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Autumn Verlot’s Favorite Sex Positions

Sex and intimacy are essential parts of human connection.Exploring different positions with your sex partner or partners can awaken desires that are begging to be unleashed.

Hey Everyone, I am here to tell you about my Three Favorite Sex Positions and why I love them!

Sex and intimacy are essential parts of human connection.Exploring different positions with your sex partner or partners can awaken desires that are begging to be unleashed.

My ABSOLUTE favorite position is Doggy Style

Doggy Style may seem so traditional and overdone, but I truly enjoy this position. There are so many variations to this position. You can take control while you rub your hands all over my body and even give me a smack on the ass or tug on my hair.

2nd favorite is a Double Cowgirl
(threesome position)

This is where You pleasure Both of Your female partners at the same time while your female partners are free to share an intimate embrace.
(Trust me this is fantastic, a must try with me)

3rd position is Against The Wall
(I haven’t experienced this one yet)

This is where You pick me up and I wrap my legs around you as you push me against the wall. We are face to face, the perfect position for kissing. This is amazing and a great time for both partners.

We can experience these new positions together. Check out my thread on the Bunny Ranch Message Board where I give My Positions of the Week!

https://www.bunnyranch.com/forum/index.php?threads/position-of-the-week.68443/#post-1443119

Autumn Verlot

Hey there, love! I’m Autumn, a friendly, easy-going sweetheart , who adores pampering you with affection and intimacy. I love to be in the kitchen creating new dishes or outside exploring the area. Let’s indulge in a relaxing bubble bath and share a bottle of wine or enjoy a grand night on the town and enjoy each other’s company. I have a very exclusive secret that I love to share with my special companions. Once we spend some time together, you won’t be able to get enough of me…

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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

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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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

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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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let’s fly together.

Contact me at [email protected].

Tiara Tae

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

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Black is Beautiful, and I Will Show You Why

There’s an old saying: “Once you go black, you never go back.” It’s become a cliché that refers to the supposed transformative sexual powers of black women (to say a mouthful), or, more plainly, that fucking a black woman gonna whip your head around so you’re seeing backwards, and you will never want to sleep with any woman of any other race ever again. Well, it can be true, sometimes: Some black women (like me) are so damn good at making love, at taking charge of the mood, at knowing what erotic suggestions to whisper in your ear at just the right time, when to gently nip your neck, and then suddenly pull back and fasten their soft lips on your mouth for a deep soul kiss. They know when to lay you back, deftly slide a condom over your penis, suck you stiff, crawl atop you, slide their soft, giving pussies slowly along the full length of your stiff cock, then reach down, point your pal northward, and guide him as he slithers up deep inside.

Ooooh! I’ve done things like that with my clients, and remembering that first rush of sensation when a man’s cock penetrates me deeply for the first time always gives me something I like to call the “quivic vivors.” The words came to be in an erotic dream. Though I can’t figure what they mean, they somehow seem to describe the feeling of the sex shivers that travel up my spine when I get a cock inside me. It also sounds like a hot hip-hop lyric: “Man gives me the quivic vivors, ya see / He gets me deep down, completely excites me!”

It’s not only black women who can do something really good like that to a man, but any woman who knows how to use her body, who really loves watching a man’s best friend slowly stand to attention as he studies her appearance lustily, as she lets herself be adored.

But we black women have gained quite a legend over thousands of years. Men look at us and they see the long centuries of living, sometimes hard living, in our dark eyes. We go all the way back to Africa, where humans first evolved, even to the era of the ancient empire of Egypt. Men see our strength and survivability and are attracted to us. During the 1960s, there was a movement that promoted the idea that Black is Beautiful. Can you imagine that anyone ever needed to state the obvious? We black women are all kinds of beautiful. Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones, in his memoir, Life, notes that when he first toured the U.S., he got the chance to sleep with several black women and treasured how sweet and passionate they were. Well, we do love life, and the good life involves lots of good, refreshing sex. And we love masculine men. (And Keith’s bandmate, Sir Mick Jagger, has a daughter, Karis, with the black model Marsha Hunt. He has eight children. But he’ll have to go quite a way to catch up with the legendary Ray Charles, who had 12 kids with 10 women.)

