A Pantyhose Party

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

Natasha Star

Natasha Star

Hello future lover! I can’t wait to meet and explore each other. I am Natasha Star, a 5’8”, slender brunette. As a natural healer, I believe sex and intimacy offer tremendous health and healing opportunities, especially in today’s world where technology and social pressures shove wedges between our much needed human-connection. Let us explore each others bodies and minds away from pressures and stigmas. I’d be honored to get to know you—the REAL you—in the discreet, nonjudgmental and caring environment of Sagebrush Ranch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Lauren Lively

Lauren Lively

I am glad you stopped by to learn more about me… I am a smart,sexy and sensual southern girl next door, who is always open for a fun time. I can get glammed up and attended the most high-end fundraiser/ dinner party or throw on jeans and jersey and accompany you to your favorite sporting event. I love pleasing my partner and really enjoy taking my time to get a strong physical and emotional connection between us during our time together.I specialize in GFE, two-girl, massage and foot fetish parties.

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The Cherry Lane Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Contact me via email [email protected] or visit my profile LRN.LoveRanch.net/Cherry-Lane

Cherry Lane

Cherry Lane

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

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The Ruby Rae Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Ruby Rae

Ruby Rae

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

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A Blonde Goddess Who Will Relieve You of Your Virginity with Kindness, Grace, and Passion

The title says it all: If you are a virgin in need of experience and gentle, patient instruction, I am the Aphrodite of your horniest dreams. All six feet and luxurious blonde locks of me, matched with long, shapely legs, round boobs, an elegant, sloping back—which you can see rise and fall as we fuck doggy style, one of my favorite positions. You can have all of me. And more.

Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of. Everybody, man or woman, is virginal for a while until opportunity knocks, and they’re relieved of years of sexual tension. They are now adults, free to fuck as often and as hard as they want.

Some people are lucky enough to learn how to fuck early, some later. There is no set age by which anyone is “supposed” to be sexually active. The legendary actor James Earl Jones, the voice of Darth Vader himself, didn’t get laid until he was in his mid-twenties. You’d think that someone with as commanding a voice as Jones’s could have any girl he wanted. Yet he was young and awkward, but eventually, he got laid. And so will you. Beatle George Harrison lost his virginity in the loft of a German kino (cinema) in Hamburg while fellow Beatles John and Paul looked on approvingly (and applauded when he finished).

You’ve been thinking of someone who looks like me ever since you woke up with your first cock-throbbing orgasm after dreaming of a fantasy lover. (The first one is always dry [no ejaculate], but the ones that occur after that become the splashing “nocturnal emissions” that leave you waking up with your Jockeys wet with cum throughout your teenage years.) The first girl whose image in your dream makes you cum could be a ballet dancer in a tutu with no underwear underneath who spins around a stage beautifully to soaring music, then walks off into the wings and straight onto your cock (dancers’ bodies are very supple and flexible) or she could be that ginger-haired spitfire next-door neighbor that you’re mad to fuck, who appears in a dream one night as a fierce siren in a short, tight dress, knocking urgently at your front door, entering and climbing onto a living-room couch, flipping up her skirt to reveal a pink cunny shining with moisture, and ordering you to “Stick it in me! You know you’ve always wanted it. Slide it in, baby!” And you do as soon as your rip your pants and underwear off. And, if you’re sleeping naked, you wake up with your cock stiff as shit and pumping six or 10 streams of man-milt over the bedsheet.

Pretty soon, one way or another—hand job porn on the Internet can help, if a friend hasn’t already shown you—you learn how to masturbate, and then the fun really begins. (One young guy told me it took him years to realize that “correct” jacking off means you fuck your fist. He just lightly stroked and massaged his hard-on, and came just the same. Whatever works!)

Every pretty girl you see now becomes your fantasy lover of the moment. And there are so many of them! Your dick will sometimes feel a bit sore from popping up so often and so hard Beware (hee! hee!). You are entering the fascinating and complex and erotically electric world of women’s sexuality.

