Can We Talk… Before We Get The Action Going?


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

Layloni Stroxxx

Layloni Stroxxx

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

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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


  • 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


  • 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








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




  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




  • 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



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



  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



  • 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


  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



  • 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


  • 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




  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





  • 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




  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




  • 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




  • 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



  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.




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Cherry Lane

Cherry Lane

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

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A Pantyhose Party


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


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


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


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


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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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


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

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

Natasha Star

Natasha Star

Hello future lover! I can’t wait to meet and explore each other.

I am Natasha Star, a 5’8”, slender brunette. As a natural healer, I believe sex and intimacy offer tremendous health and healing opportunities, especially in today’s world where technology and social pressures shove wedges between our much needed human-connection. Let us explore each others bodies and minds away from pressures and stigmas. I’d be honored to get to know you—the REAL you—in the discreet, nonjudgmental and caring environment of Sagebrush Ranch.

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Let’s Replay Your Favorite Porn or Movie Scene

Everyone has favorite mainstream movies like Rocky or Working Girl or Titanic. (Maybe someday some adventurous director will make a movie about us called Legal Sex-Workers). No matter how many times you watch and re-watch your faves, you never get tired of them; there’s always some new feature or detail to spot. Maybe you like them because they remind you of special times when you were young, or holiday memories, or star an actor or actress who’s always been a secret crush of yours.

Smart boyfriends and husbands know that just seeing and hearing a certain film star on screen will get their lady randy and ready to rock and roll. And hey, if she calls out a male celebrity’s name while she’s climaxing, a quick-thinking guy won’t get jealous. He’ll play along with the fantasy because it’s his cock, not the famous guy’s, getting gripped and ridden by his doll’s eager beaver.

As you can see, you can employ mainstream Hollywood films to charge up your lover’s sexual imagination so much she’ll wrap her legs around your back and pump your penis into her honeypot so vigorously that you hardly have to move, just wait for the best time to groan loudly and spurt deeply into her.

But what about her—or with a couple—their favorite fuck scenes from the world of porn? There’s as much variety in porn today as there used to be mainstream entertainment. But that’s its appeal. Every audience—fetishists, swingers, any kind of sexual adventurer (or would-be orgiast) can find satisfaction across the pantheon of video porn.

Innumerable couples like to prep for sex by rerunning their favorite real-sex scenes. One longtime fave is Motel 69 Star, a several-episode series of amateur sex scenes between a really sweet-faced brunette and her unknown male lover (you never see his face), which is also known as “The Girl in the Green Sweater.”

That’s all she’s wearing in the best-known scene of the series, which she plays a secretary getting fucked doggie-style over her desk. The genius of the scene is that that sexual delight is conveyed mainly in her facial expressions as the guy plunges deep into her pussy, and in her body language too. Her back arches as she receives his dick, then her face whips through numerous shades of joy as the guy shifts position and fucks her expertly: her head whips around in ecstasy, her hands slap the desktop as her cocksman goes into a rocking back-and-forth, up-and-down rhythm that makes her cum, then suddenly pulls out. We then see his stiff cock poke in from her left, and she grabs it with her mouth and sucks him dry. All of this takes place within only two minutes’ worth of screen time—probably the hottest time interval you’ll see in many a year.

Another series, this time from Europe, is called Drunk Sex Orgy. In each segment, which can last an hour or more, a cast of hundreds of horny people appear before the camera’s ever-sweeping gaze, coupling and uncoupling and recoupling as trance music plays—a perfect soundtrack for the varieties of sexual contact taking place, shifting dreamily from one passionate fucking or sucking or pussy-licking or –fingering to another. Viewers can almost get dizzy from the circular, ever-undulating, fast-thrusting actions of the participants. It’s a sexual phantasmagoria.

We raunchy ranch ladies love to role-play, so why not re-create your favorite sex scenes with us? We can do a girl-boy, two-girls-and-a-boy, or a threesome with you and your girlfriend, wife, or whomever. A big cast can lead to lots of dramatic and sexual situations. Or, we can do a more intimate encounter. Anything you’d like.