Men of all races and cultures seek out black women because we possess a real sexual firepower, with balls-to-the-wall spirit, lots of pride, and lots of stamina. We are very confident, strong women, we are Aretha Franklin, we are Beyoncé, we are Alicia Keys, we are Tina Turner, we are Toni Braxton, we are Diana Ross, Mary J. Blige, and any other powerful woman of color you can think of, because, baby, these days, we are everywhere making things happen.

Prominent white men have learned the allure of black women: the Oscar-winning actor Robert DeNiro has been married to black women all his life: Diahnne Abbott, his first wife, and Grace Hightower, his current wife. Chris Noth, the former Law and Order homicide detective who played the sexy Mr. Big in Sex And The City, is married to the black actor Tara Wilson. The late, great David Bowie had a long and happy marriage to the remarkably beautiful model, actor, author, and humanitarian Iman, who was born in Somalia. And of course, one of the best-known interracial couples is New York City’s Mayor Bill de Blasio and Chirlane McCray.

I’ve had a lot of men as lovers for whom I’m the first black woman with whom they’ve ever made love. They’ve come to me, and cum in me (inside the condoms I provide) believing all sorts of silly stuff about sex with black women. They think I’m gonna boss them around like some stereotypical “ho” from a gangsta movie, that I’ll get up in their faces, put my hands all over them, not be demure like they expect from a white girl, that I’ll take a knee in front of them and with both hands, just tear down their jeans and underwear without unbuckling the belt, see their dick hardening up, whip a condom pack out of my pocket, tear it open, and apply the rubber with my mouth, my eyes wild, my lips eager and hungry, and suck them fast with both hands until the tension builds and builds and the guy, whipping his head around, pumps that condom full of white lightning and falls back in a chair, exhausted.

I guess that’s the Angry Black Woman stereotype—overwhelming, combative, loud, tough as nails. But that’s silly, because women of all races, class, or culture can attack a cocksucking session with gusto, controlling a man’s pleasure and getting him to blow a huge load of sticky relief inside that rubber in her hungry mouth. I’m not angry myself; I’m a sweet and welcoming lady with a beautiful caramel-brown face and body and kind eyes. I’m not looking to play the imperious black diva. I’d rather make us a delicious gourmet dinner, enjoy some wine by candlelight, dance to soft music after eating, hug you close, let you feel the soft curves of my body under my clothes while you imagine me naked, and slowly maneuver you over to my bed, kiss you luxuriously, then let you undress me, piece by piece, down to my heels. (I can keep them on in bed if you’d like.)

But maybe a black diva is what you want, so, yes, I can play that role. In African culture, many women have earned a certain dominance. They’re African Queens, and every man has fantasized about sleeping with a queen. If you are the lover of the queen, it’s like you’re sleeping with the representative of every beautiful woman in the country the queen rules. I can play the monarch as she arrives home to you, her consort, after a hard day of arbitrating disputes and issuing judgments. I’m exhausted, and I need some TLC. You help me out of my dress suit and headdress until I am naked. Am I not black and comely, my love?

You run the shower, and we step into the warm, misty spray while you slip on latex gloves into which you pour liquid soap. Then I hold onto a wall railing while you bathe me all over, soaping up my breasts from behind and pinching the nipples until I gasp with royal pleasure, parting my legs to you. Your soapy gloved fingers teasingly snake their way into my puffy pink vagina—one, two, then three, as thick as a cock—and you finger-fuck me as my insides lengthen and moisten, ready to receive your Johnson.

I turn around, reach for a condom dispenser I keep on a handy shower shelf, and select one that’s clear with a purple hue (purple is a royal color), unwrap it, and unroll it over the head and shaft of your by-now rigid member, turn around, grab that railing, bend slightly forward, and say, “I command you to enter your Queen and ride her to climax! Make your thrusts steady and ardent until you feel your Queen cum. You may shoot as soon as I enjoy my climax.” (And with this queen you’ll shoot buckets.)

It’s good to be the queen! If you’ve never experienced sex with a black woman, or you’ve had lots of multiracial sex, it doesn’t matter. Like all other ladies of color, I am just another unique human being. If you believe ladies of color have special powers, enjoy your fantasy, it will add to our fun. I love the warm company of a good man of any race, and I’m as affectionate, creative, sweet, sociable, and kind as any woman on the planet. Beneath the skin, we’re all human beings, and we come—and cum—in all colors and shades.