We women have great emotional depths, and the men who learn to plumb those depths will become our most appreciated and fortunate lovers (and get to unite cock-to-cunny with us). A woman with my skills and experience can teach you how to please lovers all your life, and so well that they’ll do anything for you in bed. And you will make them feel so sexy, so wanted, so desired, so hungered for, that they’ll let themselves go wild with you.

But first, you need to move from sexual daydreams into the body of a real, live lady. One of my favorite activities as a professional sex worker is to relieve men, whether they’re age 18 or 36 or older, of their virginity. I do so my own special way—nice and easy and with slow, sensuous seduction.

When a young man’s sex drive awakens, he’s generally running full speed all the time. That can create such pressure, such a buildup of excitement that the moment a virginal man’s penis, even covered by a condom,  slips inside a girl’s tight, warm pussy, he’s likely to shoot his cum prematurely.

It happens to almost every guy the first time, because being deep inside a girl is like no other pleasure ever invented. The girl is allowing you to enter her body in the most intimate way possible. Trust me: You will never before have felt such deep pleasure. And women feel it too. The sexy actress Cameron Diaz told Playboy in an interview that she’s flown thousands of miles for good cock. I want you to become the kind of lover that women will cross a continent to lay with. (And don’t worry, if you shoot fast, you definitely get a second chance with me: After a little rest period, I’ll slip a condom on your cock, apply some sweet edible lubricant, and gently suck you back to full hardness, ready to meet Ms. Kitty again. That “premature” shoot usually breaks down a young man’s anxiety, and he finds that when he gets in the saddle again, he can stroke away maybe a hundred times or more before he’s ready to blow a second time, so powerfully that I’ve felt his dick vibrate like a tuning fork as he loads up with cum the rubber he’s thrust so deep inside me.)

When we first meet, I will take you to my private room where we can chat a while and get to know each other. I realize that most first-timers will be nervous, excited, and expectant all at once, and I want to channel all that eagerness into a completely memorable experience. First, we’ll take a double selfie, because I want you to see yourself as the innocent sexual seeker next to me, the girl you’d brag to any fellow guy about fucking. After we finish fucking, we’ll take a second photo. I guarantee the goofy post-orgasm expression on your face will make you laugh with joy for decades to come. It will become a precious memento. All your life, you can gaze at those photos remind yourself: There she is, my First Lover. (You’re very welcome!)

But first, the seduction. As we sit and have a convo, we can talk about how you’d like to be turned on. Maybe you’ve always wanted a girl to lean in close and whisper in your ear, “I’m really horny and I need some cock right now. Can I have yours?” I said earlier that I like to fuck doggy style, so maybe I’ll suggest that you kneel on the bed and hold your gloved-up stiffie straight out so I can back my pussy onto it and fuck you with my hips. Or maybe you’ve always wanted to talk dirty to a girl, so we pretend you’re phoning me to tell me how just thinking of me makes your cock jump up and push hard against the zipper of your jeans, and that you wish I would pull down that zipper and stroke your fresh hot cock. “Get your ass over here and I’ll stroke your willy and more!” I could say back. Nothing is too dirty for me.

Next, I’ll teach you the fine art of pussy-handling. For that, we’ll need a latex glove, a couple squirts of lube, and me laying back naked on the bed with my legs falling wide open, the pink rose of my honey hole ready to opened and explored.

I’ll ask you to take a gloved finger and slowly slip it into me. (The middle finger works well.) Circle it around my sugar walls. You’ll feel my vaginal canal lengthening and stretching to receive your penis. You’ll sense my inner self responding to your fingering. One nice trick to make girls cum is to slowly, very slowly, withdraw your finger, letting it slide up and over the clitty. Some girls arch their backs and cry out ecstatically. Some girls’ bodies jerk like they’re being tickled. And some girls clamp their pussy muscles down on your finger to give you a preview of how hard your cock will be gripped during sex.

