Can We Talk… Before We Get The Action Going?

 

Usually, when a courtesan has been selected from the Parlor area lineup by a new friend, or has met up with a regular client, she and he will walk to her private room to negotiate her fee for the sexual and personal services she’ll provide to him. After they’ve agreed on a price and the method of payment is conveyed to the cashier the fun stuff can begin. You came to me to cum with me, and so it shall be, to our mutual enjoyment.

However, sometimes I find that a client wants to take some time to chat, to work up to a state of physical excitement and sexual hunger, so that our erotic encounter will be even more special. No matter how many times a person has had sex, time and experience teaches that enjoying the anticipation of lovemaking is like exquisite mental foreplay. While you’re conversing intimately with your lover-to-be, in your mind you picture yourself sucking her nipples, nibbling her neck, and thrusting deeply inside her as she gasps and her body stiffens suddenly at the power of your cock, then slowly relaxes to accept its forceful probing.

Sometimes I like to watch as a client experiences what I call a “sex meditation.” I ask him to undress, lay on my bed, close his eyes, and think about me. I absolutely love it when I see his penis, flaccid as he lays down, start to fill up with blood like a fast-growing root, begin to rise, and transform itself into a veiny, hard stalk of flesh with a swollen glans (the head) swelling and pointing at 12 o’clock high. It’s fun to slip a condom over his erection so slowly he can barely feel it, then squirt some edible lube into my palm, form a circle with my fingers, and sensually smear the slippery liquid down the full length of his quivering organ.

As part of the playful mock-drama I’m building with my guy, I usually start speaking quietly and seductively, squeezing his cock to tease him while I speak sotto voce into his ear. The exquisite sensation of hearing a woman’s sweet voice cooing and her naughty hand toying with his manhood usually gets my men moaning and arching their backs, thrusting their rods into my fist as if it’s my cunt riding them.

Of course, I encourage them to follow that imaginative path. With my lubed hand sliding up and down his shaft, I say, “Feel that grip, lover. That’s my pussy muscles bearing down on you, surrounding you with sugar walls. Sometimes I slide down real slow, inch by inch, so you can appreciate just how deep you’re sinking into me.

“Did you just sense those sudden quick squeezes? That’s your dick making me cum and my pussy spasming. Let me speed up the pace a bit… and oh! I just came again, quick but definite. Naughty boy, I think you’re spearing me with that pink torpedo.

“Let me tickle the head of your cock with my thumb. Just a few flicks. Uh oh, I see that cockhead swelling and ready to spit out some sperm. Now, let me slow down to strong, gripping strokes. Let’s count down… 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1… and blast off! I can feel your fella squirting into the rubber. What powerful pulses! I think you must’ve cum about eight or nine shots’ worth.”

That’s not the end of the story, of course. The sexy-talk hand job is simply to relieve the client’s tension. I’ll carefully remove the filled-up condom, dispose of it, get a washcloth and some creamy soap to cleanse the temporarily spent cock, and lean down to kiss the guy softly while his dick gets a breather.

It usually takes about 20 minutes for most men to recover their ability to grow hard again, but some guys, especially the eager, energetic young ones, will surprise me and pop right back up

Of course, I get that instantaneous reaction because I work for it. I talk to their cocks as if they’re special friends, a little spent after a hard day’s thrusting, that I’d like to see stand straight and tall once more. Why? “Because I am gonna tuck you into my cunt like a wallet into the pocket of some very tight jeans. My cunny alone—no hands—will squeeze the cum right out of you. I want you to contemplate how warm and soft and deep my pussy is, and how much she wants you to fuck her. Imagine!”

All the while that I’m doing this verbal foreplay, I might remain fully dressed. But when you’re ready to really ram it in me, I’ll get out of my clothes so fast you’ll think I’m a quick-change artist. Nope, just a working girl who loves it when a client, nicely, firmly hard, desperately, almost involuntarily, thrusts upward from his pelvis, his body pleading to have me mount him.

Well, maybe I am a quick-change artist because I’ll rip open a condom wrapper and roll that rubber so sensually over your dick from the swelling head to the pulsing base. Then I’ll climb aboard your body, aim your penis at the right angle for vaginal entry, and settle the oval of my O all the way down your shaft.

While my muscular thighs milk your shaft, we can continue our conversation verbally and dirtily or silently, with our transfixed eyes watching each other as our bodies writhe in mutual pleasure.