Contact me at R[email protected], and let me expand your horizons.

Remy Martin

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World Peace, One Orgasm at a Time – Isabella Reign from LoveRanch Vegas

I’m only 25 years old and I haven’t had much opportunity to experience the world but I am very concerned about a lot of what I see in the news and social media. In the movie, Truman, the director says, “We accept the reality of the world with which we‘re presented. It’s as simple as that”. But I am not buying into that. There are some things that shouldn’t be accepted. I may be one person but I have committed myself to making a difference.

In my lifetime The American Academy of Family Physicians has recognized violence as a major public health concern. Also, self violence – suicide – has increased steadily from 1999 through 2014. That’s pretty much my whole life! I have to wonder why so many people fall into these negative patterns when it is so unnatural to act against your own survival.

So, I did some research and found out some things that I kind of already knew in my heart. Violence is especially triggered by increased exposure to humiliation, vulnerability, and shame. It just makes sense that if you want to stop that cycle you must create the opposite effect. Make sure people feel safe, cared about, and connected. That will help vulnerable people create a healthy sense of self-worth. It might seem crazy to some people that I think a brothel is the best place to do that but it makes perfect sense to me. Where better to focus my loving attention on someone in the most personal way possible? What better place to attract people to me who are looking to have some emptiness filled? Connections are made quickly here and connection is what this world needs to heal.

No matter what a person is going through or what they have done or said, I believe in the goodness in everyone. If I can take an interaction to a personal level, just ‘Hi, do you want to talk?’ I think that just that small offer can set the stage for a good outcome. I know there’s no magic word that can hack into your mind and I don’t claim to be a mind-reader so the next thing I do is listen without judging. So many people need someone who’s willing to listen because they probably haven’t had that in a long time. Everything that I can do, I do it to validate, accept, and empower you. I know that if I do it for you, you will return the favor.

So, after talking, what is my next step towards world peace? Well, it’s no secret people who get laid more are happier than those who rarely or never “get lucky”. And just like the issue of violence, the research I did confirmed what I already knew – Orgasms are good for your happiness. When you orgasm, your brain lights up. It starts in the sensory cortex (related to the genitals) quickly spreads through the limbic system (memory and emotion) and finally sparks in the hypothalamus releasing the love hormone, oxytocin. Orgasms result in a surge of dopamine. They also create a cocktail of natural opiates and then release serotonin (a key ingredient in Prozac). Orgasms also trigger the release of prolactin, (the hormone active in breast-feeding women) which has a calming effect. Knowing this, I definitely believe I can be successful in increasing world peace one orgasm at a time. But I am not going to stop there.

New research has found something more. Psychologists found that affection and casual chatting are responsible for long-term happiness. So, for long term results, to make that orgasm really matter, I need to go above and beyond. It is actually the post-sex cuddling and casual pillow talk that cements happiness into your bones. So, being listened to helps your feelings of self-worth, sex and orgasms make you happier and more peaceful but a big part of why that happens is because both provide affection and an intimate connection. And that’s what I want to do. Some people call this the “Girlfriend Experience” but I think that falls short of the importance of this kind of bonding. I would call it the “Human Experience”.

Who wants to join me and help me complete my mission?

Isabella Reign

I’m Isabella and I’m an all natural California girls. I have beautiful green eyes, smooth blonde hair that you can run you’re fingers through, a nice ass and round firm breasts.

I’m a Libra, so I’m very sensual and perceptive to other’s needs and wants.

I’ve been lucky enough to venture into Adult Films, so I have the skills to provide an amazing PSE party, that you will crave every time you think of me.

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I’m A Furious Fellatio Freak – Aisha Shah

The model and actress Jerri Hall once famously described which sex act did the most to enhance and strengthen her relationships with men: the spontaneous BJ: “Even if you only have two seconds, drop everything and give him a blow job.” Considering that she lasted 22 years, and four kids, in a marriage to Sir Mick Jagger of The Rolling Stones, one of the world’s randiest sex symbols, and now is married to billionaire Rupert Murdoch, she must know what’s she’s talking about, oral sexually speaking. We women have a certain erotic advantage over men: When we get a guy turned on, his body produces an unmistakable, observable physical response. His penis awakens, thickens, hardens, and lengthens until it’s pointing northwards. Some guys may be embarrassed and try to hide their erections, but their dicks are dicks after all, and they want to be seen and stroked and kissed and sucked and fucked.

