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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My Overnight Callers Are Treated to Breakfast Next Morning On Me—And I Mean Literally—On Me

There’s a special service I provide to the gentlemen who spend the night with me. The next morning, I make them a sumptuous breakfast. Waking up to a beautiful woman making you a good meal is always a good thing, but it’s my method of presentation that makes the experience special.

I don’t serve the food on a regular table. I serve it on my naked body. Before you wake up, I will have showered and lightly powdered and scented my body because I’m a classy lady whose chief desire is to fill your nostrils with sensual joy. Men love it when a woman makes herself so elegant for them.

I will have these foodie delights waiting for you on a rolling cart next to the bed: pancakes precut into triangular sections, pats of soft butter, a pouring container of maple syrup; and a selection of fresh and colorful fruits: strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, dried apricots, green, black, and red grapes, cherries, and banana. (I usually leave out prunes because they’re a little too sticky, and frankly, not as aesthetically pleasing to look at.) It’s up to you to decide how you would like to arrange all these lovely delectables on my body. Make me your live model of culinary art. (When you’re finished placing all the pieces of your creation, I have a digital camera and printer you can use to record and print out a visual memento of my food-decorated body that you can take home. Or, bring your own camera to shoot a photo.)

Delectible Cherry Lane from Dennis Hof’s Love Ranch near Reno, Nevada

For example, you could lay out the pancake slices in an exciting pattern around the mounds of my breasts, the points pointing at my uncovered nipples. That warm syrup can be tastefully drippled on the flapjack slices, which will make me feel so comfortable and sexy.

Some of my clients ask to slice up the pancakes into shapes of their own design. One man very creatively shaped the pancakes so they looked like the cups of a lacy brassiere, with some fringing at the bottoms. Another fashioned the flapjacks into smiley faces on my breasts, with my nipples being the noses. I thought it was rather sweet. Where we’re little, adults tell us not to play with our food, but when we become adults ourselves, we can do anything we want!

And now for the fruit platter. This time, for a maximum mixture of sensuality and vivid, bright colors, you could carefully position the sweet stuff all over my reclining body. Make me your living garden of fruit. I can lie still and level for long periods of time, so, for example, the green, black, and red grapes won’t roll off onto the carpet. One playful fellow used the grapes like marbles, and my stomach as the playing field. He’d flick one grape at another, and any that rolled out of the circle he deftly caught and ate until all the grapes were gone.

Considering the time and attention they pay to fashioning their edible “compositions,” sometimes I think my clients have artistic aspirations. Of course, away from the LoveRanch, a man could make a painting or drawing of a nude woman covered in fruit—and many have, of course—but isn’t it so much more fun to practice on a live nude model like me?

Here’s an idea that appeals to my love of colorful foods: Make a “belt” across my tummy with some strawberries sliced in half, matched with a “buckle” of blueberries arranged in a circle around my belly button. And here’s a variation: Because strawberries and bananas go so well together, the fruit belt could feature alternate placings of strawbs and banana slices. Or, you could slice a banana right down the middle, and position the halves under my breasts for a push-up bra effect.

Let’s not forget our raspberries and dried apricots. One client with a military background gently balanced the raspberries upside-down on the dried apricots, which he had lined up in neat rows on my rib cage, like soldiers awaiting a general’s inspection. After he finished setting up “the troops,” he stood up, placed his hands behind his back, and then walked around the bed, making serious faces as if he was a superior officer appraising the neatness of the lower ranks. When he completed his “inspection,” he ate each raspberry-and-apricot combination with great seriousness, saying things like “Thank you for your service” and “I’m proud of such fine fighting men!” I have such imaginative clients!

One of the nicest things a guy every did for me was to take a bowl of black cherries from the bedside cart and spell out C-H-E-R-R-Y L-A-N-E with them. And then he ate every cherry.

Most of the overnight visitors to whom I offer my special morning-after breakfast treat usually devour the food off my body bit by bit, but there are others who like to get wild and crazy after setting up the goodies, because they’re into sploshing, which is the messy spreading of food across the body to increase arousal. For such clients, I only request that they let me know that they’d like to splosh me so I can cover the bed with a plastic sheet and have some towels ready to wipe off the mess when we’re done.

When we’re ready to make a happy mess, fruit works so well and blends into such lovely colors. I tell my sploshing fans: “Take your palms and mash those fruits right into my skin. Smear them. Mix them together so they look like you’ve applied body paint. Spread that delightful fruity hodgepodge everywhere on me.” On my creamy skin, the mixed-up fruits make me look like a living abstract painting.

If you’d like to book an overnight stay with me, followed the next morning by the sexiest day-starting meal you’ve ever enjoyed, send me an e-mail at [email protected]. Let’s plan an erotic menu for our encounter!