Let me pitch you an idea: A guy sees a girl sitting at a table sipping a wine cooler. She’s gorgeous, striking, smiling, friendly—the kind of astonishingly beautiful girl you could never get in high school—or in college, for that matter. Ever watch a porn where a nerd meets a beauty and, improbably, gets laid like mad because she finds him charming and cute? Ever wanted to play the guy in that scene? Just ask and you will receive, as the book says. We will make your wet dream come to life. Together. I will suck you, gently or roughly, after I’ve fitted you with a condom of a color of your choice. And I will fuck you, like a princess or a whore, whatever character you like. Maybe I can be your sexy angel—or devil?

That’s what adult movies are about, dreams dramatized, played out by actors, and followed by camerawork directed by someone who knows how to keep the sex close, graphic, forbidden, and explicitly erotic.

People taking acting classes for the first time sometimes find themselves growing excited when they do an acting exercise called “mirroring,” which, like it sounds, matches two actors up so they can imitate precisely their partner’s motions and expressions. It’s meant to teach aspiring thespians how to improvise, which involves saying “yes” with your body and your emotions so that your performance with a fellow actor dovetails with what he or she is doing and increases the theatricality.

Let me pitch you another idea: Let’s improvise—let’s invent, move by move, word by word, our loving time together. I’ll grab something from the closet in my room—whatever comes to hand, to make it a surprise for both of us. Maybe I’ll snatch a negligée off the rack, change clothes to put it on, and we can play two people who accidentally meet in a college dorm hallway while the guy searches for a party taking place somewhere in the building. I’ll be the horny girl student in her sleepwear who encounters the guy, entices him into their room, and they make their own sex party.


Bring your Go-Pro or camera phone to our appointment and we can make a video memento of our meeting. If you’d like, I can talk dirty to the camera, describing all the sexy things we’re doing as you play and replay our date at home, closing your eyes and savoring the sweetness and warmth of our meeting. And don’t forget, just like porn videos have multiple chapters, you’re always welcome to return to make Part 2, 3, 4, and so on with me. Yes, it’s true what you’ve always heard about us courtesans—we really love it when you return and cum again with us!


Contact me directly [email protected] or come in to the Sagebrush Ranch!





Misty Lane

Misty Lane

Hi there, Im Misty Lane. Thanks so much for taking the time to stop by my page to learn more about me! I am one of the newest elite courtesans here at Sagebrush Ranch. The first thing you will notice about me are my long, long legs which are always accented by a great pair of heels. I am 5’8″ with a slim frame, blonde hair and big blue eyes. My fun, bubbly, sarcastic personality is something I’m known for. Life is too short to be serious all the time! I currently live in the Midwest but will be spending the first two weeks of each month here at Sagebrush. In my free time I love to be outdoors doing pretty much anything. Boating, riding quads, fishing, skiing and attending concerts are just some of my favorites. A night out for dinner and dancing or sitting by a cozy fire cuddling are also things I really enjoy. I pride myself in being a truly genuine person. I am naturally affectionate and couldn’t be fake if my life depended on it. With me what you see is what you get and I like to think I’m a really cool chick 🙂 I will listen and talk with you about anything and make you feel at ease. Please feel free to email me at [email protected] or strike up a conversation with me over chat. Let’s get to know one another. Tell me your fantasies and desires, I will make them come true!

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Keep Calm and Tell Me All Your Secret Sex Thoughts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

have to say?”

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

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

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

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


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

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

“What happened?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Zoey Cherry

Zoey Cherry

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

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A Timeless Sci-Fi Sex Role Play

I am a Whovian. For those of you that do not know what that means, let me take a minute to explain a little about the British science fiction TV series Doctor Who and how I became a huge fan. The Doctor, the program’s lead character, is an eccentric yet compassionate Time Lord that zips through time and space in his “TARDIS” (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space), solving problems and battling injustice across the universe. The doctors TARDIS is his old and occasionally unreliable spaceship that resembles a blue police phone box and is much, much larger inside than outside. The doctor always has a companion that he relies on to help get him out of, and into, trouble.