What’s a sure thing is that if you take your time getting a girl warmed up, no matter what finger-style you use, the girl will be grateful, because a gentleman always ensures that his lady climaxes first. There are many levels of orgasm for women, and I’ll show you how to finger-bang a girl to orgasm. After a couple of toe-curling orgasm, she will get a wild look in her eyes just before she slips her lips over your best buddy and blows you to kingdom come. I will teach you how to arouse a woman to such a state of excitement that she’ll take deep breaths before diving on your Johnson like a madwoman.

Then, the Moment of Entry. When your hard-on slips into me, I may groan or giggle or howl, but I will let you know I feel every inch of your manhood feeling like a man should feel, for the first time. “Rock and roll” was originally a slang term for fucking, and when you rock and roll with me, you’ll never listen to music the same way again. The heavy beat will always remind you of the first time you belly-bumped with a queenly beauty like me.

C’mon, let’s make some sexual history together—yours, breaking on through to a wonderful erotic future.

 

Let’s fly together.

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Tiara Tae

Tiara Tae

Breathtaking blonde bombshell Tiara Tae is the drop dead gorgeous playmate of your dreams! Join her in her personal playground, Dennis Hof's Moonlite Bunny Ranch legal brothel near Reno, NV and Lake Tahoe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Love,

Delilah Rae

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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Let’s Travel Into The Great Wide Open Of Sex!

“I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight / with a billion stars all around…” (From “Peaceful Easy Feeling,” by Jack Tempchin, recorded by The Eagles in 1972.)

When you look into the night sky over Nevada, it really does seem like you can see billions of stars. It feels like you’re viewing a big slice of the universe at once, spread out like a curtain of purple, green, yellow, white, and red light. Nevada is a very big state—big enough to explore its mountains and vast desert spaces forever. My favorite activity is to go off-roading in the summertime, camping and fishing, because I’m an outdoorsy girl. See that dust trail in the distance? That’s this wild girl piloting a Jeep Wrangler at top speed. I’m petite, but I’m powerful—I control that 4 X 4 machine expertly, but you’d be surprised—and delighted—if you saw my driving costume: a bikini, a Stetson hat, and boots. I’m a small package, but hold me carefully: I’m explosively sexy.

I like making love anywhere, but doing it under the stars is so erotic because it’s like celebrating the awesomeness of nature by being au naturel with all those eyes in the sky watching me ride the rocket (a lucky guy’s cock, of course). When I go trekking in the outdoors on an outdate with—could be a guy like you—I like to take him to my favorite hideaway spots where we can spend a few days exploring, talking, laughing, skinny-dipping in a cool, isolated stream, four-wheeling up in the mountains, camping out lakeside or up in the trees, kissing, cuddling, fucking doggy style at sunset or sunrise so we can both enjoy the beauty of the falling or rising sun, dancing by a lake naked as our music blasts from a player—anything we want to do, by ourselves, in the great wide open.

When you go camping, of course, you’ve got to bring the proper equipment: a spacious, waterproof tent that goes up as easily as the dick of a guy who sees my pretty self walking slowly and swaying seductively when we first meet; a gas-fired portable cook stove (although a wood fire is okay too, because the smell of campfire smoke is so erotic and relaxing); a fully-charged-up music system (like we’ll be after a full day of tearing around the hills in my Jeep!); some appropriate beverages to keep us hydrated (because we’ll be engaging in a lot of, ahem, physical activities during our private vacation); a selection of steaks, chops, and chicken and veggies for frying or roasting; maybe some sweet treats (besides me) because we’ll be using up a lot of energy.

