.

Sources: (1) Frederick, D. A., Lever, J., & Peplau, L. A. (2007). Interest in cosmetic surgery and body image: Views of men and women across the lifespan. Plastic and Reconstructive Surgery, 120(5), 1407-1415.

(2) Pendergrass, P. B., Reeves, C. A., Belovicz, M. W., Molter, D. J., & White, J. H. (2003). Surface area of the human vagina as measured from vinyl polysiloxane casts. Gynecologic and Obstetric Investigation, 55(2), 110-113.

(3) Herbenick, D., Fu, T. C., Arter, J., Sanders, S. A., & Dodge, B. (2018). Women’s experiences with genital touching, sexual pleasure, and orgasm: Results from a U.S. probability sample of women ages 18 to 94. Journal of Sex & Marital Therapy, 44(2), 201-212.

Hannah Foxx

Worried you might not connect with a woman if her brain isn’t as sexy as her body? You found the right lady! I’m Hannah, a luxury companion here at the BunnyRanch and a specialist in bringing intimacy back into your life. I’m a sweet Georgia Peach, standing 5’8”. As a former nurse, EMT, model, and sex educator, I’m so much more than the girl next door! Join me for the perfect date. Let’s explore Nevada together and then venture back to my suite to explore one another. Want to try something new? I’ll show you the ropes, and the knots to go with them! I’ve taught individuals and couples how to better express themselves in the bedroom, and I’ve helped individuals with disabilities and other unique challenges discover their sexual identity for the first time. Are you kinky? We’re going to get along fine! As an active member of the sex education and kink community, I’m the right lady to take you on your first adventure trying something new. I won’t get shy when you tell me EXACTLY what you want. I love communication. I’m very outgoing, don’t worry if you’re shy! I’d love to get to know you better and plan our date. An evening with me is sure to be memorable. During our time together we will get to relax, indulge our desires, and enjoy each other without staring at the clock. An encounter with me is always a quality one; I focus 100% of my attention on you and the things you’ve most wanted to experience. After you make an appointment with me, you’ll get my phone number and we can spend some time texting back and forth and getting to know one another so I can not only make you more comfortable but take the time to learn more about what’s going to make this into a real adventure for you. The best way to make sure we’ll see one another is to email me! I’ll have time set aside just for you and you’ll have my smiling face ready to greet you when you enter. The process is simple and I can’t wait to help you through it. What visitors are saying… “I was a first-timer and I picked Hannah because she has a great smile (even though she was wearing a dress that conceals her smoking hot body!). This beautiful young woman is the total package, brains, beauty, and skill. Negotiation was fair and well worth it. She aims to give you the best experience you could possibly have. Always attentive, great conversation, excellent bedroom skills, and never rushed. You couldn’t have a better party with anyone anywhere.” -Bunny Board Reviewer ==Frequently Asked Questions== “I’m a first-timer, are you the right choice for me?” As a first-timer here at the Nevada Brothels, it can be a little overwhelming. I’m here to be your personal tour guide and help answer all your questions! From helping you find great deals on hotels in Nevada to arranging our complimentary driver service to and from the ranch, I’ll take the stress out of your first visit! “Do you see older men?” The answer is yes! I love having a seasoned man visit me. Older gentlemen always know how to treat a lady with respect. I’m sapiosexual and I really don’t care about what package you come in. I’d feel so lucky to help you rediscover intimacy, or be that young, sexy, and intelligent woman on your arm who reminds you of what it feels like to be wanted. “What about if this is really my first time?” Your first time should be the night you remember, let me ease your nerves and make this experience special. As a virgin, it can feel embarrassing to talk about having your first experience. I’m here to tell you, you’re not alone! I can help you become a confident lover and settle your nerves with women in and out of the bedroom! I even offer free dating advice and, if you’d like, we could go out for a night on the town, either to get to know one another first so you don’t feel like you’re having an experience with a stranger, or to give you the practice you’ll need to have confidence the next time you want to approach a woman who makes you smile. “Do you work with couples?” Come and have a fantastic time with a real professional who will respect the boundaries of your relationship. Tell me about your fantasies and preferences regarding adding another lover to the bedroom. I’ll work with you to make them a reality and take away the stress of meeting a stranger at some random club. Whether it’s spicing up your sex life, learning sex education topics with a hands-on demonstration, giving that special anniversary or birthday present to someone special, or making that fantasy you’ve always shared come true, I’m here to make the experience safe, fun, informative, and stress-free so you can both lean into what makes your relationship shine, one another! You’ll be able to message me individually or together leading up to your time together, whatever makes you both most comfortable! Have another question? Email me at [email protected]

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What is Your Love Language?