I was introduced to this magical series when a girlfriend of mine brought  it over to watch one night, and I have been hooked ever since. As I got into the show more and more and began to read fan fiction and collect Doctor Who paraphernalia, I started to wonder if I can incorporate my love for Doctor Who into my job as a prostitute working in a legal brothel in Nevada. Well, I started to put the word out to my clients — and it turns out that I’m not the only adult with a passion for the popular BBC series. As word of my role play offering spread, I received quite a response from potential suitors just itching to put a naughty twist on the timeless Time Lord.

Desert Rose from Dennis Hof’s Love Ranch near Reno, Nevada

Since The Doctor always has a companion, can be anywhere — or any-when, is always getting into some sort of mishap, and always has fun, this show lends itself perfectly to ongoing sexual role-play scenarios between a sex worker and her repeat clients. Just as the popularity of the show has not waned since Doctor Who’s debut in the early 1960’s, the program’s unique milieu allows me and my lovers to create consistently fresh and engaging sexual scenarios.

The current Doctor is played by a woman, actress Jodie Whittaker, which allows me to lead the role play as the main character and determine what timeline or environment my client and I will end up in each session. This is great fun for my lovers, as they never know what I have planned for them when they arrive at the bordello and enter my boudoir (the door to my room is decorated like the blue TARDIS police box, adding an extra element of fun.)

Have I travelled in time to encounter the Marquis de Sade? Will he teach me carnal pleasures and introduce me to orgasms surpassing even those obtained by my time alone with my sonic screwdriver? Perhaps, my lover plays the role of one of my nemeses, the dreaded Daleks — using his stiff and rigid eyestalk in all manner of ways to fulfill his nefarious objective to “e-jac-u-late, e-JAC-u-late!”

Because Doctor Who is so boundless in its scope and limitless in its settings, the possibilities for sex role play are only restricted by the imagination of my Whovian clients.

Another aspect of Doctor Who that makes for exciting role play is the show’s unique concept of “regeneration.” The Doctor occasionally changes his appearance, allowing another actor to transition into the role. My Doctor Who fans go bonkers when I pull the regeneration-twist on them: We’re enjoying a hot session and I have my lover all sexed up. I tell my companion that I have a surprise for him and I step out of the room for a moment, only to return as an entirely different sex worker playing a new incarnation of the character and continuing our role play, and our steamy sex, without missing a beat. With so many women available at  a Nevada brothel, pulling this stunt or incorporating additional characters into the fantasy is easy, and adds unlimited potential for variety to the experience.

Sexual role play is great fun and it’s always a joy to discover new clients that share a kinky interest. But ultimately, regardless of what leads you to seek out a lover, or what common interest introduces you to a newfound sex partner, I think the Doctor nailed what makes life worth living when he said…

“There’s a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive… wormhole refractors… You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold.”

Desert Rose

Desert Rose

An extremely open and understanding sex partner, Desert Rose is a companion you can confide in, and explore all of your naughty cravings with. A self-proclaimed "umbrella slut" Desert Rose is up for anything, and down for everything your heart and loins desire.

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Sex and Star Wars: Why Slave Leia is my Most Popular Role Play

As a licensed prostitute at one of Nevada’s top legal brothels, I get a lot of requests for erotic cosplay sessions and various types of sexual role play. While the “naughty nurse” or “sexy CEO” seem to be old standards that never go out of style, it’s the fantasy and science fiction scenarios that make up the bulk of my role play business. From Game of Thrones’ Khaleesi to the ever-popular Harley Quinn from DC Comics, I find myself taking on the role of the sexy characters from imaginative TV, comic books, and film more and more — and, by far, the most requested character I’m asked to play is “Slave Leia,” the captive princess from Star Wars: Episode VI – Return of the Jedi, bound in chains by interstellar crime lord Jabba the Hutt, and forced to wear an iconic (and ridiculously hot) metal bikini.

As a Star Wars fan, I have delighted in portraying the character of Slave Leia several scores of times in the privacy of the brothel setting, where my clients can let loose their inhibitions and indulge their innermost desires in a nonjudgmental environment. In the discreet realm of my Nevada sex den, I have experienced first-hand the deep-rooted obsession men have with this classic cinematic sex symbol. From my experiences, I have drawn a few conclusions as to why the Slave Leia incarnation of the Princess Leia Organa character from Return of the Jedi is my most requested role.