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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Your Fetish is Possible…And Why That Matters

What trips your trigger? A body part? An outfit? An object? A feeling? Fetishes encompass a vast range of activities and that rainbow of kink makes sex so beautiful, unique, and endless. Unfortunately, many people don’t think their fetish can exist outside of their fantasies. Some might feel shame brought about from a past incident, some might feel their desire is too obscure to make real, and many don’t have a person they can trust to explore with.

That’s where I come in. Imagine a gorgeous and sympathetic woman who accepts you unconditionally, and is excited — genuinely — to get to know you and experience your fetish with you. that is the reality of who I am, what I do,  and what we can experience together here at a legal brothel.

Kinky Lexie Jade from Dennis Hof’s Sagebrush Ranch near Reno, Nevada

When you’re with me, the anxiety and apprehension of being judged will melt away as you realize that I’m sincerely here to listen to you and understand what makes you tick and what gets you off. I want to learn about your innermost desires and plan out a way to bring them to life even better and fuller than you could ever dream. Our correspondence and the sanctuary of my room are safe zones, places where we can really be ourselves without worry. What could you allow yourself to ask for and actually receive if you were presented with this opportunity? You would be amazed at what could come to fruition and how that would make you feel.

I am happy to say that I have worked with so many amazing men with their fetishes. I had an amazing experience with a veteran who had a delightful penchant for cross dressing — something he was hesitant to enjoy with his own wife, but was completely comfortable in the private environment of the bordello. Another encounter involved an unbelievably sexy foot fetish session, with a man who left so relaxed and satisfied after finally indulging in a fixation that is so common, yet still so misunderstood and rejected by society as abnormal.

I am also an expert at pegging, and I have loved the variety of people who enjoy being pegged in various role play scenarios. My favorite is a dominant role play that I engage in with several of my anally-enthusiastic clients. Many men, particularly men in positions of power, are uncomfortable revealing to their significant other that they enjoy being penetrated, especially when they prefer being pegged while playing the role of a subservient sex-slave. But with me, these fetishists can unreservedly play the submissive and enjoy thrust after thrust of my stern loving.  

These are just a few of the yummy situations we could find ourselves in, letting go of society’s expectations, and giving in to our lust and erotic passions.

Did you know that practicing self acceptance as a habit is the strongest indicator for overall happiness? It’s true, and that is not the only link between BDSM and mental health. Study after study, BDSM participants are happier than their counterparts. BDSM friendly participants were found to be less neurotic, more open, more aware of and sensitive to rejection, more secure in their relationships, and have a better overall well-being.

The old mindset that fetishes are a sign of past abuse or mental illness are flawed and untrue. Fetishes are common and found across all demographics. You are not bad, gross, evil, or wrong — as long as you enjoy your sensual cravings with consenting adults in a safe environment. I hope you get to act out your deepest desires with me, it would be my honor…and pleasure.

Stay kinky!

Lexie Jade

Lexie Jade

Voluptuous bombshell Lexie Jade in a sex-positive GFE companion with a welcoming personality and an kinky side that gives her an unexpected edge. She is currently a featured companion at Dennis Hof's Sagebrush Ranch near Reno, Nevada.

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I Hope You Leave Something Behind…

I’ll be honest…I’m never very comfortable in the line up.  Not that I’m not interested, because I certainly am, but when it comes to my sensuality I enjoy feeling connected to my lovers.  I like to exist on a few special people that I can see as repeat clients.  I like to feel like we share an intimate bond, and I’ve come up with a very tangible way to establish just that.  Ever heard of that old trick of leaving something behind at a girl’s house so you have a great excuse to see her again?  I’m hoping that’s exactly what you will do…

It started one night when I was sitting at the bar chatting with a client, feeling cold because I was scantily dressed.  He was wearing a button down dress shirt over his undershirt, and he took it off and draped it around my shoulders.  I immediately felt the comfort of his body heat, still evident on the fabric.  In addition, the collar carried his lingering scent, as if he had his arms around me and I could smell his skin.  I was hooked.  We went to my room for some intimacy, and afterwards I asked him if he would leave his shirt behind so I could sleep in it.  Long after we parted ways, the comfort of his shirt made me feel like he was still there holding me.  The next time he came to see me at the ranch, I greeted him at the door wearing his shirt…and nothing else.

Cee Mia from Dennis Hof’s Love Ranch near Las Vegas, Nevada

I quickly found out that I wasn’t the only one with a fetish for this particular article of clothing.  He loved the fact that I would send him pictures of me wearing his shirt in between his visits to the ranch.  We continued to bond long distance between his visits, and every time that I saw him the intensity between us grew greater.  I would even wear it around my own house, whenever I wasn’t at work.  I had something to remind me of him while I waited for his return…His look, his scent, and his feel.  That shirt symbolized the connection between us, and it made me feel sexy and confident every time I wore it.  It gave me a feeling that he would be back again soon, and it inspired me to think of things I wanted to do with him when he returned.  It might sound funny in this business, but I always like to feel a trust with my few special clients, because it allows me to really open up sexually and give them an experience that they wouldn’t otherwise get with me in a more casual scenario.  