What is Your Love Language ?

Love is a universal feeling that we all experience in our lives. However, the way we express and receive love can differ from person to person. That’s where the concept of love languages comes in.

What do love languages and brothel visits have in common ? While the concept of love languages may not be directly related to visiting a brothel, there is a potential overlap in terms of how you choose to pursue your experience of love and intimacy

#1 Words of Affirmation

People who experience or express love through words of affirmation value verbal recognition and appreciation from their loved ones.

If you love showering your companion with compliments and praise or enjoy sending or receiving cute texts, then words of affirmation is your love language.

#2 Acts of Service

Imagine that you come home exhausted from a never-ending day at work to find that your partner has been so thoughtful to cook you dinner, do the dishes and clean the house. If you get the ultimate feeling of love from acts of service, then this is your love language.

#3 Gifts

Gift giving doesn’t have to mean giving large or expensive gifts. The thought behind the gift is what is important. Picking up your partner’s favorite dessert from the store, sending them flowers or getting your partner a gift certificate to a new restaurant they are wanting to try are all ways of thoughtful gift giving.

#4 Quality Time

Spending quality time with someone special is my primary love language. I love getting to know someone on a personal level and learn new things about that person. My focus is to carve out a dedicated time for shared experiences and meaningful conversation. By spending time in a focused and intentional way, you can deepen your connection and show your loved one how much you care.

#5 Physical Touch

Behind quality time, physical touch is my secondary love language. I absolutely adore showing affection to that special someone and admire receiving physical affection back.

Physical touch can be as simple as holding hands or as imaginative as a sensual massage. It is important to recognize your partner’s boundaries and be respectful of them.

Understanding and speaking your partner’s love language is essential for a healthy and happy relationship. By showing love in a way that resonates with your partner, you can

strengthen your bond and create a deeper connection. Take the time to learn your companion’s love language and make sure to express your love in a way that speaks to them.

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Hey there, love! I’m Autumn, a friendly, easy-going sweetheart , who adores pampering you with affection and intimacy. I love to be in the kitchen creating new dishes or outside exploring the area. Let’s indulge in a relaxing bubble bath and share a bottle of wine or enjoy a grand night on the town and enjoy each other’s company. I have a very exclusive secret that I love to share with my special companions. Once we spend some time together, you won’t be able to get enough of me…

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JerkMate Review 2021

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What Do Courtesans Fantasize About?

It’s true that professional sex workers, due to the nature of our business, have engaged in a very wide variety of erotic activities with many clients, male and female, gay, straight, and transgendered, and with people who range in age from 18 to 70+. Whatever activity a customer requests, as long as it is nonviolent and adheres to the strict standards of sexual safety we follow, like barrier methods involving condoms and latex gloves for manual stimulation, we will provide the utmost satisfaction.

Our range of client experiences is vast and often unusual. We’ve made love with people in their full-dress military uniforms (although they were wearing only the top halves). I once finger-banged a lady Marine who had fought in some of the world’s most dangerous places, and was bi-curious for a woman’s touch. I enjoyed helping her release her tension by stroking areas of her inner reaches that she never had known were so sensitive. I thanked her for her service by giving her several shaking orgasms. She was a sweetie, and I was glad to help her broaden her sexual tastes.

Some of us have had the fun of fucking Furries. (Say that five times fast!) Who, or what, are Furries? They’re people who like to dress up in oversized cartoon-animal costumes, like the ones you see sports team mascots wearing when they’re encouraging crowds to cheer. Their costumes have openings at the crotches, so that a male furry bear can penetrate a female furry squirrel’s pussy. I guess I’m one of the few courtesans who can say that I’ve been fucked by a man in a furry raccoon suit!