 

 

 

 

 

Stop by anytime you need a kind listener with a killer body that will fuck the shit out of you. [email protected]

Layloni Stroxxx

Layloni Stroxxx

Of course you are curious, just who is Layloni Stroxxx? I am a true Hawaiian princess filled with all the southern Mississippi charm you could wish for. An unusual mixture for sure but this gives me a kind smooth loving soul and a big heart. I am a free spirt and a bit charming with an incredibly sexy soul. My dreams and desires are bountiful and endless; I live life guided by my lust for learning about and seeing more of the world. I wish to make as many human connections as i possibly can along the way. I posses the rare ability to share a uniquely personal and sincere experience with the people I allow into my unique world.

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5 Ways to Remedy Mismatched Sex Drives by Air Force Amy

When in matrimonial bliss, it’s common to be rocking the bed every day – you just got married, your partner looked hot A.F. at the wedding, and your chemistry has rekindled. This, like all good things, however, comes to an end.

From potentially having children to take care of, to changes in the body causing self-esteem issues, the reasons for that deflating libido are endless. Despite this, there is most likely one of you who still wants to get freaky more often than the other.

Is has to be the guy, right? Well, shove this in his face (or, if you’re male, get ready for a rude awakening); the rate of lower sex libidos in married couples is actually split 50/50 between men and women.

Whether you’re the bunny or the dozing bull in your marriage, I’ve got five hot tips to tell you how you can remedy your mismatched sex drive in marriage – including how I can help you personally.

  1. Change Up Your Routine

Whenever I hear about couples who happen to have sex every Wednesday night, or – God forbid – “schedule” their sex, I visibly cringe! No wonder your libidos are low – you’re probably bored because you know when it’s coming! Let it be spontaneous and fun – do it in a different room, or in the car – heck, do it during a different time of the day, and it’ll already begin to feel like a brand new experience for the both of you!

  1. Give Yourself a Little Lovin’

You’ve probably heard the phrase, “In order to love others, you must first learn to love yourself,” right? Let me tell you right now – that isn’t just emotionally. A big reason why couples have mismatched libidos or an unsatisfying sex life is because they forgot – or simply just don’t know – how they themselves like to be pleasured.

Masturbation is a perfect way to boost confidence, figure out what you love during foreplay, and get you revved up to the point where you’ll have no choice but to grab your partner and go! Plus, you can kick it up a notch and explore mutual masturbation – by watching each other, you get that extra visual education on what your partner likes and dislikes.

Speaking of mutual masturbation….

  1. Explore New Kinks and Toys

It can be very difficult to open up about your secret sexual interests, whether you’ve been with someone for 10 weeks, 10 months, or 10 years. Perhaps society has trained you to believe that what you like is shameful, or that you should never share it with anyone else. This thought process alone can kill your libido, no matter who you’re sharing it with.

Believe it or not, this is a conversation that is best started outside of the bedroom. Bringing up the fact that, “Oh, by the way, I like this very specific act that you may have never heard of before” during sex can make things very awkward, especially if the other party doesn’t feel comfortable. Talking in a neutral setting will make it easier to be honest, bring you closer together, and not deflate any boners (assuming no one has one at the time).

Not only should you share your hidden desires, but be sure to be attentive and create a welcoming environment to your partner’s desires, too – fairness is very important in a relationship. Don’t be afraid to talk about what you’re willing to do and not do; creating boundaries is just as important as breaking them.

And, most importantly, never shame anyone for what they’re interested in.

  1. Make the Bedroom Your Sex Sanctuary

While I mentioned earlier that you should try having sex in different places, that doesn’t mean you should neglect the bedroom entirely. Make it an experience for all the senses – dim the lights, light some candles, play some music, get some ice cubes or feathers, perhaps some strawberries – this should look and feel like a big event. Keep a drawer designated for all your toys and props an arms-length away so you won’t have to do a naked run to a different part of the house, potentially killing the mood.

Think about this in terms of when you aren’t having sex either; in my mind, your bedroom should be your favorite part of the house. Get the coziest blanket and the softest sheets and pillows; decorate it like your dream home. Make it an area that you look forward to going to.

If I were you, I would take it a step further and ban any electronics or stress-inducers. This means no cell phones, no television, no laptops or textbooks. Your bedroom should be for nothing but sex and sleep.

  1. Get an Outside Opinion…or Third Party Involved

Perhaps you’ve already tried these options. While your sex itself may have improved, you still find yourself wanting more, or you still sometimes don’t feel like initiating it, depending on which libido you have. This is the time when I suggest getting a professional opinion.

