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Ava Carter

A petite half-Korean / American beauty who absolutely loves to enjoy life – and sex – to the fullest! Beautiful Ava Carter is currently a featured entertainer offering the very finest in girlfriend experiences at Dennis Hof's Moonlite Bunny Ranch.

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Cherry Lane’s Cookbook of Erotic Treats For Hungry Lovers and Foodie Freaks

Food and sex go together like bread and butter, chocolate and peanut butter, and you writing “Make Love a Gourmet Meal” in Hershey syrup from a squeeze bottle, gently and carefully, on my heaving breasts. I can’t help being turned on by food and how much fun food play can add to sex play. Hey, they had dildos made of bread in Roman times, when olive oil was a major commodity as a cooking aid—and sexual lubricant. Wealthy Romans liked to lie on couches and feast all night, and often, enjoy making love in pairs or groups during or post-meal. I like to imagine a beautiful nude dancer, still sweaty from performing for the guests, picking up one of those bread dildos off a tray, dipping it into a dish of olive oil, and looking into the eyes of a male guest. He watches her lick excess oil off the doughy mock-cock, then slowly insert the head into her mouth and suck it dry of oil. I’ll bet that second performance of the evening earned her a spot beneath that bestirred Roman gentleman, a lusty banging, and a bag of gold coins for her time. All that fun inspired by just bread and olive oil!

 

The recipes I’ve included are meant to be devoured with gusto any way you want. But I would suggest that you and your lover disrobe and get very comfortable before you enjoy your treats. This is meant to be a sensual, tactile, tasty experience. Savor the sweetness as you savor the time between kissing and uniting your bodies. If the food has a smooth texture, be creative and body-paint your partner with edibles. Spread creamy avocado on her nipples and tug them hard with two hands while you hold her gaze flirtatiously. Then lick her nippies clean. Maybe she’ll reach over and squeeze your dick until it’s erect, then spread some yogurt over it, full length, with her fingers. Then she’ll return the favor orally—and get a nutritious, low-fat snack in the bargain.

 

Maybe you’ll both get so silly and sexy and playful that you’ll get into full sploshing—covering each other with the sweet and succulent concoctions whose creation I’ve detailed in the recipes that follow. Bon appétit!

 

“Banana” Me Over and “Split” Me Wide

Ingredients

  • 1 medium banana, peeled and split lengthwise
  • 1 scoop each vanilla, chocolate and strawberry ice cream
  • 2 tablespoons sliced fresh strawberries or 1 tablespoon strawberry ice cream topping
  • 2 tablespoons pineapple chunks or 1 tablespoon pineapple ice cream topping
  • 2 tablespoons whipped cream
  • 1 tablespoon chopped peanuts
  • 1 tablespoon chocolate syrup
  • 2 maraschino cherries with stems

Directions

  • Place banana in a dessert dish; place scoops of ice cream between banana slices. Top with remaining ingredients. Serve immediately.

 

 

 

Strawberry “Squirt”Cake Frozen Yogurt

-No-Churn-

 

NO-CHURN FROZEN YOGURT-

“EVERY FROZEN YOGURT LOVER’S DREAM!”

 

Ingredients

 

2 ¼ cups strawberries (divided)

2 cups plain, unsweetened Greek yogurt

1 14-oz. can sweetened condensed milk

1/2 cups NILLA wafers, broken into bite-size pieces

   

Directions

 

  1. Coarsely chop 2 cups of strawberries. Put in blender. Add yogurt and condensed milk. Blend until smooth and evenly combined.
  2. Pour mixture into a 9”x 5″ loaf pan. Fold most of the Nilla wafers into the mixture. Smooth the top with a spatula.
  3. Top with strawberry slices and the rest of the Nilla wafers. Freeze 6 hours, or until firm.
  4. When ready to serve, remove from freezer to let soften for 20 minutes, or until soft enough to scoop.
  5. Top scoops with more strawberries and Nilla wafers if desired.

 

“Choke Me with Your Cock-late” Cake

 

 

Ingredients

  • 3/4 cupall-purpose flour
  • 1/2cup sugar
  • 1/2cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1 1/2teaspoons baking powder
  • 2/3cup milk
  • 1teaspoon vanilla
  • 2tablespoons vegetable oil

 

TOPPING

  • 2/3cup packed brown sugar
  • 1/4cup miniature semisweet chocolate chips
  • 1/4cup cocoa powder
  • 1 1/4cups hot water

 

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
  2. In a 2-quart casserole dish, combine flour, white sugar, cocoa powder and baking powder.
  3. Add milk and oil, and vanilla. Stir until well mixed.
  4. In a small bowl, combine brown sugar, cocoa powder and chocolate chips. Sprinkle over cake batter. DO NOT STIR. Pour hot water over top.
  5. Bake for 30-35 minutes or until the top looks cooked. Serve warm (with ice cream if desired).