A cynical person might carp that your average courtesan has seen everything that the human sexual imagination has to offer. Nothing can be truly “new” to her, right? I disagree—there is infinite variety to be found throughout humanity. And if you like to fantasize like I do, the actual sex acts feel even more pleasurable.

Even courtesans who have had hundreds of lovers cross their sheets still engage in sex dreams. While we work to help keep the legend of our late founder, Dennis Hof, rolling along, we have personal goals like he did, and told us to seek, too. He taught us to save and invest the money you, our clients, so generously provide for our expert services. Some of us may want to open restaurants or hotels of our own, or car dealerships, or even build a real estate development. Some of the ladies think about where they’d like to travel for their next vacation.

As for me, I’d like to build a clientele numerous enough to enable me to afford to keep my own all-male harem in a big ranch house. Of course, I’d pay them very well, treat them beautifully, but they’d “belong” to me. What woman wouldn’t want to get home after a few days on her back grinding her hips to help multiple males spill their seed to be met at her front door by a naked, toned, pretty hunk o’ man holding a tray with a glass of Champagne freshly poured and bubbling? And his cock rising to salute her?

Behind him would be the rest of the gang, a diverse group of hotties of all colors and ages, all waiting to serve me. Two of them would gently help me out of my clothing and into my PJs, because I crave a refreshing nap after a work week of making the beast with two backs, as Shakespeare wrote of sex. Another would carry me to my sofa and lay me gently down on the deep, giving cushions. Yet another would slip off my socks and gently massage my feet to relax my body into slumber. While I slept, I’d dream of living the exciting life of Queen Cleopatra, who took as her lovers two of the most important men of the Roman world, the handsome young warrior and would-be emperor Marc Antony and the older, balding but still immensely powerful Julius Caesar.

When I awakened, the smell of good food cooking would be wafting in from the kitchen—among my hired hands would be those of an expert chef, of course. After being served a beautifully prepared and presented French meal, my servants would peel off my jammies and panty so that I could make my way to a warm bath waiting in my old-fashioned, deep clawfoot tub, where I’d soak up comfort as one of my house-men sat in a chair, reading poetry to me in a deep, mellifluous voice. Afterwards, two naked men would dry me off with plush, soft towels.

Then, I’d adjourn to my bedroom where, depending on my mood, I’d ask a couple of my guys to snuggle with me under the covers, or have a man fire up my electric wand massager and trace it lightly over my body—just about a quarter-inch above my skin so the vibrations feel teasing and exquisite, halting at the split of my cunny and circling the massager around my mound of Venus until Venus is singing with fiery pleasure.

Either from the warm presence of my snuggle-bunnies or the stimulation of the magic wand, I’d be soaking wet between my legs and horny again although I’d been working hard fucking all week. (We courtesans have great powers of recovery.) I’d dismiss the wand-wielder with a soft kiss, and instruct the two men to glove up their stiff dicks, cover the condoms with my favorite fruity edible lubricant, and present themselves for a double BJ-at-my-bedside, one cock per hand. Then I’d suck their socks off, getting myself even wetter, leaving a fragrant spot of dampness on the sheet where I sat.

After I satisfied myself that those two cocksmen were ready for sex, I’d go into full command mode, ordering them to freshen up the lube on their spears. “You,” I’d say to the first, “lay down on your back, and hold up that meat for me to mount.” And I’d climb aboard him, thrilling at the sensation of his firm flesh uniting with mine. Then I’d snap my fingers at the one waiting. “Get behind me, and stick that thing up my ass!” I’d demand. Oh, yeah, double penetration—double the fun. When a girl has got one cock in her puss, and then feels another one sliding up her bum, you can imagine her eyes rolling back in her head from the overwhelming ecstasy. (Mine do.) I like my lovers to get as noisy as possible during sex because I delight in the lion-like grunts and groans and roars men make as they near climax. When their hardness breaks and they gasp as they fill those rubbers with white lightning, I’m in Heaven. (Those magnificent roaring orgasms would be only one of the perks of working for me. And I would tip well too!)