Cee Mia

Now here’s where you come in…I want you to be one of those few people I count among my special connections here at The Love Ranch.

If you’re willing to give me the shirt off of your back, I’m happy to include some extra time into our party.  I’ll even give you a Love Ranch Vegas t-shirt in exchange, in case you don’t have a change of clothes with you.  If you do, however, then you really would have no excuse to stay the night with me, now would you? 

Contact me now and let’s make an appointment for our time together.  Then take a look in your closet, and decide which shirt you can stand to leave draped on my pillow.

Cee Mia

Cee Mia

A sporty woman with a passion for life, love, and sex. Cee Mia is the brown eyed girl of your dreams, and she's currently a featured companion at Dennis Hof's Love Ranch near Las Vegas.

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I’ve Got You Pegged!

I am an Oklahoma gal – born and raised. If you know anything about us country girls – we are a special breed. I know I have been lucky growing up female because men have always encouraged me to be as sexual as I want to be. I have always had a healthy fantasy life and a lot of sexual curiosity. Sometimes I get wild fantasies that are a huge turn on but I have no idea why. I really don’t care, though. If it gives me pleasure, I want to do it.

I also know that men, who must have at LEAST as many fantasies and just as much curiosity as I do, don’t have it as good. There are a lot of judgments regarding what is “okay” for men to do…or even what they can want to do.

Brooklyn Moore from Dennis Hof’s Love Ranch near Las Vegas

If a man wants to do an anal party with me, it’s considered okay to do it. But, a lot of people think that when a woman fucks a man in the ass, it’s suddenly not considered to be “heterosexual” activity any more. My question is; who came up with the idea that straight men are less sexually adventurous than women? And why shouldn’t men get to live out their sexual fantasies? 

Brooklyn Moore will help you indulge your pegging fetish

Some people use the term “taking it up the ass” as an insult because it’s more submissive when being overpowered by someone more dominant. But the opposite is true. Most of the men who have come to me to enjoy this activity are not submissive men. They rule their world.  They usually powerful  in their private and business lives.  They know what they want and they’re not afraid to ask for it. And they do ask for it.  A lot.  There are some submissive men who like this as well. Even though they enjoy a submissive role in the bedroom, they still enjoy being with a girl. I imagine if you really were gay, wouldn’t you be going to a guy instead of a hot chick with a strap-on?

Brooklyn Moore from the Love Ranch Vegas

What do they get out of it you might ask? Well, for one, anal stimulation is the same as prostate stimulation. A man can cum without ever having his penis touched through anal stimulation alone.  And you can get your nut off very quick. I know that for a fact because I’ve experienced it with some of my clients and they have amazing, crazy orgasms when I am penetrating them. A lot of men also enjoy the pleasure I get when I experience what it is to have a dick of my own – even if it’s for a brief bedroom get-together. They encourage me to get into it and want to know how it makes me feel to fuck them. In honesty, it feels real good, my own Oklahoma-style rodeo sex, only my ride lasts a lot longer than 8 seconds.

So wanting or being intrigued by “Pegging” is not taking you outside your sexual orientation. You are what you are. No matter how you wrap it or unwrap it, it is sex between a girl and a guy. Yup, that’s right, Pegging is “straight sex”. The reality is that anal play, no matter who or what you are, can be very enjoyable. There are so many wonderful nerve endings there that there is no way that focused attention will not feel great. Not only that, but I found out it feels better for a man to receive penetration rather than a woman receiving anal because of that prostate gland. Just ask the guys who enjoy it, they’ll tell you how amazing those blast-offs can be.

Brooklyn Moore

Brooklyn Moore

The striking blonde that many men have fantasized about, Brooklyn Moore specializes in making those dreams come true. A licensed courtesan of remarkable skill and a woman with considerable adult entertainment experience, Brooklyn is a featured companion at Dennis Hof's Love Ranch near Las Vegas.

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Young Girl Seeks Men Wise Enough To Appreciate Her Charms

I can always sense when a man is looking at me. I feel him watching me. I can be out somewhere, say, browsing the stalls at a farmers market, when I feel eyes on my back. A twinge goes up my spine, and I suck in my breath quickly, then let it out slowly. Somebody is checking me out from somewhere nearby, and it turns me on. It’s not stalking; it’s being adored. Being the object of a male gaze, especially from a mature man, a man who knows how to study a woman’s body and the erotic possibilities it suggests, switches on all my girl parts. From my mind down to my toes, I feel intensely aware and charged. A stranger is making me part of his fantasy world, and it gets me wet in the area of the lovely V.