Hannah Foxx from the Kit Kat Ranch as Slave Leia

Slave Leia is the sex symbol that enchanted a generation (that now visits prostitutes.)

In 1983, when Return of the Jedi was released, millions of highly impressionable pubescent boys were exposed to the bikini-clad heroine when she was projected on massive movie screens over 20’ tall. The overwhelming images of the enslaved beauty were ineradicably branded into the minds of these sexually developing young men, creating a mass psychological phenomenon that significantly impacted the sexual psyche of an entire generation.

Thankfully, these 12 to 16 year olds are now entering middle age, which just happens to be the age of the primary demographic of Nevada brothel customers. It’s no coincidence that the vast majority of my Slave Leia requests come from men in their forties. When these composed men first see me walk out from my dressing room in full Slave Leia regalia, I can see their expressions change as they harken back to their first boyhood infatuation and melt like a teenager. Without a doubt, the main reason why Slave Leia is my most popular sex party is because my clientele are at a point in their lives where they can, and choose to, indulge in the fantasies that these customers have been yearning to play-out since boyhood.

Hannah Foxx

Slave Leia: A damsel in distress, or a BDSM badass?

In 1977, George Lucas introduced us to Princess Leia with the first Star Wars installment. Brilliantly played by the late, great Carrie Fisher, Leia was a female character that was as capable, confident, and courageous as the male characters — if not more so in many ways (in the first film she was already an established underground operative and planetary diplomat.) She was “one of the guys,” the female protagonist that a young boy could see himself genuinely being friends with. But Lucas took care to not sexualize the character in the first two Star Wars movies, often featuring her in full military dress or unrevealing gowns (Fisher’s breasts were even taped down so as not to be a distraction in the first film.)

So when this bold, self-reliant female character was objectified by vile gangster Jabba and stripped down to her metal and leather undies, it was a titillating shock. The cool girl-next-door filled out — and she was into bondage!

Now that these young boys are adults with a variety of sexual interests, it goes without saying that there is a lot of dominance, submission, and sadomasochism play involved in a Slave Leia sex party. My clients love to reenact the scene from the film that takes place on Jabba’s floating sail barge, where the shackled Leia turns the tables on her captor and strangles the villain with her chains. This role play allows for both my client and me to switch from submissive to dominant, so that each of us can experience the thrill of being ravished and defiled by our captor, as well as the devious pleasure of teaching our sexy prisoner a lesson.

On rare occasions, for client’s into erotic asphyxiation, I’m asked to recreate the strangulation scenario itself during a sex party. As a BDSM specialist I’m trained in proper and safe methods of breath control to stimulate arousal, so that my client’s can get off on playing Jabba’s death scene again and again.

Hanna Foxx (Kit Kat Ranch) and Alice Little (Bunny Ranch) as Slave Leia

Slave Leia is the modern day taboo men just gotta have.

Look, the Star Wars franchise is a Disney property and I’m aware that the films are meant to be enjoyed by “children of all ages.” This doesn’t change the fact that I have amassed considerable revenue from men paying me to be their personal space slut. Certainly I’m not at fault for doing my job and indulging my client’s fantasies, and my clients are not at fault for being turned on by the character. So what “went wrong” in the Slave Leia scenes that turned this family film into a very profitable opportunity for sex workers.

Was Slave Leia a storytelling blunder? Was the character too naughty for her audience? Did the filmmakers go too far by insinuating that the princess was sexually violated by Jabba with the Slave Leia imagery? Regardless, the Slave Leia scenes are inarguably the most controversial item in Star Wars’ forty year history. In 2015, it was even rumored that Disney was considering discontinuing Slave Leia merchandise.

A long time ago…Legendary actress Carrie Fisher with brothel owner Dennis Hof, Madam Suzette, and the ladies back in the day

Whether or not you agree that Slave Leia was a misstep that now needs to be suppressed and muted, there’s no denying the character’s impact on popular culture — or her power to polarize public opinion. In our politically correct era, we have just about made men’s attraction to Slave Leia an untouchable and unmentionable topic. In 2017, is it safe for a man to casually say that he would love to play out a Slave Leia sex fantasy? Not likely, for fear that an army of feminists would discredit him on social media and brand him forever as a male chauvinist.