In my personal frat house, every man would have his own luxury room equipped with exercise equipment and private bath. Of course, part of the deal would be that if the boss, she being me, should mosey into one of those private bathrooms while one of my personal fuckboys is taking a shower, and wants to wash his cock and hairy balls, then soap up his shaft and stroke out some warm jets of cum, that’s my prerogative. And part of the job description.

I don’t know how many guys I’d keep as lovers—maybe eight or 10. With that many men, several would always be ready to get it up for Mama or to populate a midnight fuck party. A lot of girls have daydreamed about having cock on call. I would simply be reversing the roles that have defined men’s and women’s relationships. An in-house dick squadron would answer to my needs and wants—and cook and clean and shop, too! During my working times, I do my best to give my clients the pleasure and satisfaction they deserve. But at home, I’d be getting the personal attention I deserve. To paraphrase the great Mae West, who would invite groups of bodybuilders to her home for discreet sex parties, “A few men in the house is worth two in the street!”

Would you—or you and some of your buddies—like to help me realize my fantasy? I’m always available to audition new talent.

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Remy Martin

Charming and beautiful, Remy Martin from Dennis Hof's BunnyRanch 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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Making Love with Me is Like a Waking Dream

Endless surveys have shown that people daydream about sex for several hours each day. Often the fantasies involve taking total sexual possession of someone at your job, or in your class at college, or even your best friend’s spouse. When you allow yourself complete freedom of imagination to contemplate coupling with anyone who catches your fancy, you can picture yourself doing anything you want with anyone you desire, with no real-world consequences because it’s all in your mind.

Do you have a boss, male or female, with a smart-ass attitude, who typically gives you instructions on a project, then changes them arbitrarily or capriciously, and tries to blame you for distracting him or her when you know you’re being mind-fucked and abused? Maybe you’ve gone to sleep and dreamed of catching such a supervisor alone in his or her office at the end of the day when everyone else has gone home. You close the office door for privacy and tell, no, command your boss to come out from behind that desk. If your boss is a man and you’re a woman, you’re no longer the meek, compliant employee; now you are in charge. “Unzip your pants and pull out your cock, now,” you snarl with authority and confidence. Your reversal of roles causes the boss to pop a rod that’s impressively massive. You always knew your boss was a dick, but his real dick is a big one. He starts to say something, but you quickly put a finger to your lips and snap “Shut up and do as I say!” You flop down in the leather-covered chair behind the desk, telling Bosso to stand beside you.

You wrap your fingers around his schlong and lock eyes with him. “I am going to jerk you off until you shoot all over the fucking paperwork on this desk,” you instruct. Then you start stroking his nasty knob very slowly, but with a firm grip, stretching the skin of his shaft until it’s taut. You’re determined to make this jack-off last achingly long. You’re loving the control you’re exerting over the situation. You gradually increase the speed of your stroking until the head of his cock is purple and straining to cum. He begs you to let him ejaculate, but you make him wait and wait until he’s nearly crying for relief. Then you point his cock over the desktop. The cum pours out of him, stream after gushing stream, because this is a sex dream and things are more exaggerated than real time. “Uh, uuuhhh!” is all your daytime master can muster as his man-milk soaks all the folders, reports, and letters strewn across the desk.

When you wake up the next morning, you’re filled with flaming confidence. Although your adventure with Mr. Big Dick was only a dream, you know your relationship will never be the same. No matter how he acts in the future, you’ll always have your secret fantasy of having milked his cock until it spewed all over his desk. Every time you meet with him now, you visualize all that white sticky stuff on that desk. Best of all, your greatly increased sense of self-respect permanently changes your working relationship so that the former bully-boy boss stops making you a target of his manipulation because he knows you’re a woman he can no longer dominate.