But first, the chase. I get a kick out of teasing guys. I like older men the most because they’ve lived long enough to appreciate a-n-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n, a nice, leisurely buildup to a fiery fuck. Some younger guys, when they come to see me at the SageBrush Ranch, they see this petite, well-toned girl with a pretty, innocent face and pert titties, and they shift into fifth gear instantly, strip down, and want to mount me fast, like I’m their girlfriend’s sweet younger sister they always craved to penetrate. That’s a little too fast for me. I like giving oral sex, for example, and a guy so desperate to jam his dick in me is missing a great experience with a girl who knows how to use her mouth to talk and to suck a cock to a fare-thee-well. (More about that later.)

Ophelia Bee from Dennis Hof’s Sagebrush Ranch near Reno, Nevada

Back to the farmers market. I discreetly took out my compact mirror from the pocket of my jean jacket, held it at a certain angle, and glanced into the reflective glass. Along with the unbuttoned jacket I was also wearing a dark, sheer tee shirt that outlined my bare tits, red bikini panties, high-waist 90’s denim that hugged my ass, lacy white socks, and a pair of beat-up pink sneakers. Casual but sexy and slutty enough to catch the eye of any man who loves a woman’s sexual power. About four stalls down I glimpsed a man, about six feet tall, with a bit of a middle-aged belly but cute, with a trim gray beard and glasses, and he was definitely not browsing the vegetables. His eyes were taking a leisurely tour all over my body.

Whether I’m sitting conversing in my room with a customer, hanging with a client on an out-date, or just pleasing myself teasing horny strangers at farmers markets, I call that kind of look, “the hook-’em moment,” because I know my sexual projection has seized full power over the situation. Sometimes I imagine I’m a spy whose mission is to seduce her follower and fuck secret information out of him while I’m draining him dry.

I decided to do a little flirtatious posing to further arouse my audience of one and increase the sexual tension between us. So I bent down low, seeming to pick something off the ground, displaying my tight little buns and dancer’s legs to full fluorescent effect in those leggings. Then I straightened up, stretched and arched my back so my nipples pointed skyward, stood with my legs apart for few seconds, and sauntered off.

I didn’t have to glance back over my shoulder to know that he was moving behind me. I kept slowly walking, stopping every few stalls to browse, feeling him getting closer. By the time I reached a counter where the vendor sold jewelry made with turquoise, he was beside me. I waited for him to speak first.

“Hello, my name is Frank*,” he said in a soft, deep voice. I turned to face him, offering my hand to shake. “Ophelia,” I said. He held on to my hand and didn’t pull his back. Although he was a big man, he had a gentle touch. “I have a friend with a birthday coming up, and I need a beautiful young woman to help model some of this jewelry so I make the right choice,” he explained.

I love men who have lived long enough to confidently state their attraction to me so artfully. Here he was, holding my hand, touching me, standing so close I could feel the warmth of his body, the energy of his personality. So I said I’d be glad to help him out, and he let go of my hand to pick up a choker from the table.

I held up my chin so he could fit the choker, with its central throat turquoise stone, around my small neck. He didn’t close the fastener in back but held the choker tenderly around my throat. I had a sudden thought: “The first chance I get, I am going to suck this guy out of his socks!” I was getting very excited, but I didn’t show it. Keeping your crazy horniness corralled when you’re that worked up is one of the best parts about moving slowly.

Frank tried a couple of necklaces and bracelets on me, then placed them back on the table and thanked the vendor for the time. “Would you like some coffee?” he asked. I said sure and walked with him to the coffee truck. As we sipped, Frank asked me out. So I told him that I make my living as a sex worker at a legal brothel. Now, that startles some guys.

But not Frank. He smiled broadly, like he had won the lottery. “Really? I’ve never had a lady as young as you. Girls your age usually see the gray hair and roll their eyes.” I told him I didn’t see anything but gentlemanliness, grace, and experience in men his age. As we finished our coffee, I gave him my contact information and told him to book an appointment with me at the SageBrush Ranch.

He contacted me the next day, and we set our time for Saturday afternoon. When he arrived he was actually wearing a suit! But he looked good in it. (I especially love the shockingly hot effect when you fish a hard, purple-veined dick out of dress pants.)

We walked to my room, sat down to conclude our negotiations for a party, then I put on some Sinatra for us to dance to. Sinatra always works to get people in the mood for sex. I had a friend named Roxanne who taught me about Sinatra’s music and life. I always knew which guys she was planning to fuck: if she put Sinatra’s music on when the guy was with her, that was the signal. So I picked it up from her. Older men see Sinatra as a model for masculinity, so I always put on Old Blue Eyes for them.