And appreciated, especially. Sometimes, when I unzip a man’s pants or tug down his shorts, and bring his bad boy flopping and bouncing out into the open, sometimes my eyes get wide with delight because I’m a connoisseur of cock. When a man spots that look, his penis swells up as if it’s proud of itself. (And well it should be!) I admire a well-formed shaft, perfused with blood, and on top a handsome, healthy purple cockhead ready to be tasted and later, to spearhead an exquisitely gratifying slide balls-deep into my pussy.

As soon as I see that that tower of fleshly plowing-power is fully stiff, I unwrap a condom, and slip it ever so slowly on. I use a sweet, teasing technique with my hand where the guy feels like I’m slowly jacking him off while I gradually slip the sleeve of the rubber in my palm to the base of his cock. I squeeze some edible lubricant into my hand, spread it all over the condom, and then…

I grasp that lovely dong in my hand, stroke it gently, look up to make eye contact with my guy, and tell him he’s going to get a wild cocksucking like he’s never experienced before. “After I’ve got you throbbing and ready to ram yourself into me, (here I give him a quick, deep “sample” suck) I’m gonna blow you more and more, until you’re desperate to fuck, like a mad lion. OK?”

And I proceed to show him how a Knowing, talented, eager mouth can stimulate his blow pop. Sometimes I tickle his testicles while my lips smoke him like a big cigar. Sometimes I grip him at the bottom of his shaft, making it temporarily extra-hard, perfect for teasing kisses and sudden, head-bobbing sucks at the round glans. Sometimes I hold him in my mouth and whip my tongue around his manhood. Sometimes I have him hold my shoulders while his crazy cock fucks my sexy mouth.

If you want to get to know me, everything I’ve already said will tell you that I am an ardent dick-worshipper. Some people take a knee to make a political point, but when I kneel before a man’s fully engorged flesh-lance, my purpose is controlling his pleasure. The control lever that rests between a fighter pilot’s legs, straight up, didn’t get its nickname “joy stick” for nothing. When you have a man’s cock in your mouth, you have his full attention. If you are an expert fellatrix like me, all it takes is a see-through condom rolled carefully onto a stiffie, some edible lubricant, and my talented, eager lips, and I’ll have you arching your back and begging to tell me all your secrets while your anus puckers from the hard sucking up front.

A great BJ can also begin without my soft, warm mouth engulfing your Johnson, but with some teasing, anticipatory dirty talk. I like to get a new client comfortably settled in a chair, with his pants on, before we begin. Then I lean in and whisper in his ear: “Let me guess what kind of package you’ve got for me. It’s long and hard and tasty—and manly. I think once I get it out, I’m gonna get a grip on it, admire it, and turn myself on looking at it. I love sucking dick. It gets me sooo horny. Does it get you horny, honey?” By this time, when I glance at a man’s crotch, I’m going to see a hard bulge straining to get out and wave freely in the air. Some guys get so hard that when I unzip their pants and reach in, Mr. Happy pops out suddenly, like a snake darting out from its den. You know what types and shapes of cocks I like? All of them! Some guys have thin shafts and fat heads; some guys’ dicks are arrow pricks; other guys have cocks that curve upwards at the head; and some shy, not obviously macho guys will shock and amaze you with the size and strength of their tools. What’s great about a man’s penis is that I can never tell what I’ll find until I get his pants and underwear off.

Sometimes I like to tug off a client’s pants, leaving his dick inside his Jockeys briefly so I can imagine what that bulging mass will look like once I peel down his clingy underpants and expose his fuck-buddy. We sex workers see an exciting variety of dicks on the job, which is one of the benefits of doing what we do—and for the people we do. One of the things I love to do is to cradle a new cock in my hand and study and admire it like a work of art. I tell the guy what qualities I like about it, hoping he’ll keep my words of praise in his memory to help keep him confident in between our visits. I love strong, veiny, bobbing, heart-shaped-head cocks. But I also like thin, sensitive, slim-topped dicks, too. If the guy attached to a cock knows how to wield it in the tender, steady, deeply plunging, desperately fast-pumping business of penetrating a pussy, my oral skills will ensure he’s ready to fill me up.