Now let’s say you’re a guy who has a snippy bitch for a boss, but one with a body that won’t quit: a tight, rounded, gym-firmed fanny; pert tits; legs toned and long-muscled from jogging; hair that is as dark as her eyes are blue, with pinpoint pupils that make her eyes look otherworldly. She treats all her workers with such contempt that the secret nickname she’s been given among the staff is “Dom.” This is a woman that you think needs to be fucked and tamed.

When you go to bed that night, the last thoughts you have as you drift into slumber are fantasies about this woman. The next thing you know, you’re in dreamland, and the setting is a luxury hotel where you and your boss and other staffers are staying on a business trip. It’s late at night, and you should be crawling under the covers in your room because you’ve had such a long day of client meetings. But, typical of her, your boss calls your room and orders you to come to hers so you both can discuss the day’s events. You’re exhausted, but you go before you must.

You’re startled when she opens the door after you knock. She’s standing there wearing nothing but a negligee. Vaguely, you think to yourself, “This can’t be real,” and, of course, it isn’t; it’s a dream. And in a dream, the impossible becomes possible.

You look up and down at her, and instantly your exhaustion fades and your excitement builds. She’s saying something about business, but fuck that, you’re not listening. You observe the sharp points of her nipples pressing against the bra of her sleepwear—“fuck-her wear” is what you think. She keeps yammering, but you give her a hard look and say something you never would in real life: “Shut up, Sonia. First, I’m going to kiss you and grab your ass, then I’m going to stick my dick in your pussy. Got it?”

Once again, the roles are reversed. Sonia goes silent, obeying you, turning her head upward to receive your kiss. You draw her close, planting your mouth on hers, sticking your tongues wrapping around each other. You reach around, slipping your hands inside her panties, cupping her buttocks and squeezing them tight. This causes her to press her pussy area against your hardening cock-bulge. She is surrendering herself to you.

“Get up on that bed and assume the position,” you say, wondering whether she’ll lay on her back or get up on all fours. She chooses doggie style. You take a condom that’s sitting in a foil wrapper on the bedside table—things like that always appear magically in dreams—tear it open and apply it to your cock. (Again, this being a dream, your pants and underwear have disappeared, leaving your rock-hard member standing erect.)

You get up behind Sonia on the bed, tearing the crotch of her panties wide open, which causes her to gasp in surprise and eager anticipation. Her pussy is swollen and ready to be penetrated. Her pubic hair is thick and as dark as her hair; the carpet matches the drapes, as they say. You know she’s wet because you can smell her moist girl-scent, and a two-finger probe of her vagina confirms she’s slick and ready and elicits a deep moan from her lovely swanlike throat. “Please, please put it in me,” she asks. “I can’t wait any longer.” And that’s what you do: slide your torpedo deep inside her tube, feeling her pussy hair softly rustling against the base of your meat stick. “You’re gonna get fucked like this every time you keep me late for overtime, boss lady,” you growl. Then you stop, aware that you would never say such a thing to your superior—but then, you’d never be balls-deep inside her sugar walls, either. “I must be dreaming,” you realize, and bingo, you’re now doing lucid dreaming. But the muscles of Sonia’s pussy hold your dick in a tight, palpable grip, and soon you’re filling Sonia with cum (contained in the condom). When you wake up, you feel as depleted as if you really had fucked your lady boss.

Lucid dreaming is the best kind. You’re aware that you’re in an alternate universe where you can fly at greet speed or just hover a thousand feet in the air; jump off a cliff and float to earth without a parachute; walk through walls; and ask any dream figure that appears what it means in your subconscious mind, and it must answer. And, heh heh, you can fuck anyone from your waking life without consequences, because everything that occurs is all in your mind. (Too bad that teenage boys—and girls—can’t yet be taught to dream lucidly. Millions of girls could, in their dreams, ride the cocks of any guys they secretly desired without getting a “bad” reputation. And millions of boys could forego sore hands and raw penises from daily masturbation while their hormones raged. They could look forward to meeting and screwing the cheerleaders of their dirtiest dreams in their dreams. They could fuck as many pussies as they wanted, spurt in them time after time, and not wake up with cum-dampened underpants.)