When you embark on an adventure into the wild parts of Nevada, it’s good to have a game plan, too. Sexy games that involve role-playing is what I mean, because out in the natural world we can let our imaginations run wild. After we set up camp and have some snacks and drinks after traveling during the day, it’ll fade into evening. After it gets dark, we could play the Beautiful Lost Girl game, where I act the role of a young woman who wanders into your campsite one night after walking alone for some days. You, my handsome rescuer, make us a hearty meal while I tell you about my journey. Of course, I am grateful to have found you, but as we chat, you discover that I’m not a victim of misfortune but a rather capable young lady. After all, I found my way to you! There I am, a formerly lost-but-now-I’m-found girl, in possession of essential survival skills, sexy and smart, and it turns you on like crazy. Will this girl turn out to have the kind of sexual experience that complements her woodland skills? “Take out your cock and I’ll start to show you,” I will say, unwrapping a condom to neatly glove you up for a “Thank You” post meal BJ under the vast stars above. Imagine running your fingers through my long, dark hair as I take you deep in my mouth and look up to you with my oval eyes. Let yourself sink further into the fantasy we’re sharing, thinking, “Wow, this girl walked all day to get here, she came out of the dark like a vision, and now we’re making love.” Have you ever fucked by the flickering light of a campfire? As you slide your slickened-up, condom-covered cock balls-deep in my pussy, you’ll get another surprise—I can do things with her that you’ve never experienced before with a woman. (Let’s say I’m very fit and flexible where it counts.)

And, if you’d like, we can reverse the roles on another day, where you play a guy whose truck broke down in a remote location with no mobile-phone coverage, and who’s spent a couple days walking out to safety, and it’s my camp he finds (lucky him!). It’s been a hot summer, and he’s worked up a sweat footing all those miles. There’s a gentle stream nearby where I lead him and in which I bathe him, my hands washing every part of his body. In order to complete this loving ritual, I’ve asked him to strip down, but I’ve removed my clothing too, so he won’t feel embarrassed. (I don’t have much on anyway.)

Remember when I said how important it is to bring the right supplies when you go camping? I also bring comforting liquid soaps, a selection of lubricants, latex gloves, and my own kit of sex toys. Hey, you never know when you’re gonna get a chance to take a nude back-country bath with a handsome man, Okay, back to the bath in the stream: Snapping on the gloves and squirting on the soap, I work over our manly hero’s every luscious inch, leaving him shiny and clean, smelling fresh, and giving me the six-inch salute from between his legs.

We’ve got to do something with his magnificent manhood, which I’ve shined up with soap; now, I apply a condom to his flagpole, and cover the rubber with lube, because I intend to give him a very artful hand job to relieve him of the tension of his long journey (and get him ready for all-night-long sex). (How many miles would any man walk for a great HJ? No one knows, but I guess at least a hundred.)

Another fantasy that stimulates me is playing the part of a 19th century wanted stagecoach lady robber on the run and in disguise. The guy I’m with pretends to be a Pinkerton detective who has “arrested” me, but is having second thoughts because he’s so fiercely attracted to me. He’s thinking with his dick for sure, but I’m successfully convincing him of my “innocence.” I’m such a bad girl, I show him my gratitude by letting him under my several skirts and petticoats and into my tight pussy. I can see that he’s cumming to his own conclusion rapidly, and he doesn’t care that I’m a wanted criminal. He’s been pumping me for a long time, but I can feel him slowing down before he shoots off massively in the condom. I cradle him in my arms all night.

Project your fantasies on me, let me be your guide to thrills; I’ll be your mirror. Or take me as I am, a sweet, sensible, sexy Midwestern girl who can give you the best head you’ve ever felt, cook a steak to perfection, establish a campsite like she’s been doing it all her life (and I have), knows lots of truly private outdoor locations and Jeeping back routes, and makes love with a heart as big as all outdoors. I’m Jenny Jade, and I’ll be your cowgirl, your backwoods lover, your everything! Contact me at [email protected] to book your trip to sexual adventure!

