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

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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SQUIRTING: WHAT IS IT?

SQUIRTING: WHAT IS IT?

Hello! I am Natasha Star, your squirting Starlet at Sagebrush Ranch. You have probably heard the terms “squirting” or “female ejaculation.” But have you ever experienced this amazing sensation, or wondered what it is? Well, read on my friends, as we explore this phenomenon together.

 

What is “squirting”?

Squirting is the warm gush of liquid a woman releases during sex. It is not always accompanied by a typical orgasm (although, in my experiences it often does), and it can even release practically unnoticed. The amount of fluid a woman releases can range from a trickle to a waterfall. Every woman experiences squirting differently, but to me it is the rawest form of sexual ecstasy, a feeling of energetic release and empowerment, and one of the greatest (and most sacred) pleasures for those fortunate enough to be involved.

Okay, but what is it?

The number one question—and often accusation—I get, is whether or not squirting is pee.

There is massive controversy over this. One reason for this controversy is that there is scant funding available for scientific research, and the research that has been performed is incredibly small and incomplete. The few studies also tend to contradict each other. (If this blog post garners enough interest, I am willing to go into these specifics in another article.) So the short answer is that science doesn’t really know what squirting is. But science also can’t fully explain the brain’s neural mapping and plasticity either, despite decades of research and countless studies. Humans are complex and interesting, and squirting definitely harbors those qualities!

Scant studies aside, everyone I know who has genuinely experienced this phenomenon agree it is definitely not pee. The fluid is not yellow, doesn’t taste or smell like urine, can be extracted in large amounts almost immediately after an emptied bladder, and often can be felt swelling to release inside the vagina. In my opinion, it goes beyond science’s current capabilities to measure and observe. It is one of the most amazing wonders in the world, experienced by millions of women throughout history.

The History of Squirting

Mentions of squirting—known as the beautiful word Amrita—dates back thousands of years, and is found in Tantric Yoga texts. In Sanskrit, Amrita means “sweet nectar.” It is said to be sexual energy manifested into physical form, the essence of divine feminine energy, and even an amazing medicine. Some believe this sweet nectar is sacred. A mystical experience. Drinking the liquid is like drinking the divine expression of the feminine.

Wait a minute … How does a tremendous wet spot arise from divinity?

To understand this we need to discuss the Kundalini. The Kundalini is a vital life force, represented as a slumbering, twin-serpent energy which resides at the base of our spine. When awoken through sex and various spiritual practices, the Kundalini travels up the spine, purifying the chakras, and aligning them with love.

Aligning and purifying chakras can cause complete-body, energetic orgasms. When the Kundalini touches a woman’s crown chakra—the two serpent bodies woven all the way down to the base of the spine—the snakes’ eyes meet around her brain’s pineal gland, and at this point the fluids of the two snakes flows down to the yoni (vagina), creating Amrita (squirting). The experience is often raw, powerful, meditative, and, yes, even spiritual. A gift from heaven to Earth.

From my own experience, I can attest that there is definitely an energy which arises with Amrita. This energy is deep and powerful and raw … almost feral.  My vocalizations often become low and guttural, at times almost animalistic, as if I am pulling the energy of every female ancestor before me. 

How Does a Woman Go About Releasing Amrita?

Amrita might expel from a woman’s body, but getting to the point of it’s creation is more mental and emotional than physical.  Squirting generally activates when the woman is 100% present within her body, is tuned into her natural-self, and understands self-love. I have found this to be true, and believe one reason I am so prolific with this gift is because I enjoy being present with all of my lovers, and adore the sharing of affection and compassion which accompanies our intimate connections.

Physical stimulation is also usually (but not always!) needed to make a woman squirt, and every woman will vary. I can gush from either penetration or clitoral stimulation alone, but combining both really gets me going—a practice I can teach you. Communication is key, and I am more than happy to guide you through this titillating experience.

People have tried to explain squirting, measure it, debate it, categorize and critique it. But words fail to describe this phenomenon. I mean, how can one accurately explain sexual divinity? Squirting—Amrita—is a wonder which needs to be experienced first-hand to be fully appreciated.