I am here to make your wildest dreams come true. Let me be your creative power in planning and carrying out your wettest dreams. Maybe I can act the part of the mysterious spirit girl who awakens you with a sudden blow job? Maybe you want to dream of finding yourself blindfolded and naked in a strange place, where you hear a woman’s soft steps entering the room, then feel your cock being mounted by a girl who uses your tool to fuck herself silly to orgasm. Let me be your weaver of dirty dreams.

Contact me at [email protected] to make an appointment.

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I am Cumisha Amado, Adult Film Star featured in over 300 Adult Films and various Men’s Magazines: Playboy Int’l, Oriental Dolls, Penthouse Int’l etc. I’ve produced a Series of Swingers Videos: American Connection 1- 3 and a Featured Film. I am a graduate of San Francisco State as a Registered Nurse (OB/GYN) and had 2 scholarships to Julliard School of Music for Piano in Classical Music. I speak English, Some Spanish, Tagalog, Elocano, little French. My special talents and skills: Was a Registered Nurse, Love giving massages, I accommodate to everybody’s fantasies and needs especially the Handicap and Couples. I will negotiate to whatever budget the Clients feels appropriate to their needs or Fantasies. I aim to please and make the Client satisfied. I very open-minded, outgoing, smart, sensual, romantic, Bi-Sexual, and love to make a person feel “Special”. I also love Fetishes and B&D.

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Won’t You Be My Footman?

A man I once dated told me about a new neighbor he fancied. Not only was she a pretty, long-haired strawberry blonde with full breasts and a nice, round tushy, but she was friendly and approachable—easy to get to know. Her conversations with him were pleasantly teasing and flirtatious, and he felt he had a good chance to land in bed with her.

In the wintertime, she always wore a black faux-fur overcoat that complemented her shapely dimensions, matching it with a pair of brown leather knee-high boots with heels. The boots were shiny and sexily caressed her slim legs. One day, while they were chatting in her driveway, he said he liked her boots. “Thank you,” she answered, sweetly. “A girl has to have nice footwear.” Then she leaned back against the trunk of her dark-colored BMW, arching her back seductively and extending her boot-clad legs one at a time.

Her movements, especially those of her lower extremities, sent a thrill up his spine and strong signals to his cock, which shot up hard so fast he thought he heard the sound of a whip cracking, though it was only in his fevered imagination. He was wearing sweatpants without underwear, so he knew she could see his bulge. He clumsily tried to conceal it by turning slightly to the side but doing so only exposed more of his lance. He was embarrassed but also wildly excited. He made a quick and obvious excuse about having “something to do,” and quickly returned to his residence.

As soon as he closed his front door, his rapidly beating heart and quickened breathing—and the rock-hard tool in his pants—told him all he needed to know: His sexy neighbor, especially her boots, had set the sex-center of his brain on max, and he leaned against the wall of his foyer, threw down his sweatpants, and grabbed his raging cock in his right hand.

He tried to start his jacking motions off at a slow pace, to savor the feeling she aroused in him, but his hand began stroking faster and faster as he rose to a furious, spouting climax that shot cum against the opposite wall. His only regret, as he sagged, exhausted, almost tripping over the sweatpants gathered at his ankles, was that his spume hadn’t been splattered on her boots.

Oh, my God, he realized. I’m a foot fetishist—and I love it!

Women’s bodies, as men and bisexual or gay women all know, have been equipped with a cornucopia of erotic zones and parts. In fact, across the wondrous landscape of the female form, there is no place that cannot be eroticized. None. Nature formed us that way in far ancient times to attract male mates, who would offer food and protection and, of course, generous hot beef injections of caveman cock. (We girls hear the echo of those primitive times when men grunt and gibber like apes as they pump our pussies full of cum.)

Some men are known for favoring certain areas; you can call a guy an “ass man” or a “breast man,” but men who sexually crave and fantasize about women’s feet and legs are a special subculture of fetishists. They’re highly imaginative and can think of so many ways to derive extreme sexual joy from the delicate toes, the smooth soles, the well-trimmed toenails, the elegant arches, and the well-turned ankles of women’s feet. For this fetish, size really doesn’t matter; small and large feet are both favored.