We danced for a long time. I pressed myself against him, and I could feel a nice lump growing in his pants. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to satisfy my curiosity about Frank’s dick: Was it big? Was it long? What did the head look like?

I sat down on the bed, motioned Frank over, and told him to stand in front of me. I looked in his eyes as I unzipped his pants, reached in, and located his snake in its lair. It popped out strong and tall; the head even swelled up and subsided. Man, was I excited! I should tell you all that I absolutely love giving oral. I do it because I love controlling a man’s pleasure. Jerri Hall, who was once married to Mick Jagger, famously said something like, “If you want something from a man, drop to your knees and give him a blow job!” I unwrapped a strawberry-flavored condom and rolled it over Frank’s manhood.

I like the funny faces men make when I suck them. I slid my mouth over Frank’s best friend, and that dick head of his swelled up on my tongue. Yummy! Frank’s facial expressions weren’t silly, but ecstatic. I took him out of my mouth, and said, “Oh, honey, you haven’t had a good dick-sucking for a long time, huh?” He nodded, then thrust his dick forward with a pleading expression. I returned to pleasing his pussy-prodder.

I had him groaning and moaning, fucking my mouth with that long-experienced rod of his. If I let him continue, I knew he’d soon blow his load into the condom. But I wanted him to explode inside me. I told him we had to strip off and get fucking now. “I just can’t wait to get your dick in my cunt!” I said.

I lay on my back on the bed, and in a hot second Frank had my legs in the air and was pile-driving himself balls-deep in me. God, he filled me up. He rammed himself into several times, grunting like a lion, then settled into a steady rhythm of pelvic thrusts, and we cruised along like that for a long time. He slowed down, then sped up; he pulled almost all the way out, then slid very slowly back in my pussy; he made short, sharp penile motions; he explored every inch of my pussy; and I lost track of the time. That’s what I like about older men. They use every move they know. Some guys want to fuck hard for five minutes, then shoot and go. Mature men want to stay inside that special warm and tight part of a woman longer. Much longer. Ahhhh….

Suddenly, Frank started hammering me like a living machine tool. I came twice before he did, and when he came, he slowed almost to a crawl, and I could feel the pulsations as he filled up the condom with his love-milk. I think he must have ejaculated eight to ten times, strongly. What a first-time experience with a client!

I love entertaining generous, mature men, and, as a new girl in town, I’m looking for new friends, and though I’m young, I’ve learned my superb sexual skills from men with decades of fucking experience. Let’s make a date you’ll never forget. Be good to your dick—he’s been good to you. Come see me and let’s party!

*Names have been changed for purposes of confidentiality 

Ophelia Bee

Ophelia Bee

A 4'11" petite beauty, Ophelia Bee provides the very best in intimate companionship. Specializing in the Girlfriend Experience and an array of sensual services, Ophelia is currently a featured entertainer at Dennis Hof's Sagebrush Ranch near Reno, Nevada.

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Smoking Fetish: I’m a Smokin’ Hot Goddess of Sex

There’s an old joke that goes, “Do you smoke after sex?” whose punchline is, “I don’t know. I never looked.” Well, I smoke before, during, and after sex, except that my smoke comes from tobacco. (Although I crave an intense, fast fuck, with lots of friction stimulating my clit, so you might imagine you see a wisp of smoke rising from my pussy after we’re done.)

A woman smoking used to serve a subtle sexual function in movies from the 1930s through the 1970s, where she would indicate her erotic fascination with a man by lighting up and gently blowing smoke in his face as her eyes traced the lines of his visage, imagining what it would be like to see that handsome mug hovering over her as he pounded away at her cunt with her legs wrapped around his back. Sometimes the guy would light two cigarettes, handing one to the woman, and they would blow smoke at each other as a prelude to sex. You can still see it in foreign movies these days, especially French ones, where the woman’s eyes seem to become hazy as she grows hornier.

I like to smoke when I first meet and negotiate for my sexual services with a client. Doing so extends our pre-sex “interview” period, allowing him to savor my beautiful eyes and face, my slim body under my dress or jeans and blouse, and imagine the wonderful experience to come, when I slowly strip down for him, and wrap my lips and hands around his dick and “smoke” it to make him harden up before I assume whatever position he requests so he can slip his schlong into my smooth, wet, deep vagina.

As my name suggests, I am a goddess, and I cast my sexual spell over my men. Smoking helps me cast my sex magic: its peculiar scent, the way it drifts around the room and is caught in the Nevada sunlight streaming in through the window, the feminine softness of my mouth, with which I will kiss you and suck you and breathe smoke on you from the sexual fire within me.

I am a natural redhead (though I recently became a platinum blonde), and everything you’ve heard about the high sexuality of redheads is true, especially with me. Our pale skin glows and seems translucent; our orange public hair makes our pussies look like they’re aflame; and our flowery cunt lips are the pinkest roses you’ll ever enter with your cock.