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Jenny Jade

Hi there!! I am Jenny Jade.. All American, midwest girl! I’m a petite 5’2, 95 lbs. but…with a set of 32-Ds! I am the outdoors type. Whenever I get the chance you’ll find me fishing off a dock in just my bikini, or sneaking a skinny dip..I love to feel the water with nothing on at all! I’m a great sports enthusiast, growing up the only girl in a house full of brothers…I’m rough & tumble & I’d love to wrestle with you! When the sun goes down, you may find me with the lights down watching a scary flick.I’d just love for you to be next to me to grab onto when I get scared! Or, going for a 3 a.m. dip in the hot tub, under the stars, with a cocktail & you!! You know what they say, “Dynamite comes in small packages”….and I am a small package that will B-L-O-W your mind!! ( and all of your other 101 body parts!!)

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Keep Calm and Tell Me All Your Secret Sex Thoughts

People keep a lot of secrets to themselves. Sometimes the secrets run deep in their psyches, and they come to professional sex workers like me for help in expressing their “forbidden” erotic fantasies, because you can ask a courtesan for almost anything a horny mind can imagine. That’s why we’re here. Ordinary people just aren’t as experienced, skilled, adventurous, and nonjudgmental as we are.

One of the areas where I excel is in fulfilling my male clients’ fantasies through role-playing. I recently had an encounter with a young man I’ll call Randy, who presented me with an unusual request: He wanted me to employ all my feminine powers of persuasion not just to act out his sex dream, but to first discover the secret he was hiding. I didn’t know what we would ultimately do once I got him to reveal himself, but I appreciated the challenge. It turned me on.

I look good in high-fashion outfits, so I thought I’d dress myself up as the kind of mysterious, alluring female characters that you find in James Bond films. I’ve always liked the fact that Bond Girls are most often not only beautiful, but capable of matching wits with James himself or one of the many villains he faces. (Often, they save 007’s ass from death at the last minute.) Before I began, I opened my dress blouse several buttons down to show some cleavage, and dabbed a bit of scent between my breasts.

I set up a chair in the middle of my room, and ordered Randy to take a seat. I bent down, took him by the chin, and looked mock-sternly into his blue eyes. “This is an interrogation, my young man,” I said, with a forcefulness that surprised even me; I even threw in a kind of foreign accent of my own invention. “I will find out everything inside that handsome head of yours.” I leaned down next to his ear, and whispered, “One way or another,” then flicked my tongue against his earlobe teasingly. He shivered with excitement. I had his undivided attention.

I straightened up, opened my legs, and straddled Randy, settling my soft pussy mound right on his crotch. I felt him grow hard against my body—but I wasn’t ready to admit him to my holiest of holies yet. I rocked my body gently, rubbing myself against him slowly, enjoying our mutual body warmth. I haven’t had a dry hump since I was a teenager, but rubbing my coochie on his cockshaft through our clothing was unexpectedly thrilling. I even gave myself a quick, sharp climax, and had to slow down or I would have soaked my panty and pants with my pussy juice. As for Randy, he was stiff as a power pole.

As I continued doing the rocking-horse thing on Randy’s cock, I took his face

into my hands, drew his mouth to mine and kissed him ardently, holding the

kiss just long enough that when I broke contact, he was breathless. “If you tell

me the truth,” I said, “there will be many more kisses like that. What do you

have to say?”

“I can’t,” he answered, his voice breaking. “I’m too ashamed. And embarrassed. I just can’t tell anyone.” He looked as if he might burst into tears.

“I have seen much of this world, my friend,” I assured him. “Nothing surprises me. I have met many men, and I am here with you now.” I hugged his face into my chest, welcoming him into intimacy. His hot breath was making my nipples hard in my bra. I sensed that it was time to push for his full confession.

“Never fear, my love,” I cooed. “Whatever you have to tell me will never leave this room. You can trust me.”

“I haven’t had sex for two whole years!” he blurted suddenly. “Tons of girls have turned me down! What is wrong with me? I feel so… unmanly.”

 

I felt a rush of sympathy for him, and took a few seconds to search for comforting words to say to him. “Those girls didn’t know what they were missing. Do you like girls?” I asked quietly.