No, I don’t mean a therapist. Though technically, I am one!

Whether you come together or by yourself, booking time with me at the Bunnyranch is the top way to cure any libido issues. Perhaps all you need is to explore those earlier-mentioned kinks with a threesome – who better to join you than someone who’s well respected in her industry, and who is the only certified sexologist, loveologist, sex educator, and sex therapist in any legal brothel in Nevada?

I’m also here for you if you just want to talk things out. My certifications give me a very well-rounded perspective on many types of issues in the bedroom, and I ensure that I book enough time with you so that it’s not just a case of sex-and-go; we could spend an entire evening discussing your dilemmas if you wanted to!

Getting an outside opinion may be hard, because it means admitting fault to someone else. But once you get it out in the open, I promise you, it becomes a lot easier to deal with. The first step to fixing any issue is admitting you have one, right?

Having mismatched sex drives can seem absolutely devastating in a relationship, married or otherwise. But, if you two are willing to take the time to work on it, and if you try out these tips, I can assure you that you’ll be on the same sexual wavelength in no time.

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Air Force Amy

Air Force Amy

Star of HBO's 'Cathouse' and a living legend in the world of sex, Air Force Amy is the world's most famous legal prostitute. Known for her beauty, humor, and unrelenting love of life, Amy is the most sought after sex partner in the world.

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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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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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Intimacy after Trauma by Sagebrush Starlet Delilah Rae

 There are a lot of things we don’t like to talk about. Sex, sexuality and the experiences that can change or affect our relationship with intimacy are all on top of the list. These subjects are taboo for both men and women. This can often lead to anxiety when discussing past experiences with a partner and can also lead to stunted sex lives or even end sexual exploration- especially when the change is rooted in a sexual trauma. 

Both men and women can be hesitant or even fearful about discussing sexual violence and trauma. This fear of judgement, repercussions or rejection from a partner can leave a person uncertain about their sexuality.

That sounds really depressing and bleak doesn’t it?

Luckily, the fix might not be easy, but it is achievable and is far from impossible. My grandpa used to say anything worth having is worth working for and I personally think a healthy sex life is very much worth working for. 

Like many things the beginning can be the most intimidating. We ask ourselves questions like, will my partner still care about me, will the provider I’m seeing be understanding, am I the only one that’s gone through this?

If you’re a man or a woman or someone outside the gender binary you are not the only person who has experienced sexual trauma, you are not the only person who has had to navigate this, you are not the only person to heal. You are not the only person to go through this, it’s okay to be challenged! Doing something as simple as reading this blog post is already reclaiming power in yourself. You have made the first (and often scariest) step into having the sexual future you want to have- and it’s closer than you might think.

The second step is taking a realistic look at your goals and where you are at right now. What do you want your sexual future to look like? The answer is different for everyone. For some folks they may want to process trauma through BDSM exploration, some may want to be able to be intimate with many partners and jump into hook-up culture, some may want to get to the point that when they find their soulmate they can go forward with no reservations. 

All of those are valid goals. 

As a sex worker, I obviously advocate for going to professional providers as an amazing option for navigating sexual trauma. I see clients from all walks of life and all sorts of sexual histories from virgins, to trauma survivors to BDSM practitioners and so much more. However, finding a provider who can give trauma informed services can be difficult. 

I’m here to help make that path a little easier. 

As we already said the first step is being honest with yourself and your goals. The second step is communicating those to a provider. What does that even look like?

It’s actually much simpler than you may think.

You’ve decided this is something you want to put the work into, you’ve read providers’ websites, profiles, etc. You know how to contact her, you know what you want and need out of the experience. What comes next?

You send that first email, or you even go to send it, but you are staring at a blank information form and you have no idea what to say. Do you want to unpack your trauma over an email to a stranger? What if she responds in a very negative way?

These are super valid and very real questions. They also bring a lot of anxiety that can stop you from sending that email.

Two things- one; your provider can give you better care and service when they have as much information as you’re comfortable giving. The more information, the better service. Two; you have every right to share as much or as little information as you want. However to refer back to point one it can affect the service you receive.

So where is the middle ground? Where is the way for you to only share what you’re comfortable sharing while receiving the best service you can get?

The answer is that first email. Ask your provider if they have experience with clients with a traumatic sexual history, ask if they have any special training with trauma informed service.