What about you? Have you experienced the amazing sensation of Amrita? Can you relate to the Kundalini explanation? Would you like to experience squirting firsthand?

 

I would love to be your partner in this sexually-sacred experience.

Please contact me at [email protected] or call 775-246-5683 so we can connect and experience this natural wonder together.

 

 

 

 

 

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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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More Than Sex – By Alice Little

The largest misconception that people have towards legal sex workers is that their job purely entails providing intercourse as a service. As one of the world’s oldest yet misunderstood professions, legal sex workers not only have to constantly stomp out stigma but also work towards educating people that legal sex work is more significant than what it seems to be at the surface. At the core of my profession and the services I provide, is so much more than “just” the sex. It is about fostering intimacy and connection through time and companionship. It is also about educating people; giving them the lifelong skills and knowledge that they can utilize to build fruitful, nurturing, and healthy personal relationships.

One of the most effective and fun ways of establishing a personal connection with a client is through an out-date. On an out-date we leave The Bunny Ranch property and explore any place in Nevada! It provides us with the opportunity to engage in an activity together that stimulates us to converse, discuss a variety of topics, and share our ideas. It also enables us to create memories and have a shared experience together, letting us naturally build sexual chemistry and intimacy!

We can experience the summer days together by visiting the beaches of Lake Tahoe to swim in the crystal blue waters or simply enjoy a picnic by the water. Other lake activities include canoeing, parasailing, jet skiing, or even a dinner and dancing cruise. During the winter we can go skiing or snowboarding, and then get cozy in a nice cabin by a warm fireplace! If you’re less outdoorsy, we can opt for a nice dinner at a delicious restaurant, catch a movie at the cinema, gamble at the casino, or even visit an art exhibition. Out-dates are suitable for anyone and any type of person whether introvert, a couple, a virgin, or an older gentleman. The possibilities for a great out-date together are endless. The only limitations are that we must remain in Nevada state and abide by local laws!

 

The out-date experience can also be extended into an overnight experience, which would give us even more time together! This could mean that after the out-date we head back to my suite at The Bunny Ranch and stay there for the night or even go back to a local hotel or bed and breakfast! Another option could be enjoying the out-date, heading back to the ranch for some hot fun, and then heading out again to enjoy the nightlife scene or dance together somewhere! It all depends on how you want to structure and enjoy your time with me. An out-date also does not necessarily mean that we must have sex and we always can focus more on companionship and interaction. An out-date can look like whatever you want it to!

Legal sex work is about providing companionship. Unlike the companionship that you may receive from your friends or partner, the companionship offered by a legal sex worker such as myself is solely focused on you without the distractions. The problem with the modern world is that real quality companionship is lacking because people are constantly checking their social media feeds, reading their text messages, writing back work emails, snapping pictures, and more. Many people yearn for that deeper level of engagement and connectivity, yet people in society are always distracted by a million different external stimuli. I’m all about letting you feel like the focus of the evening! I am able to listen and converse about a diverse variety of topics, from science to geography and art. My college background has given me the opportunity to be well-versed in a variety of academic and non-academic topics, enabling me to be capable of discussing nearly anything and everything with you!

 

Finally, legal sex workers provide educational experiences. For those who are virgins or newbies to the dating scene, you can learn dating tips and tricks as well as with bedroom skills that help you get better at sex. Those who struggle to communicate with their partner with regards to their sexual desires and needs can learn more about communication through verbal and body language. Mature couples whose busy lives have affected their sexual livelihood can learn new ways to rekindle the flames of their sex life with the help of a legal sex worker. As a BDSM and kink educator, I have worked with many couples who were new to that realm of play. Men can learn more about female consent, and how to use contraception and barriers. Most importantly, I have helped people learn how to love, pleasure, and accept themselves. There is nothing more important than learning how to love oneself because it allows you to better give love and pleasure!

 

 

 

 

 

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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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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.

Cumisha Amado

Cumisha Amado

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 19th 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 20th 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

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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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]anch.com

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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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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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