 

 

 

Boston Cream “Poke me all Night Long” Cake

 

Ingredients

  • 1 box yellow cake mix
  • ingredients needed to make cake; eggs oil and water
  • 2 3.4 oz. boxes instant vanilla or French vanilla pudding
  • 4 cups milk
  • 1 tub chocolate frosting

Instructions

  1. Make cake mix according to directions and bake in a well-greased 9” x13” pan.
  2. When cake is finished, while still warm, poke holes all over cake (about 1-inch) intervals using a wooden spoon handle or other similar size object.
  3. You want the holes to be fairly big so that the pudding has plenty of room to get down in there.
  4. Be sure to poke right down to the bottom of the cake.
  5. In a bowl, prepare pudding.
  6. Whisk together instant pudding mix with 4 cups milk.
  7. Whisk until all the lumps are gone.

 

 

 

 

“Slap My Ass, Make It Jiggle” Gelatin

 

Cherry & Grape Gelatin

 

Ingredients

  • 2 packages (3 ounces each) lime gelatin
  • 6 cups boiling water, divided
  • 2 packages (3 ounces each) orange gelatin
  • 2 envelopes unflavored gelatin
  • 1/3 cup cold water
  • 1-1/2 cups white grape juice
  • 1 carton (12 oz.) frozen whipped topping, thawed

Directions

  • In a bowl, dissolve the lime gelatin in 3 cups boiling water. Pour into an 8-in. square dish coated with cooking spray. In another bowl, dissolve orange gelatin in remaining boiling water. Pour into another 8-in. square dish coated with cooking spray. Refrigerate for 4 hours or until very firm.
  • In a small saucepan, sprinkle unflavored gelatin over cold water; let stand for 1 minute. Add grape juice. Heat over low heat, stirring until gelatin is completely dissolved. Pour into a large bowl; refrigerate for 45 minutes or until slightly thickened. Fold in whipped topping.
  • Cut green gelatin into 1/2-in. cubes and orange gelatin into 1-in. cubes. Set aside 8-10 cubes of each color for garnish. Place 2 cups whipped topping mixture in a bowl; fold in remaining green cubes. Spread into a 13”x 9” dish coated with cooking spray. Fold remaining orange cubes into remaining whipped topping mixture; spread over bottom layer. Sprinkle with reserved green and orange gelatin cubes. Refrigerate for 2 hours or until set. Cut into squares.

 

 

“69-Apple” Upside-Down Cake



Ingredients

 

Directions

  1. Follow instructions on cake box for making an oblong single layer cake.
  2. Prepare cake batter and set aside.
  3. Cut up butter in small pieces and place all over the bottom of the oblong pan specified on cake box.
  4. Sprinkle brown sugar generously over the butter.
  5. Place pan on the stove (or in the oven) and heat slowly until butter and sugar melt to a liquid then remove from heat.
  6. Evenly space the pineapple slices around the bottom of pan in the heated sugar and butter.
  7. Place the cherries and nuts between the pineapple slices (Though the cherries and nuts look nice and taste great, they are optional).
  8. Pour cake batter on top of the pineapple/cherry/nut mixture.
  9. Place in oven and bake as directed on cake box.
  10. As soon as cake is done place a plate over the cake and turn upside down and carefully remove pan.
  11. If you wait too long the sugar will harden and be difficult to remove.

“Bread Me Wide Open” Pudding

 

 

Ingredients

 

  • 2cups milk
  • 2tablespoons (1/4 stick) unsalted butter, more for greasing pan
  • 1teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/3 cup sugar
  • Pinch salt
  • 1/2loaf sweet egg bread like challah or brioche, cut into 2-inch cubes (about 5 to 6 cups)
  • 2eggs, beaten

 

Preparation

 

  1. Heat oven to 350 degrees. In a small saucepan over low heat, warm milk, butter, vanilla, sugar and salt. Continue cooking just until butter melts; cool. Meanwhile, butter a 4-to-6-cup baking dish and fill it with cubed bread.
  2. Add eggs to cooled milk mixture and whisk; pour mixture over bread. Bake for 30 to 45 minutes, or until custard is set but still a little wobbly and edges of bread have browned. Serve warm or at room temperature.