 

 

 

A sample message may read something like this-

Hello (providers name)

I saw your profile and I’d love to set an appointment with you. However, I do have a few questions first. I’m new to talking about this but the reason I’m seeking a provider is I had a traumatic experience with sex that I want to work through. I was wondering do you have any experience or special training with sexual trauma? I’m seeking a professional who can understand and help me navigate my relationship with sex. 

Regards,

(Your name here)

Isn’t that less intimidating than you thought it would be? The initial message doesn’t have to unpack all of your experiences. You are just searching for a provider who has this experience right now. If the provider responds and tells you yes, they have this experience, and these are their qualifications you can dive into your goals and give the provider the information you feel comfortable sharing. 

The path to sexual confidence after trauma starts with an honest conversation with yourself and an email. Two steps to creating the future you want.

Isn’t it worth reaching out and trying?

 

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Delilah Rae

Delilah Rae

I am Currently a Sagebrush Ranch Starlet. 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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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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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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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!

 

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Jade Jasper

Jade Jasper

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

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The Art of Discretion by Alice Little

There’s an oft-repeated trope that the only people you can really trust to keep your secrets are lawyers, doctors, therapists, priests, and sex workers, but how true is that really? What steps do the ladies and the ranches take to ensure that you can enjoy their services without having to look over your shoulder, and how important is discretion to sex work?

Your confidence is an incredible priority for us. Each individual lady, as well as the ranch as a whole, go above and beyond to ensure your experience is safe, clean, and completely anonymous.

Sales records and deposits are kept with simple information and aren’t recorded digitally in a way that renders the ranch’s business systems vulnerable to cyber-attack. Credit card statements will have a generic line item on them, should you choose to use a credit card to pay for arrangements at the ranch. There are no cameras in our rooms unless you’re filming our fun for personal use! The ranch can even allow for you to make a private discrete exit or entrance, separate from the common areas, if you are concerned about the possibility that someone else being entertained might recognize you.

Each lady knows just how important your privacy is and how important their discretion is. If you ask, we’re even willing to make sure we pretend we’ve never seen you before if you walk in with friends. This isn’t lying, having no memory of you when asked is part of what we do. We know you can’t enjoy your time with us if it’s full of anxiety, it’s our duty as courtesans to put you at ease.

If you have a specific concern, it’s totally okay to ask! We will never judge you for asking us questions or telling us about your needs. Being good listeners is integral to what we do; if you don’t feel comfortable enough to relax and enjoy yourself that really keeps us from being able to give you the experience you deserve!

In this society that has become so much freer for women, socially, we can start to forget that men have needs, too! There should be nothing wrong with taking care of that need in a safe legal private environment. Women now have the freedom to explore their sexuality with us, as well, without strings or expectations, or even with a full on girlfriend experience, just to explore themselves! Discretion is important, too, to these pursuits. So many services that we offer begin with discretion that I would place it chief among my priorities during our time together, as would any other lady at the ranch.

 

 

 

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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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Surprise Sex is the Best!

 

 

Spontaneity is the soul of sexual passion. Of course, erotic anticipation—watchful waiting for just the right moment to caress your naked lover’s bare shoulder or hair or to teasingly pinch her nipples with both hands from behind to indicate that you’re ready to unite physically—has its advocates too. Some folks like to “go slow and savor,” but others let their inhibitions go and just jump right into the physical act of love.

Some men like to be coaxed into horniness gradually. They’ll sit with me at the bar, sipping drinks and casually chatting about what’s happened since we last met. We let the liquor warm us up, and at a certain point, we head for my room to negotiate our sexual business.

Other clients are so eager to enter me that when I know they’re scheduled to meet with me that day, I have my sexual aids lined up on the bedside table before our appointments: an electric wand vibrator; assorted sex toys; a tube or bottle of edible, sweet-tasting lubricant; a box of latex gloves, and a selection of condoms. I need to be able to grab these items and get right to work because I know that my guy will pop a stiff, straining erection in my face as soon as I sit down on the bed in front of him. As soon as we’ve closed the door, we rapidly disrobe, dropping our clothes into a commingled pile on the floor because my stallion is snorting and stomping and he wants to mate, now.

I’ve nicknamed these men my “fighter pilots” because they like to come in hot and fast. No matter how far they’ve driven to be with me, they arrive charged-up and ready to go, and I have to be ready for their barely controlled randiness.