“I love girls so much,” he said. “The last girl I had sex with was so friendly and affectionate, and she just loved to fuck. Most girls scream when they climax. She would laugh, this big, sexy, womanly laugh,” he explained.

“What happened?” I asked.

“She had to transfer to a college in another state to get her nursing degree. We lost touch…” his voice trailed off sadly.

“Then you need to get back in touch,” I answered immediately. “Let me help.” I slowly dismounted from his lap, and knelt down next to the chair. “I am going to touch you, a little at a time, bit by bit, because you haven’t been touched in a long time.” (I also thought that unless I took special care taking his cock out of his pants that after two years’ frustration, it might go off like a fountain. I wanted to save that pleasure for him later.)

I pulled open his belt, unbuttoned the top of his pants, and, very slowly, drew down the zipper. He was wearing boxer shorts underneath, so it was easy to reach in through the front opening and extract his stunningly erect penis. It really was beautiful (and I see my share of male organs in my work). It had an elegant head, like something on a Greek statue, with a long, healthily veined shaft. I wondered which stupid girls had refused to suck and fuck this outstanding specimen of manhood?

I tore open a condom package, took out a clear rubber, and rolled it down the full length of Randy’s rod. I was about to give him a good, hard sucking, and I wanted to see that pretty dick of his through the latex material.

But first, I held his hard-on in my hand, squeezing it, massaging it, and admiring it. Looking up, I saw Randy crying with joy. Making people happy is the best part of my job.

And nothing makes a man happy like a playful, messy blowjob. I grasped his cock, which he was thrusting toward me hungrily, and slipped almost all of it into my mouth. I nursed at it; I grabbed it and took long, tight sucks, making a popping sound when it left my mouth, then fastening on it strongly again. After more than two years of waiting, I expected him to pump the condom in my mouth full of cum. But he didn’t, though he was moaning and fucking my mouth desperately. I appreciated his control, and decided that it was time to remount him, but this time, sans my dress jeans and panty.

I squirted some lube on the part of the condom fitting around the head of his dick, stood up, dropped my jeans and my panty, threw a leg over his body, aimed his cock at my vagina, and sat down firmly. “Whoop!” I uttered, feeling his formerly frustrated manhood penetrate me deeply.

There was no doubt about one important fact: Even after two years of enforced celibacy, Randy still knew how to fuck. I bounced on him, and he caught me with strong upthrusts as I rose up. We were rockin’ in rhythm. Eventually, we settled into a no-space-between-us method where the base of his cock stroked my clit as we rode back and forth. I squeezed him back with my pussy muscles, which are really responsive.

Just before we came together, we fell into a kind of trance that happens when two people fucking lose track of everything but the sensations their bodies are feeding them. The sexual tension was building up like mad. He was making the monkey face and I was making the cat face as we approached the end zone. Then we were grinding our genitalia together, uttering senseless words, laughing, howling, groaning, and finally, collapsed. My pussy was throbbing. I climbed off Randy, and saw that his condom was filled to be brim, as they say.

“That was some powerful secret you were living with,” I said to him afterwards. “But I hope I’ve helped you bring it out into the open, and relieve your distress.” Randy just smiled, but I knew I had made a new fuck-buddy.

If you’ve been working too hard and doing without sex, I’m here for you. If you’re getting enough sex but need an erotic tune-up, I’m here for you, too. If you’ve been contemplating a fantasy but have never realized it, my pussy is willing co-star with your cock in the hottest sexual drama you can imagine. Like any Bond Girl, I’m beautiful, sexy, smart, resourceful and versatile in bed. Contact me and let’s plan an erotic mission together!

Zoey Cherry

Zoey Cherry

Hey baby, I’m Zoey Cherry. I’m an energetic and easygoing young lady. Working in a place like sagebrush is something I have always wanted to do and I am finally able to live my fantasy.I can’t wait to help you fulfill yours.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amelia Heart
Amelia Heart

Amelia Heart

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

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