Foot fetishism was probably at its height during the Victorian Age, a time of public shame about sexual expression but hypersexual activities in private. (For example, in one major city, there reportedly was a brothel that for women only. Very privileged women, who would be brought inside via a hidden private entrance. Instead of the traditional lineup, in which the sex workers parade themselves before clients who select the girl or girls they favor, the women would be guided upstairs to a bedroom kept in total darkness to mask the woman’s identity from the male sex worker who would service her needs. Their encounter would take place in total silence so that even the woman’s voice, which might be well-known if she was socially prominent, would remain secret.)

The moral repressiveness of the period has been attributed to Queen Victoria’s alleged sexual conservatism, but the true culprit for the priggishness of the time was her stern husband, the German-born Prince Albert. Her views about sex are unknown, but as a feisty and spirted young wife, she had eight children with her beloved husband, so he certainly aroused her passions.

Embarrassment about sexual matters grew to be ridiculous. The term “legs” became almost a dirty word because legs (usually, just the bare ankles, which became highly erotically charged in the male imagination) were all that men got to see of women’s bodies, covered, even in humid summers, by layers of clothing, unless they frequented brothels, were married, or were fortunate enough to find adventurous, artistic, rebellious feminist lovers. Even the legs of pianos were cloaked in lace because looking at those lifeless wooden supports might tempt a young man into lustful thoughts!

You can well imagine how much sexual curiosity was provoked by all this “no-no” advice: lots. During the 19^th century, women of means wore calf-length dress shoes with many buttons winding all the way up. It could take two to three minutes to button up—or unbutton—that elegant footwear, so flattering to a woman’s feet and legs.

A man in the company of an experienced period courtesan—or lucky enough to have a passionate lover in the everyday world—could sit comfortably in a chair, languidly puffing on a cigar while his lady friend stripped down to her high-button shoes, then took her sweet time seductively unfastening each button of a shoe before slipping it off, slowly, revealing a naked foot. The gentleman of leisure would rise to his feet, remove his clothing, fold them neatly, and turn to face her with a stiff rod saluting her beauty.

But instead of gripping his rod with her hand or taking it into her mouth or pussy, she would apply cream to her toes and feet, then reach with her legs until her toes wrapped themselves around his shaft, caressing it gently and skillfully, “playing” it like a snake charmer until the “snake” spit out its white goo all along the lady’s feet and legs.

History shows that forbidden things become more and more attractive over time. Pretty soon cowgirl boots, riding boots, hiking boots, slippers, ballet shoes, stockings, socks, sneakers, and even pantyhose would join the assortment of costumes favored by foot lovers. As dresses began to shorten in the early 20^th century, exposing more of the legs, foot men rejoiced. Now they would have a clear route to the delicious vagina, their journey beginning at a lady’s big toe and traveling on up her leg until they met her oval of delight.

If you’d like to schedule a meeting, be sure to ask me to show you how you can give me an orgasm just by massaging the ball of my foot. It may be an unusual way to begin foreplay for you, but everyone can benefit from learning new sexual skills. You can quote me on that! Contact me at [email protected]

Olivia Green

Hello there…I’m Olivia Green, the girl next door from Nantucket, Massachusetts. (You probably know the limerick ; ) I’m a down to earth lady who drinks with her pinky extended LOL. I may look innocent, but I have a sexy wild streak. Call me classy, flirty, and dirty… Whether it be a GFE or a PSE experience that you’re looking for, I will make you forget the outside world exists in my cozy comfy room…Let me pamper you. I suck at playing pool but if you can laugh with me over a drink, we could have so much fun! I love music…Everything from electronic dance music to classic rock, and even some metal. I like any beat that makes my body move! I love exploring your fetishes. There’s nothing we can’t talk about in the privacy of my room. I’m a squirter, and I absolutely adore couples. Two girl parties, two gentlemen parties…The possibilities are endless! I’m a trained pastry chef, so I can bake you something after we party all night! Apple Crisp anyone? I have the ultimate respect for the men and women that are active duty and retired military, and I always offer them a discount : ) Contact me today at [email protected] and let’s plan a sexual adventure together!