 

 

“S’more” of You Inside Me Pie

 

 

Ingredients

  • To form the pie crust:
    • 1 1/2 cups Graham cracker crumbs (about 12 crackers)
    • 6 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
    • 2 tablespoons sugar
  • To make the filling:
    • 1 cup heavy cream
    • 8 ounces semisweet chocolate, chopped
    • 3 large eggs
    • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
    • 2 cups mini marshmallows

 

How to Make It

Step 1

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Make crust: Combine crumbs, butter and sugar in a bowl. Mix well and transfer to a 9” pie plate. Press evenly over bottom and sides. Bake until firm, about 10 minutes. Cool completely on a wire rack.

Step 2

Make filling: Bring cream to a boil in a small pan over medium-high heat. Place chocolate in a bowl; pour cream on top. Let sit for 5 minutes, then stir until smooth. Whisk in eggs and vanilla. Pour into crust; bake until set, about 25 minutes. Cool on a rack.

Step 3

Just before serving, preheat broiler to high. Set an oven rack 5 inches from heat source. Spread marshmallows over top of pie. Broil until toasted, watching carefully to prevent scorching, 20 to 30 seconds.

 

 

“Bang Me, Make Me Cream”

Banana Pudding

 

 

Ingredients

  • 1 1/3 cups  milk
  • Package instant vanilla pudding mix
  • 1 can sweetened condensed milk (14 oz.)
  • 3 cups  heavy cream
  • 1 teaspoon.  pure vanilla extract
  • 1 box vanilla wafer cookies (12 oz.)
  • 4  bananas, sliced into coins
  • 2 teaspoons  sugar

  

Directions

  1. In a large mixing bowl, combine milk, vanilla pudding mix and sweetened condensed milk. Whisk thoroughly, breaking up any lumps, and refrigerate for at least 5 minutes, or until set.
  2. In another large bowl, combine heavy cream and vanilla. Beat until stiff peaks form, 2 to 3 minutes. Set aside half of the mixture for topping the dish. Fold remaining half into the pudding mixture.
  3. Cover the bottom of a 3-quart trifle dish with vanilla wafers. Top with one-third of the pudding mixture. Cover with another layer of the wafer cookies—you may want to also stand some cookies up vertically, so you see the full circle along the edge of the trifle dish. Top with an even layer of banana slices. Continue layering the pudding, wafer cookies and banana slices until you reach the top, ending with a final layer of banana pudding.
  4. Refrigerate for at least 3 hours, or up to overnight.
  5. Sweeten the remaining whipped cream: Add sugar to whipped cream, stirring to combine. Just before serving, dollop on top of the banana pudding, then sprinkle crumbled wafer cookies on top.

 

 

 

♡  Cherry Lane ♡ 
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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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What Do Courtesans Fantasize About?

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

Contact me at [email protected] 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remy Martin

Remy Martin

Charming and beautiful, Remy Martin from Dennis Hof's BunnyRanch is the loyal, respectful, and highly erotic woman of your fantasies. Remy adores traveling, sailing, swimming, dancing, and cooking -- let her fix you something succulent to eat during your time together.

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SQUIRTING: WHAT IS IT?

SQUIRTING: WHAT IS IT?

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

 

What is “squirting”?

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

Okay, but what is it?

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

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

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

The History of Squirting

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

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

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

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

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

How Does a Woman Go About Releasing Amrita?

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

 

 

 

 

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Natasha Star

Natasha Star

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

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Intimacy after Trauma by Sagebrush Starlet Delilah Rae

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

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

That sounds really depressing and bleak doesn’t it?

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

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

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

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

All of those are valid goals. 

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

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

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

It’s actually much simpler than you may think.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

A sample message may read something like this-

Hello (providers name)

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

Regards,

(Your name here)

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

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

Isn’t it worth reaching out and trying?

 

[email protected] Email me today! 

 

Delilah Rae

Delilah Rae

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

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More Than Sex – By Alice Little

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

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Alice Little

Alice Little

Alice Little is a 4’8” red-headed cutie with a super-fit, all-natural body -- but don’t let her small stature deceive you. This friendly firebox is a pocket-sized sexual powerhouse with unparalleled lovemaking skills. A part-time girlfriend coveted by both men and women, Alice will make you feel right at home at the Moonlite Bunny Ranch.

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Making Love with Me is Like a Waking Dream


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cumisha Amado

Cumisha Amado

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

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Won’t You Be My Footman?

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Olivia Green

Olivia Green

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

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The Art of Discretion by Alice Little

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

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Alice Little

Alice Little

Alice Little is a 4’8” red-headed cutie with a super-fit, all-natural body -- but don’t let her small stature deceive you. This friendly firebox is a pocket-sized sexual powerhouse with unparalleled lovemaking skills. A part-time girlfriend coveted by both men and women, Alice will make you feel right at home at the Moonlite Bunny Ranch.

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Surprise Sex is the Best!

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Betty Page

Betty Page

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

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