{"id":4411,"date":"2018-01-23T00:13:23","date_gmt":"2018-01-23T00:13:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bunnyranch.com\/blog\/?p=4411"},"modified":"2018-03-23T22:45:10","modified_gmt":"2018-03-23T22:45:10","slug":"young-girl-seeks-older-man","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bunnyranch.com\/blog\/young-girl-seeks-older-man\/","title":{"rendered":"Young Girl Seeks Men Wise Enough To Appreciate Her Charms"},"content":{"rendered":"

I can always sense when a man is looking at me. I feel him watching me. I can be out somewhere, say, browsing the stalls at a farmers market, when I feel eyes on my back. A twinge goes up my spine, and I suck in my breath quickly, then let it out slowly. Somebody is checking me out from somewhere nearby, and it turns me on. It\u2019s not stalking; it\u2019s being adored. Being the object of a male gaze, especially from a mature man, a man who knows how to study a woman\u2019s body and the erotic possibilities it suggests, switches on all my girl parts. From my mind down to my toes, I feel intensely aware and charged. A stranger is making me part of his fantasy world, and it gets me wet in the area of the lovely V.<\/span><\/p>\n

But first, the chase. I get a kick out of teasing guys. I like older men the most because they\u2019ve lived long enough to appreciate a-n-t-i-c-i-p-a-t-i-o-n, a nice, leisurely buildup to a fiery fuck. Some younger guys, when they come to see me at the SageBrush Ranch, they see this petite, well-toned girl with a pretty, innocent face and pert titties, and they shift into fifth gear instantly, strip down, and want to mount me fast, like I\u2019m their girlfriend\u2019s sweet younger sister they always craved to penetrate. That\u2019s a little too fast for me. I like giving oral sex, for example, and a guy so desperate to jam his dick in me is missing a great experience with a girl who knows how to use her mouth to talk and to suck a cock to a fare-thee-well. (More about that later.)<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ophelia Bee from Dennis Hof’s Sagebrush Ranch near Reno, Nevada<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Back to the farmers market. I discreetly took out my compact mirror from the pocket of my jean jacket, held it at a certain angle, and glanced into the reflective glass. Along with the unbuttoned jacket I was also wearing a dark, sheer tee shirt that outlined my bare tits, red bikini panties, high-waist 90\u2019s denim that hugged my ass, lacy white socks, and a pair of beat-up pink sneakers. Casual but sexy and slutty enough to catch the eye of any man who loves a woman\u2019s sexual power. About four stalls down I glimpsed a man, about six feet tall, with a bit of a middle-aged belly but cute, with a trim gray beard and glasses, and he was definitely not browsing the vegetables. His eyes were taking a leisurely tour all over my body. <\/span><\/p>\n

Whether I\u2019m sitting conversing in my room with a customer, hanging with a client on an out-date, or just pleasing myself teasing horny strangers at farmers markets, I call that kind of look, \u201cthe hook-\u2019em moment,\u201d because I know my sexual projection has seized full power over the situation. Sometimes I imagine I\u2019m a spy whose mission is to seduce her follower and fuck secret information out of him while I\u2019m draining him dry.<\/span><\/p>\n

I decided to do a little flirtatious posing to further arouse my audience of one and increase the sexual tension between us. So I bent down low, seeming to pick something off the ground, displaying my tight little buns and dancer\u2019s legs to full fluorescent effect in those leggings. Then I straightened up, stretched and arched my back so my nipples pointed skyward, stood with my legs apart for few seconds, and sauntered off. <\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t have to glance back over my shoulder to know that he was moving behind me. I kept slowly walking, stopping every few stalls to browse, feeling him getting closer. By the time I reached a counter where the vendor sold jewelry made with turquoise, he was beside me. I waited for him to speak first.<\/span><\/p>\n

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teen angst running away from home look for the day. pic.twitter.com\/gbTzF1Ok19<\/a><\/p>\n

— Ophelia Bee? (@OpheliaBeeMine) November 10, 2017<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n