One thing I like to do is have sex standing up against the wall with a cigarette dangling from my lips. Why? Well, it’s kind of a funky, wiseguy, sexy stance—me, play-acting this hot, blonde-haired-bitch talking dirty to you while you drive your cock into me as I suck on that butt and gently cup and massage your balls: “How do I feel, lover? You ever feel a cunt this tight? Go slow; I want to feel every inch of you… Now, ram it in! Fuck me hard! Drive it in! I’m gonna reach down and grab your shaft and feel it pulse as you shoot. Shoot, baby, shoot it all…” Now that’s what they used to call a “knee-trembler.”

I also have a move that I call the “four-cigarette fuck.” It’s a sex game I play where I get up doggie-fashion, so you can’t see my face, arch my back so my pussy’s wide open to you, then let you stuff me full of cock while I s-l-o-w-l-y smoke away. The longer we fuck, the smokier the room gets until it feels like we’re floating on a cloud. You hump away while I inhale that sweet smoke, but I don’t tell you how many cigarettes I’ve finished. The idea is to keep you fucking me as long as you can until you can’t wait any longer and blow your load. Most guys make it through all four cigarettes because that’s how good my pussy feels—you don’t want to stop, but the pressure of pleasure keeps building up until you release your cum.

But hey, not to worry. Afterwards, as we lay next to each other, we’ll share a smoke while you rest until your cock is ready for me to lean over, take you deeply into my lipsticked mouth, and suck you carefully and sensually back up to a full erection. Then maybe I’ll sit on your cock, and use my athletic pussy to pump another load out of you while I casually puff away. Smoke ’em if you got ’em!

Bella Divinity

Bella Divinity

An outgoing, caring, and down-to-Earth companion, Bella Divinity is currently enhancing the love lives of her clientele as a full-time courtesan at Dennis Hof's Kit Kat Ranch near Reno, Nevada.

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The Pleasure of Pegging

Pegging!

Do you know what it means?! If you do — yay! if not, no worries! Any place surrounding me counts as a safe space and ya girl here is here to help! No such thing as judgement or shame here with li’l Doomy!

Pegging is the term for when a woman uses a strap-on to indulge a man anally, stimulating and pleasing his mythical and also very real, prostate gland.

Now ya girl doesn’t wanna get too medical, but I have to for just a hot second — then it’ll get real sexy, I promise!

Draven Star from Dennis Hof’s Sagebrush Ranch near Reno, Nevada

So — are you a touch nervous about taking it up the butt? SAME. Same with a lot of people! Trust me when I tell you that with enough time, patience, lube and trust – it can be and is amazing. Remember the first time with vajay sexings? Kiiiiind of like that, but for some people it takes longer – boys and girls! Here, we’re talking about the boys, though…

Hear me out – I know I can be the “wild child” porn star but I will let y’all in on a secret. The very first time I had a P in my B was ON CAMERA (Joanna’s Angels 3) so I might be a little crazy but I feel that my experience helps with providing a safe environment, as well as giving some advice for preparation. if you touch the stove, you can get burned – you feel me? Trust and believe that your fav goth slut has all the knowledge you want!

So! Boring stuff first (I think the boring stuff is hot buuuuut that isn’t everyone)! Basics, safety, logistics and prep – in no particular order cause I tend to bounce around…

First off – CONSENT! Make sure everyone is down for the butt party or things get real un-fun real quick.

ALSO – before I get too into prep and stretching I want y’all to know that spit and lube are all that should be going in ya buttholes. Coconut oil clogs pores, and anal numbing creams are a real easy way to get hurt or torn. Getting torn in the b-hole takes a very long and un-fun length of time to heal. Just go slow. Please please please. I care so much about your b-hole even if you don’t! You only get one! Be sweet to it!

Consider this – if you are numbed, you don’t know if you are experiencing pleasure — or pain! Sooo just invest in lube and some grown and sexy tunes. Like, who doesn’t love long sexy sessions? Something about a tortoise and a hare? Finishing is cool but the run is where all the fun lives!

Logistics! Done!

Prep! Go!

So! Your body is yours and boys are fancy but this is what has worked for me!

If I know Im gonna get weird in the butt, the day beforehand, I pay a lot of attention to what I eat. I try to stay away from anything too fatty or drink too much; I also keep my portions to the size of my palm and stop eating solid foods around 5-6 PM.

DAY OF!

Enemas aren’t scary! Just PLEASE DUMP OUT THE SALINE AND REFILL THAT THANG WITH WATER. The fluid that comes in enemas is designed to make you wanna, ya know….mondo duke. NOW!!!!! If your butt plans are a surprise and you wake up early but aren’t getting weird until the evening – maybe don’t dump the saline haha! It all depends on how YOUUU and your sweet sweet b hole are feeling.