I’ve elevated one of my customers to the status of “jet pilot” because he arrives in such a hot-and-bothered state that he needs immediate relief. When we get to my room, he tears off his jeans and boxers, his hard-on thick and rigid with blood. As quick as I can, I glove up his cock with a condom, squirt lube on it, spread it around, then get a dildo, stretch a condom over it, and lube it generously also. He’s my jet jockey because he craves prostate stimulation with a special kind of “joystick” while I suck or jack him off. I shove that lubed, gloved-up dildo up his ass and work it in and out while I pleasure him orally or manually. After only a few minutes, he shoots off a flood of cum, howling like a man just released from prison after a year without pussy. His whole body shakes. It’s something to see.

But he’s far from finished. His first explosion is just to take the edge off. After he blows his first load, I carefully remove and discard the used condom, cleansing his cock with a washcloth soaked with warm water and soft, creamy soap. Then I hand him a latex glove, cover his fingertips with lube, lay down on my back and open my legs. While we wait for his cock to rest and recover, he finger-fucks me deeply and skillfully, causing my vaginal canal to lengthen and ready herself to receive his dick. He usually brings the vibrator into the action, buzzing my clitty while he digitally drives my cunny crazy. He plunges those long fingers into me like a man possessed. The legendary crossover star of adult and Hollywood films, Nina Hartley, says that in order to truly please a woman, “You’ve got to loooove the pussy.” And he does. He works so fast he’s got me gasping in only a short time.

He’s so good at fingering me that it doesn’t take me long to have my first climax, then another. The sound of a woman reaching orgasm has its effect: His cock snaps to attention again, and I need to reapply a condom—maybe one with stimulation ribs this time—lube it up, and get myself into doggie position on the bed because he’ll use his gloved fingers to spread my pussy lips open, take aim, and plunge that rod as deep inside me as he can. Then he’ll grab my hips and ram that man-meat into me so powerfully that we can hear my oval orifice making the kind of wet, sucking sounds that signal my nearly overwhelming excitement. Faster and faster he strokes, and when he finally spurts I can feel his powerful pulsations because his whole shaft vibrates. Some men really know how to work a pussy, and my jet pilot leaves us both shattered and satisfied. (I really love my work!)

One of the best episodes of surprise sex didn’t happen to me but to two friends of mine who made a little sexual history at the college where they met. The guy was a drummer in a rock band playing the college pub, the girl his lover.

The band took its second break of the evening, and the drummer and his lady went downstairs, where they entered the campus newspaper office (the drummer was also the editor of the newspaper). They locked the door behind them and sat down on a long couch to talk. After a couple minutes, the girl said, “I’m bored. I think we need to fuck.” The drummer obviously agreed, as he rose from the couch, unzipped his pants, and whipped out his instantly hard cock, and turned to bring it to her waiting mouth. She sucked him lovingly for a while, actually only about two minutes because he couldn’t wait to fuck. She pulled her jeans and panties to her knees, knelt on the couch, and her drummer penetrated her slick kitty and laid down a steady rhythm that had them rocking and rolling until they came together. Apparently, they had lost track of the time, because just as they finished, the music started up again upstairs in the pub.

The couple quickly redressed and hurried upstairs. As they entered the pub, about 100 people applauded them for their sexual audacity. Apparently, everyone had guessed what they had been up to downstairs. (The band had two drummers, so a friend attending the show, also a drummer, sat in on lover boy’s kit when he didn’t return on time from break.) The story made the rounds on campus for weeks, and many people stopped by the newspaper office to see “the sex couch.”

Got a story about an experience with surprise sex that you’d like to re-create with my help? Come Visit me at The World Famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch or Send me an email at [email protected] and let’s book some surprising fun!

 

 

Betty Page

Betty Page

I love to laugh, I love to make people laugh, and I’m very down to earth. I’m originally an East Coast girl. I’ve been all over the United States, the Caribbean, and even Argentina. There are more places I want to visit so I always have my passport ready! I love living in NV most of all and am so happy to be much more available for an adventure with you! I have a degree in Forensic Psychology with concentrations in Neuroscience. I speak a few languages but not fluently. It’s respectful to show an interest in other people’s languages and cultures. I also have a geeky/nerdy playful side. I like comics, games, and dressing up as characters. I also like sports like baseball. I like the Mets and Red Socks, but my family likes the Yankee’s, which keeps it fun and interesting. I knit and crochet taught by my grandma, I love doing yoga, dance, and some martial art forms since childhood. I would love to show you some yoga positions and dance forms! I like to go camping and enjoy the outdoors with my Jeep Wrangler and I can’t wait to drive around Nevada more and go exploring with some company.

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