We have forced men’s fascination with Slave Leia into the underground, where professional women like me allow my clients to satisfy their longstanding adolescent urges in the privacy of Nevada’s brothels. Who would have thought that the galactic adventurer that dazzled millions of cinema fans would end up being a modern day sexual taboo? As Jedi Master Yoda would say, “Always in motion is the future.”

Hannah Foxx

Hannah Foxx

A sexual maelstrom with an impressive resume in the erotic arts, Hannah Foxx provides the finest in romance and risque. Hailing from the deep American South, Hannah is currently a premier companion at Dennis Hof's Kit Kat Ranch near Carson City, Nevada.

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The Sexiest Secretary You’ll Ever Meet!

I really love men and women who work in executive positions. They’re ambitious, dynamic people, they’re confident, and they’re worldly and sophisticated like me. I love to offer them my special fantasy role-play: the Sexy Secretary.

Before I came to the Love Ranch, I worked as an executive assistant. I was young, beautiful, and smart (still am!) and these qualities won me opportunities to work for—and sleep with—some outstanding businesspeople. With more women now in positions of authority, life was great for a bisexual woman like me. When you swing both ways, pleasing clients means more than merely taking notes at meetings. It means the joy of licking or finger-banging another woman to a back-arching, screaming orgasm, as well as sucking a man to his maximum stiffness, then raising my skirt, laying across a desk, feeling my wet panties slipped off by eager male hands, and being deeply penetrated by a rock-hard cock that won’t quit until it fills me up with warm jets of cum. (Yes, folks, I take dick-tation!)

Farrah Banks from Dennis Hof’s Love Ranch near Reno, Nevada

If you ask to “take a meeting” with me at the Love Ranch, or take me out for an evening or overnight date, we can collaborate on a sexy-secretary fantasy together, because I’ve had lots of real-life, work-related sexual experiences to inspire our creativity. Here’s one particularly memorable episode from my “resume” that should tickle your fancy:

As an EA, I got so busy that I needed my own helper to keep up with paperwork and filing, so my boss approved a new hire. I chose a girl named Shari who was bright, organized, and very sociable, which helped a lot when we were scheduling travel and conferences for the very demanding doctors and lawyers who used our meeting-planning company. One day, I discovered to my everlasting delight that Shari’s special social skills would lead to one of the most spectacular nooners I’ve ever enjoyed—and a threesome, too!


We had a lunch date with an attorney named William who needed help planning travel and accommodations for a series of lectures. I was looking forward to meeting him. On the phone, he had a deep, resonant voice, like an expert speechmaker would, and I wondered if a handsome face matched that beautiful voice.


It did. He was very good-looking, fit, in his mid-40s, with a large, luxurious corner office in his law firm. Shari and I were supposed to meet with him there, with a catered lunch sent in. When we arrived, he asked me to close his office door, and shut the blinds on his windows, “So we won’t be disturbed.” This request gave me a strange thrill. Clients didn’t usually ask for that much privacy. I could see something “interesting” might develop, because Shari gave me a knowing wink. We completed our business with William rather quickly. I learned that Shari knew him from an earlier job. Just how well, I would shortly find out.

We made small talk as we ate lunch. When we finished, Shari stood up, collected our food containers, placed them in the trash, and then sat down on one side of the office’s large leather couch—big enough for three people. She patted the place next to her, and said, “C’mon, Billy, time for some fun now.”


“Billy”? That seemed pretty casual, but William rose to his feet, smiling broadly, saying to me, “I hope you’ll join Shari and me as we, ah, seal the deal.” He removed his shoes and his dress shirt, tie, pants, and underwear, while Shari slipped off her spike-heeled pumps—“Fuck me” pumps—wriggled out of her tight, dressy jeans—she wasn’t wearing underwear—and slipped off her blouse and bra. She had the cutest bottom, her pussy hair was shaved, and her breasts were like ripe fruit.