I like to trace and tickle the outline of a man’s manhood with my fingernails. Some guys experience these teasing strokes as series of prickly waves shooting up the spine. After a few minutes of this foreplay, I’ve seen men get that crazy-to-fuck expression on their faces. The trick is to get them to wait and let the excitement and anticipation build up. Before I go down on a man, I like to give his cock a few slow strokes with my hand while we make eye contact. This builds trust (my laughing eyes and warm smile help) and lets him know that it’s not just any dick that I’m going to blow, but his alone, because I want to. You never know; some guys have never gotten a good knob-polishing from a pretty girl. (And some have been beneficiaries of the oral talents of many females, and know precisely what they want. Life is full of variety.)

The penis is the locus of a man’s deepest, wildest feelings of pleasure, and a woman’s ardent mouth can make him feel like a primitive Neanderthal roaming the ancient European plains with his mate, hunting and gathering, and stopping every few miles of traveling for a refreshing BJ and fuck with her.

While I’m fellating you, close your eyes and daydream about any fantasy situation you want. Whether it’s remembering your first BJ in the back seat of a car with an old girlfriend, or being pushed onto a bed by a drunk college girl eager to suck you dry at a dorm party, with me you’ll get the best head you’ve ever had.

And even better, after I’ve got you ready, you’re gonna get a slow, comfortable screwing—or a wild, no-holds-barred bam-bam fuckfest.

So contact me at [email protected]. I guarantee satisfaction!

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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Size Matters – Less is More!

I have always secretly preferred small penises because they look cute, they’re easier to play with and they are a better fit for my petite body. Now my secret is out.

I count myself as a pretty lucky girl because an average penis is just over 5 inches when hard. This means a 5 incher is the most “normal” type of penis to have. In fact, there is no biological advantage for penises to be bigger. When it comes to function, smaller is better. So here are some of my reasons for believing less is more when it comes to penis size.

The orgasm-inducing part of my vagina is the first 2-3 inches into it. My clit and the soft, warm tissue leading to and just inside my opening have the highest number of pleasure-receptors. That’s why typically mouth, tongue, & fingers can make a woman cum more easily than a penis can. But with your fun-sized penis, you don’t need to penetrate deeper to give me orgasms if you know how to use your little guy. The same principle applies to anal sex. Smaller simply fits better and is less likely to create pain during penetration. The sexiest thing of all to me is cumming with your penis inside me which is more possible because you are built for me.

Call me selfish, but I know you are more likely to go out of your way to please me in bed. You probably worried a lot that your penis couldn’t satisfy a woman so you compensated by developing other talents in the bedroom to distract from what you thought was a weakness. I have news for you. About 75% of women cannot climax by penile penetration alone. And that’s a big reason you are ahead of the game when it cums to pleasing me in bed. Unlike the well-endowed guys who assumed they were pleasing the girl, you actually worked at it and cultivated skills.

And don’t even get me started on blowjobs! On second thought, please do. I’m just going to call it like it is. A smaller penis equals better blowjobs. If you go by most of the porn films out there, it’s fair to say most people think it looks sexy to see a small woman nibble on big hulking cocks. How do you think it feels to the nibbled on, though? No matter how good any girl is at giving a blow-job, a guy with a giant schlong will never get to see her best work. Even if she has the talents of a sword swallower, her teeth will likely scrape the shaft. I’ve actually met “well-hung” men who felt frustrated and deprived of ever getting a satisfying blowjob because their partners couldn’t go down far enough before gagging or couldn’t sustain long enough without getting TMJ. Forget about being able find out how it feels to get your whole package gobbled up.

There are other downsides for men who have plus-sized organs. It’s not as easy to get a condom that fits, they have to have specially tailored pants, and their penis hits the water when they sit on the toilet. But, I have good news for you if you are one of the unfortunate over-endowed. As you get older, it’s normal for your penis size to decrease. By the time you’re in your 60s to 70s you will likely lose over a half an inch in penis size. And that is a good thing.