NOW ITS TIME TO GET WEIRD AND SEXY. (About fucking time, right? Jesus Draven, maybe stop talking about how much you care about my butthole for like 30 seconds?!)

BUTT STUFF IS BEAUTIFUL

Since you’ve gotten this far in my li’l tale, I will take this moment to say that there is nothing ‘queer’ or ‘homo’ or ‘faggy’  or any other slur about wanting an internal orgasm as a man. AND I AM QUEER SO Y’ALL CAN BELIEVE ME.

Do what feels good – and boys, this feels reaalllll good.

So, like I mentioned before, the prostate gland is how dudes can have internal orgasms. This. Shit. Is. Lit. Not all women can have internal orgasms, but as one that can – trust me when I tell you that you want one. Or five.

Lube is fun and important! Showers are cool but water isn’t lube. Take the plastic curtain off of your ish, lay it on your bed and that is a KILLER start.

I usually tell girls to play with their pussies or clits but y’all have different parts! Jerking off in that sweet way that keeps you hard but not cumming (you fucking know!) is the best way to loosen ya’self up. Personally, I adore watching a dude jerk off so please make sure you ain’t being shy.

Breathe deep and go slow. Put on your favorite jam and let passion take over. Sooner than you know it, you’ll be feeling some shit you never thought you’d feel before and taking more than you thought you ever could.

When you start to feel funny, don’t hold back. When women are fitting to have g-spot orgasms, they low key feel like they are gonna pee. When they don’t hold back, squirting happens. Y’all love squirting. We love watching y’all cum real hard. It’s all relative and beautiful.

You will probably have one of the most intense orgasms as well as one of the biggest loads of your life — who doesn’t want that? I want that! I love pleasing a man and watching the different faces he can make – to see how much I can make him sweat and beg for me to do more for him. Have him grinding against me, aching for me to grind against and eventually penetrate to please him. Make him chant my name, the name of his chosen deity and then in turn make me never forget his. This is my goal in every party, but something about a man being this vulnerable and open makes me drip so much more (though I tend to get extraordinarily wet as it is…).

Sound interesting? Feel free to come visit me at the Sagebrush Ranch, or email me for more info! I love humans and all of their different facets and shapes and smells — and questions!

Draven Star

Draven Star

Also known as the "Doom Doll," AVN and Inked award-winning porn star Draven Star is the kinky Girl Next Door you’ve been lusting after all your life. She currently offers the finest in Girlfriend, Porn Star, and Kink experiences at Dennis Hof’s Sagebrush Ranch near Reno, Nevada.

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The Cure for Curry Fever

Sex is one of the most enjoyable experiences we could engage in with one another. The radiating warmth of your body as we draw each other close. The soft touch of your lips as we kiss, our tongues dancing as your hands caress and squeeze my plump, firm bottom. The thrill of feeling your engorged member unfold out of your pants as I take you into my mouth and suck you until you’re good and ready for my hot, moist box. Getting my pussy pounded mercilessly by your throbbing shaft as you take me hard and we lose all sense of time and space in the raw rhythm of our fleshy friction, orgasms marvelously rolling one after another until you explode inside me and we settle into a lazy embrace. Oh yes, sex is a lot of fun!

But, for many people, sex can be more than simply an erotic spree or a stress relieving diversion. It can even have meaning beyond being the act through which we bring life into the world. For me, sex is an expression of defiance against personal repression and a rebellion against the cultural mores that have held me down for many years. For me, sex is freedom.

If you saw me when I was a young woman growing up in the Western United States, strolling through the neighborhood with my blue jeans and Chuck Taylors, you wouldn’t have thought me to be anything other than a typical American girl on her way home to enjoy a fridge full of hot pockets and the latest episode of Gilmore Girls. But my home life was quite different than the image I would publicly portray.

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Aisha Shah from Dennis Hof’s Love Ranch near Reno, Nevada

Like many other full-blooded Pakistani-Americans, I grew up in an restrictive environment rife with traditional values and strict rules. Immediately upon arriving home from school, I would put on my shalwar kameez, covering me from ankle to wrist, and I would be immersed in a world of confining formality, where women are second class citizens and female bodies are considered a vulgar distraction.

Sex was confusing for me growing up. At school, I would hang out with the grandchildren of hippie baby boomers, who grew up in homes where smoking pot was the norm and adolescent sex was “no big deal.” In my household, sex was perceived as taboo, mysterious, even dangerous.