I was still dressed, but not because I was opposed to joining their nakedness. I was staring, stunned, at the MMO (magnificent male organ), hard, steady, and strong, that Billy was displaying. He sat down next to Shari, and they kissed, her hand stroking his handsome cock, while I stripped down as fast as I could. “We’re here to please the client, right?” Shari asked. “Definitely!” I responded, adding “Why don’t you do Billy while I do you?” She nodded, slipped off the couch to her knees, gripped Billy’s shaft and started sucking him, offering her bare cunny to me. I got behind her, spread her pussy lips gently, and started licking her. The harder I tongued her, the harder she sucked him. I was sure anyone passing by in the hall could hear their loud moaning, but I didn’t care. This was our party.


Shari asked me to get a condom out of her purse. Ripping off the foil, she rolled it over Bill’s cockhead with her fingers, then used her mouth to finish applying it. She positioned herself over his lap, facing me, grasped and aimed his cock, and let it slide deep inside her pussy. They fucked that way for a while, rocking back and forth. “Thanks for getting me so wet!” Shari told me. I gently pinched her nipples, shaping them into swollen, pretty points. “Oh, shit! You’re making her pussy grip me so tight!” Billy gasped. Shari’s eyes rolled in ecstasy as she absorbed his powerful thrusts.


After a while, Shari lifted herself off Bill’s billy club (that’s how big it was). And I leaned in and sucked her sweet juices off his sheathed shaft. Then I got down on all fours, doggie-style, and asked Billy to ride me. He got down behind me, placed his cockhead at my pussy’s mouth, and slid himself ever so slowly into me. My body shook as he filled me up with every inch of his manhood. “OOOOHH!” I groaned as he snaked deep inside. “Sometimes the legal process just crawls along, like this, Farrah,” Billy said as he fucked me with exquisite smooth, slow strokes. “But then, it suddenly gets faster and faster, until a decision comes.” With that, he pumped me with gradually increasing speed until he was ramming himself rapidly in my puss, and both of us were approaching climax.

I felt his cock pulsate as he spurted inside me. When he was finished, he sat back on the floor, panting, his still-stiff dick still jerking with excitement, the condom full of his cum. “I think I need to have you two back for lunch often,” he smiled. And he did, several times.

All names in this post have been changed for confidentiality.

Farrah Banks

Farrah Banks

Sexy bombshell Farrah Banks is an erotic entertainer of mixed French and Mexican ancestry. An exotic companion for discerning gentlemen and couples, Farrah is currently a featured courtesan at Dennis Hof's Love Ranch near Reno, Nevada.

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Sexual Role Playing with a Working Girl

Have you ever thought about role playing? More than dressing up in a costume, or pretending to have an accent — actual situations you might have read about in a men’s magazine or just let your dirty mind wander into. Scenes that you play over and over in your mind, revising and improving each time you touch yourself, as your fantasies ripen to perfection. With me, you can take your erotic script and turn it into a movie starring the two of us. Your fantasy scenarios will become real in an environment where you can reach out, touch and taste your dream girl, and transform your sex life into the passionate adventure you’ve been yearning for. Here are a few suggestions based on some common sex fantasies that really turn me on…

Roxy Gold from Dennis Hofs Sagebrush Ranch
Roxy Gold from Dennis Hofs Sagebrush Ranch

Strangers At a Bar

You were supposed to meet your buddy for some drinks. He’s running late, you’re going to wait a little bit longer, but if he doesn’t show up soon you’re going to head out. The bartender hands you a drink “from the lady.” You look around and spot her smiling at you from the other end of the bar. She approaches you, and after some small talk, she asks, “So, do you want to get out of here? My hotel room isn’t far…”


The Fitting Room

You’re at a department store looking for some new shirts. A beautiful woman blushingly asks you to do her a favor. Her husband is about your size, could you try on some pants? No problem, you don’t mind at all. She needs to come into the dressing room with you to make sure they fit…


Taking Home a Stripper

You’re at the strip club. While you’re checking out the stage and going back for a lap dance or two, you can’t help but notice one of the girls is checking you out. Hard. You don’t think anything of it, until she whisks you to the secluded VIP area and whispers, “don’t worry about the price. I WANT you!” Things get (maybe more than a little) too hot for the club and you’re both kicked out. Luckily, her apartment is not far away and things can get really wild. Maybe her roommate can even make it a threesome…