And it’s not just with me that you smaller guys have an advantage. Men with 5 inches or less can literally copulate with anyone for successful penetrating sex. Your penis was designed to easily insert into the greatest number of women. Yours fits comfortably into a woman’s vagina not to mention her anus. Best of all, because it’s smaller, you can maneuver it better and deliver the stimulation right where your partner needs it. This means you have a much broader range of women you can have sex with. And, lots of women prefer smaller penises. You read that right. There’s lots to love about a guy with an average or below average sized penis. This is probably the exact opposite of what you grew up believing and your first response might be to assume I’m making this up. But ponder this: some men love women with big asses, some men love women with small titties, some men love skinny, or curvy, or small, or tall, or dark, or fair women. Your preferences for physical traits in the opposite sex can vary wildly. Why should women be any different? Just as you do, I like what I like. And, if you have a fun-sized mini-schlong – I like what you’ve got.

As a matter of fact, I like it so much I am offering a “Less Means More Special”. Mention this blog when you come to see me and if you measure 5” or less & will give you extra time with me at no extra charge.

Jade Monroe

I have a broad base of interests and enjoy the fine art of verbal intercourse. I am drawn to the Geisha model of providing whole quality encounters rather than slutting my stuff. I am told that I provide a calming influence and I’ve been described as smooth and soothing. This may be true but my chill exterior is the tip of the iceberg. Explore below my surface and you will discover a profound sexuality that will make your imagination feel small.

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To Love Well, You Have To Lube Well

People commonly believe that only middle-aged, postmenopausal women need to use lubricants for sex. Well, just as that belief is not always true—older women can do female ejaculation, for instance, which makes them as thoroughly wet and ready to be fucked as anyone could desire—I strongly believe that the liberal and creative use of sexual lubricants will improve the sex life of lovers of any age. It certainly has mine—and the lives of the sexy people that use my services as a courtesan.

Before I get to the several ways you and I can erotically enhance your sexual enjoyment with the slippery stuff, I should say that it’s important to select a lubricant that contains aloe vera and vitamin E, which are soothing no matter where they’re used, whether it’s with two slickened fingers—traditionally, the middle and ring fingers—plunging deeply into a wide-open pussy or up a sweet lady’s bum—like mine, which is big, soft, and bootilicious. It’s what men and women who savor well-formed fannies call a real tushy. It’s supplemented by a pair of lush and sensuous thighs that teasingly conceal a deep, cherry-red pussy that aches to be penetrated by the slickened fingers of a man or woman, a hard cock, a woman’s tongue, even a strap-on dildo wielded by a woman who has dreamed of riding another lady’s vagina. (You need a handful of lube for a dildo, because if she’s being fucked right, a horny woman’s cunt will milk all the lube off, so you’ll need to relubricate periodically. Bonus thrill for her gasp of pleasure as the dildo pops out of her [or me].)

Veronica Lovewell from Dennis Hof’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch

Aloe vera is also recommended not only because it’s soothing to some of the body’s most sensitive tissues, but because it doesn’t contain oil, making it compatible with latex and polyurethane condoms (it won’t cause them to break down the way oils do).

Now I’m going to demonstrate the several ways that incorporating lube into your sex play can make your day a whole lot better. Imagine you’ve come to the Bunny Ranch to cum with me, and we’re sitting together on the bed in my room. We’ve stripped down to mutual nakedness, and we’re getting acquainted.

So, what’s the best way to slide into a new relationship with a woman like me? Letting your moistened fingers do some eager exploring of my body. I’ve turned to face you, my legs parted, my breasts presented, ready for your touch. Where on me would you like to start? Take some lube, spread it over your fingers, and maybe begin by rolling my nipples into erect points. The lube will give you a fluidity of motion that enables you to sculpt my nips without concern that you’re being too rough. If you gently massage both nipples with both hands, you’ll feel me getting tuned up sexually as my eyes mist over with pleasure and my titties rise and fall as my breathing quickens. Let me lean over to give you a grateful kiss, baby.

That tasted nice. Hey, Mr. Slickfingers, I feel you drawing circles and tracing the shapes of my boobs… And now your fingers are tracing freestyle snail-trails down my sides and over my belly button. I like the way you’re keeping eye contact with me while your mischievous digits are traveling ever southward. Let me get you some fresh lubrication.