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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.

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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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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.

Contact me at R[email protected], and let me expand your horizons.

Remy Martin

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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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We all have secrets and desires we want to share. Those little things we need in our lives that we haven’t quite found yet. We all want to touch, taste, feel and see all the world has to offer. Sadly, we are often limited in what we can explore in ourselves and others. Luckily all those taboos and limitations fall away when you enter my room. Secrets become shared experiences and every desire is chased after to completion.

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How Having a Brothel Girlfriend Can Help you Find the Relationship of Your Dreams

Are you looking for love at the Bunny Ranch? We can help you find it! You may think that seeing a professional courtesan in a legal brothel would not necessarily contribute to finding the relationship of your dreams; however, nothing could be further from the truth! Of course, don’t take this the wrong way: hoping your lady of choice at the brothel is going to fall in love with you is not the way to approach things. She’s a professional offering her services, after all! However, what you may never have considered are all the ways that seeing her can facilitate your pursuit of lifelong happiness in your real-world relationships.

Exploring your options while dating, before you are ready to settle down, can be complicated! Having a brothel girlfriend means you can still experience intimacy while proceeding to pursue your ideal relationship without complications or jealousy. She is there to provide wonderful experiences, not to compete for you against other women in your life. When you do find success in your relationships, she will be thrilled to hear things are going well for you in your personal life!

Having a brothel girlfriend can motivate you to take better care of yourself. If you are being intimate with someone, you ideally want to be in your best shape for your mutual enjoyment, right? The motivation to eat healthier and work out more so you are in better shape when you come to visit and spend time with her spills over benefits into the rest of your life. This will increase your attractiveness to women in the outside world. (Do you know that men in relationships are actually more attractive than lonely ones?) The happier and healthier you are, the more you will attract the woman you want!

Having a brothel girlfriend will improve your mood and prevent you from making poor decisions based on desperation. If you are sexually frustrated, you may seek out women who otherwise wouldn’t be up to your standards, and unintentionally embroil yourself in emotional tangles you had no intention of getting into. Knowing you have a gorgeous lady waiting for you whenever you wish allows you to be much more confident when choosing women to pursue in the outside world.

Having a brothel girlfriend allows you to practice your bedroom skills and expand your sexual repertoire. Because it is an emotionally neutral space, you can ask for and get real feedback from a courtesan which someone you are dating (or married to) may be afraid to give you for fear of hurting your feelings or causing discord. Women, of course, prefer men who are experienced and skilled in the bedroom, so this will go a long way in your future relationships! (Remember, you don’t save yourself for “the one,” you practice for “the one!”)

Think of your brothel visits in terms of therapy and self-care. Taking care of your needs will improve how you view yourself as a person and how you approach others. You deserve to treat yourself a guaranteed wonderful time that you have more than earned in exchange for all your hard work. Furthermore, seeing a professional means you are not going to waste time trying to hook up with women who may not be interested, who may not be as enthusiastic or skilled in the bedroom as you would like, or who may come with a host of demands far more complex than a clear-cut exchange of currency.

If you find it challenging to keep your emotions in check when spending time with a beautiful lady, another great idea is to mix it up a little. To make sure you don’t let your emotions get too far in control and that you keep the door open to receiving the real relationship you are looking for, it can be a good idea to see more than one lady. Threesomes are not only a great fantasy to fulfill, they help keep you from letting your thoughts get clouded by infatuation instead of focused on your goals and the pure enjoyment of the moment.

If you were unsure about visiting the Bunny Ranch because what you want is a real relationship, I hope this has assuaged your concerns and you now see just how many ways we can support your quest for love. May you find “the one” and live happily ever after!

Amelia Heart

A slender, all-natural brunette, Amelia Heart is a confident, compassionate, and open-minded woman seeking to share all the vitality and spirit of life, of which sensuality and sexuality are such important components. She is currently seeing clients at Dennis Hof's Kit Kat brothel near Reno, Nevada.

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