The Boss’s Wife

The boss’s wife whose skirts are a little too short and whose sweaters are a little too low cut. You’re always afraid you’ll get caught checking her out. One day, after a conference she corners you in the elevator at the hotel. The boss is passed out drunk and she needs a real man tonight…


The Medical “Assistant”

You’re at the doctor’s office for a routine checkup. The nurse whispers something to the receptionist and they share a sly smile. Your name is called, and the nurse takes you into the exam room. It’s going to be a little while until the doctor is in, but she needs you to take your pants off so she can “check your virility and libido.” Before long, everything checks out satisfactorily and the nurse calls the receptionist in for a “second opinion.”

If you’re interested in exploring more of my favorite fantasies, or if you have another scenario in mind, drop me a line and let’s get our creative juices flowing…

Roxy Gold

Roxy Gold

A longtime provider of a sacred space for gentlemen, ladies, and couples looking to escape the confines of day-to-day life and explore their secret desires, Roxy Gold is courtesan-in-residence at Dennis Hof's Sagebrush Ranch near Lake Tahoe and Reno, NV.

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Talk Dirty To Me

Dirty talk is one of the most under-appreciated aspects of a sexual encounter. There’s just something hot about being alone with someone and saying naughty and taboo things that we would never ordinarily say in public. There’s a certain freedom in feeling safe and alone with your lover, so that you can let your sexy side take over and whisper — or scream — nasty utterances to each other. Taking dirty can really intensify a sexual encounter, helping to set the mood and build the excitement so that when our experience reaches a fever pitch, we’re at our raunchy, orgasmic best.

Knowing how to talk dirty to my man is so important because his brain is really his largest and most powerful sex organ… To be able to combine the imagination and anticipation of what I want to do to you with the words that will make you throb is the most powerful tool in my sexual arsenal.

Kendall Fox from Dennis Hof’s Kit Kat Ranch near Reno, Nevada

When I talk dirty, I whisper in a way that instantly whets your sexual appetite and makes you want to be closer to my lips. As you hear phrases like “I can’t wait to run my juicy lips up and down your neck, while I sit in you lap and tease your cock” you are instantly trying to imagine the way the weight of my soft supple ass feels grinding against your jeans and how silky and warm my lips felt the last time I ran them softly kissing the side of your neck. 

This is just science and human nature. We process information we see and hear, instantly trying to anticipate what the experience will be like. It’s this anticipation that’s so special for me, and I love to use dirty talk as I get you excited…

Sexy Kendall Fox likes to talk dirty to her clients…

So I walk over to you, face you and sit down on your lap, run my hands under his shirt, and start gently kissing your neck all the way up until I reach your ear. Then I lightly run my tongue along the bottom edge to bring the tip of it in between my lips and kiss it gently and ask you, as I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth against you, feeling you start to get hard, “Where else should I let these lips wander to? My mouth is starting to water for you…” I run my hands over your pants and start to undo your belt and run my fingernails softly over the top of your waistline careful to tease but avoid your growing erection.

Licensed working girl Kendall Fox
Licensed working girl Kendall Fox

Then I lean back so you can get a good look at me and so that I can position myself right against you and feel just how hard you are before taking off my top, grabbing your hands, and running them from the top of my juicy thighs up to grip my round ass. All the way up over my luscious breasts to feel my hard nipples, and then I pull you closer and kiss you deeply. Lightly lifting my hips and sitting them back down on your lap to entice you to take me into the bedroom…and once you do, we can talk about all of the filthy things we’re going to do to each other as we proceed to have the time of our lives.

Kendall Fox

Kendall Fox

A lady in the streets and a freak between the sheets, licensed courtesan Kendall Fox is the professional companion you've been thirsting for. A featured working girl at Dennis Hof's Kit Kat Brothel near Reno, Nevada, Kendall is currently accepting appointments for Girlfriend Experience encounters, fetish parties, and a wide array of other sexual adventures.

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