Now I feel you caressing my inner thighs. Let those fingers swim back and forth, honey. Stroke my pubic hair with your wet fingers before you go for the vaginal goldmine. OH! You rascal! One of your wandering explorers is tracing the shape of my pussy lips, and teasing my clit. Every time your fingertip passes over my clit, I feel a delicious electric tickle. I’m opening myself to you.

Yeah! The lube allowed you to sneak a finger into my pussy. Can you feel how my natural wetness combines with the lubricant to create that unique warm flow that means this courtesan is ready to be fucked? But first, baby, slip two fingers into me and give me a little finger-bang, please? It feels so good. Push those fingers all the way in. Feel how my vaginal canal has lengthened to accept your fingers now, and your cock later? Your hardfella tells me how you feel. Let me get up and put my hands on the bed so you can finger-fuck me doggie style. Hear those wet, popping, kissy noises as you work those fingers deep in me? Those are the sounds of a happy pussy!

Lay back on the bed. It’s your turn now to learn the joys of getting lubed up. (And I’ve got a special surprise, too.) There’s a stiff rod sticking up from your crotch. Let me get some lube in my palms and rub them together. I’m going to stroke your shaft the two-handed way: one after the other, first really slow, my hands gripping your cock lightly, skimming over the tight, smooth penis skin, from the head to the balls. The lube feels really creamy and ticklish, right? Maybe I’ll increase the speed a little. (Some guys can’t stand the extreme pleasure and they suddenly spurt, but that’s OK. A little rest and a little more lube is all it takes to coax a new hard-on to stand up and take a bow.)

And now for the surprise. I take a towel and carefully wipe off the lube. Why? Because I’m going to replace it with a condom covered with edible flavored lubricant so I can suck that pretty dick. Let me just roll on the love-glove… Gosh, you’re hard. Didn’t know that flavored lube exists, did you? Surprise! And there are so many flavors available. Here’s a sampling: Aqua Mocha Java (Wicked); mint, grape, and strawberry (Liquid Sex); raspberry, pomegranate, and kiwi strawberry (Wet); pina colada (Aloe Cadabra); watermelon (Passing Licks); and cherry vanilla (Sliquid).

I like to distribute soft kisses all over that sleeved cockshaft, then lick and suck that sweet candy-flavored lube off. I get to the sucking part pretty quickly, because I love controlling a man’s pleasure with my mouth. Maybe it’s the sugar kick from the sweet, edible lube coating the condom, but I get so turned on I’m liable to grasp your dick and suck all the lube off the rubber. This may happen several times while I’m blowing you, meaning I have to replace the lube each time. It’s fun for me and I’m sure you won’t mind an extended BJ session.

After I’ve completed my cock-tasting, I apply a fresh coating of lube over and inside my cunt, smear that condom on your cock with mucho lube, and it’s time to fuck, and fuck hard, honey. Using lube transforms the experience of sex: It enables you slip inside me effortlessly and swiftly—all the way, balls-deep. The lube makes our genitalia more sensitive to touch. And you gain maneuverability for your cock: You can fuck me with several pile driving thrusts, or pull back so that just the tip of your cock is inside, and then slide the rest of that big snake in s-l-o-w-l-y, inch by delicious inch, or push in way deep and wriggle that Johnson around until you’re ready to cum (me too!).

And, if anal sex is your preference, a gob of lube will grease my back entrance, enabling you to slip your dick into my tight asshole and pump away until you’re ready to fill up that condom.

That satisfied smile on your face shows me that you’re the latest convert to my testament on the ability of lubricants to ensure the happy ending to any sex act, from a creative handjob to a sloppy, sexy BJ, and to the smoothest of pussy rides or ass plunges.

I’m Veronica Lovewell, your lubricious, delicious mistress of liquidity. Looking forward to seeing you at the Bunny Ranch!

Veronica Lovewell

With a genuine desire to please and be pleased, Veronica Lovewell is the perfect companion to enhance your love life. A fun, honest, and sincere woman with a diverse sexual skill set, Veronica is a courtesan of choice at Dennis Hof's Moonlite Bunny Ranch.

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My ABSOLUTE favorite position is Doggy Style

2nd favorite is a Double Cowgirl (threesome position)

3rd position is Against The Wall (I haven’t experienced this one yet)

2nd favorite is a Double Cowgirl
(threesome position)

3rd position is Against The Wall
(I haven’t experienced this one yet)