I looked different than most of the other girls in my high school. My brown skin and pure-blooded South Asian features made me stand out and many of the boys found me exotic and attractive. I had a lot of options for sex and, shortly after I turned 18, I took the opportunity to satisfy my urges and experiment. My boyfriends were always very respectful and generous. As my sex life blossomed, I learned to love my body and enjoy myself during sex. For me, having sex was the opposite of everything I was taught at home. It was beautiful and healthy and something to be celebrated rather than suppressed. 

After graduating high school, and as my relationship with my parents grew more and more strained, I left home and worked as a resume writer for a local job placement agency. I noticed that a strip club outside of my hometown would post openings on our job board every day, and I eventually became curious and titillated enough to audition for a position as an exotic dancer. I was hired on the spot. Shortly thereafter, I quit my job at the agency and began my career as a sex worker.

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My time as an exotic dancer taught me that I had something that was very desirable. The manager called it “curry fever,” a fascination with women of Eastern descent shared by many men. I was the forbidden fruit, the alluring otherworldly sex object that men secretly lusted after. I discovered that I could use the sexual taboos of my culture to my advantage, and offer a naughty taste of a mystifying realm. My suiters were countless and my tips were considerable. 

Today, I’m a licensed courtesan at the Love Ranch North in Northern Nevada, offering the finest in sensual companionship to men, women, and couples seeking a sexually proficient and emotionally sympathetic lover. I love myself and I have no shame about what I do. I lust openly and I love freely. I also continue to use my ethnicity to my advantage in my work, and happily provide the cure for “curry fever.” But, more importantly, I understand what it’s like to have sexual hangups and to grow up in an environment that could lead to sexual insecurity. During my time in legal brothels, I’ve seen many clients that are dealing with deep-seated sex and relationship issues caused by a variety of social or cultural circumstances — issues that have prevented them from loving their bodies and truly enjoying a rich and fulfilling sex life. It’s my mission to help bring these clients out of their shell, and introduce them to an erotic world that really isn’t that mysterious or exotic…It’s just an open-minded, un-restraining, and non-judgmental place where people are allowed to be who they truly are.

Aisha Shah

Aisha Shah

A highly coveted sex goddess of South Asian descent, Aisha Shah is a premier companion at Dennis Hof's Love Ranch North near Reno, Nevada and Love Ranch South near Las Vegas.

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Mutual Masturbation: Getting Off Together

Mutual masturbation is an opportunity to learn more about your own body and about the body of your partner. Taking the time to explore one another’s bodies lets you enjoy the anticipation of other sexual acts almost as much as the acts themselves. Understanding your own pleasure and the pleasure of your partner is integral to becoming a better lover and making your own sexual experience more gratifying and satisfying.

In even the simplest circumstances, mutual masturbation is a fun way of taking foreplay to the next level. It gives you the ability to directly stimulate your partner, and you can ramp up that stimulation in intensity as the mood and the connection between you continues to build. The hands are some of the most sensitive parts of the body, and being able to appreciate the tactile experience of your partner directly with your fingertips can be incredibly exciting and satisfying.

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Even the act of lying still and watching another person take the time to explore your body, ask questions about your pleasure, and get their own pleasure from pleasing you is erotic in and of itself. For this reason, mutual masturbation is an important component of the girlfriend experience, because establishing that intense emotional and sexual bond only happens through openness and communication; mutual masturbation creates the forum for that intimate communication to happen. 

Making eye contact and communicating with someone focusing on your pleasure with their hands is an intimate experience, more so if you are also stimulating them. This is an excellent opportunity for you to experience an intense kiss and explore one another’s lips in much the same way you are with your hands, complete with the intoxicating smell and taste of your partner’s breath on your face and their skin on yours.

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For those not entirely comfortable at first, or experiencing a little first-time anxiety, mutual masturbation allows for an opportunity to ease into a sexual interaction with a new person, moving in small enough stages that you can find your own pace and level of comfort. Slow manual stimulation can be a great way to get your body in the mood, and it can be very sensual to have a normal conversation with someone exploring your body with their hands.

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Toys are another fun thing to incorporate into mutual masturbation. Some toys are designed to please both partners at once, others are made just to gratify one person at a time, and you can each pick your favorites. Toys also can be a great way to heighten your sexual pleasure during intercourse, and mutual masturbation during intercourse is a fantastic way of keeping your bodies in sync and ensuring that both of you have amazing orgasms at the same time.

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Finally, mutual masturbation can greatly intensify sex itself. A firm gentle tug on the scrotum while a woman drops herself all the way down and buries you inside of her will feel just as amazing as your fingers do exploring her while she does it, forcing her muscles to close even tighter around you as you move in sync. Using and understanding these techniques, when from mutual exploration you have found they are pleasurable, is the gateway to bringing your sexual experiences to the next level and understanding exactly how to bring yourself to an orgasm you never imagined yourself having.

Pictured: Alice Little and Harley Lane from Dennis Hof’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch.

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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