{"id":4515,"date":"2018-02-28T20:00:47","date_gmt":"2018-02-28T20:00:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.bunnyranch.com\/blog\/?p=4515"},"modified":"2018-03-23T22:37:19","modified_gmt":"2018-03-23T22:37:19","slug":"sugar-baby-prostitution","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bunnyranch.com\/blog\/sugar-baby-prostitution\/","title":{"rendered":"How Sugar Dating Introduced Me to Prostitution"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019m a romantic. I am also a millennial. So when I decided I wanted to get married as a single, 20-something living in Los Angeles, I did what any good millennial would do and took to the internet. Surely I\u2019d find my husband on one of these social dating apps: Tinder, Bumble, PlentyofFish. Recent research revealed that 19% of brides-to-be met their husbands online<\/a>, so I figured my odds were good! Ah yes, soon I\u2019d be jetting off to Bora Bora with my new hubby on our tropical honeymoon feeling exhilarated, secure, and totally in love.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Lana West from Dennis Hof’s Moonlite Bunny Ranch<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I chose Tinder and started swiping. What would ensue were the single worst five dates of my entire life. It was like Tinder had recruited all the biggest assholes and crammed them into one tight space called the Tinderverse, aka My Nightmare. One guy invited me on a date to play pool, to which I arrived to find was actually a date with him and 10 of his closest friends. Once in a while, he\u2019d remember I was there and would turn to me and whisper sweet nothings in my ear such as, \u201cDo you have money for beer?\u201d My tummy grumbling, he made up for his less-than-stellar start by inviting me to his house to share his homemade leftovers. How nice, I thought. He hopped into our Uber with a warm smile–that was directed at his friends because I was not inside the vehicle! He had unwittingly left without me while I took a short trip to the ladies room. Needless to say, he never got another date with me, although I don\u2019t think he was interested in dating anyone but himself. The following four\u2014and final\u2014dates with different Tinderers were even worse.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Lamenting my troubles to a gal pal, she told me of a magical place on the internet where the men were handsome, polite, successful, and no-nonsense. \u201cJoin a sugar dating site–you\u2019ll definitely have better luck,\u201d she cooed. I made my sugar dating profile the next day, and soon I was getting tons of messages from seemingly great guys: doctors, lawyers, and businessmen with hair that smelled of rosewater and sandalwood, and strong bodies fed exclusively by Whole Foods. I chose the moniker, \u201cIdealWifey,\u201d because I\u00a0am,<\/i>\u00a0in that I\u2019m nice, driven, and sexual; I will always be a team player, I\u2019ll always make money for us, and I\u2019ll always have a very healthy sexual appetite.\u00a0\u00a0One of the greatest parts about these great guys was how great their pocket books were. I got caught up in the flash and the show of it all. One guy took me to the top of a skyscraper to a 4-star restaurant overlooking the entire city, feeding me hamachi crudo and foie gras terrine over our second glass of Duckhorn Cabernet 2014. Luxurious dinners were a regular affair, as were lavish shopping trips, fun vacations, and many exorbitant gifts. One even helped me buy a car.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I enjoyed the stimulating conversation and found their stories inspiring for my own business aspirations. I was offered business connections and future startup money. These guys believed in me! I was continuously impressed by the knowledge, power, and presence all these guys seemed to have in common; I definitely wasn\u2019t in Tinder-land anymore. Soon I was flying all over the country to New York, Miami, Seattle, Chicago, going on vacations with my suitors, all expenses paid plus plenty of spending money, of course.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

All the men I met on sugar dating websites just wanted to treat me nicely, fuck my brains out and give me all their money. It was too good to be true. It seemed that I had opened a Pandora\u2019s Box that I could not un-open. I was drawn like a drug. After a few months, it was clear to me that there lied a direct relationship between money and sex. I\u2019d meet a guy, and if we had chemistry and I was horny, we\u2019d have sex. I\u2019m pretty much always horny, so this outcome was common.\u00a0\u00a0Upon our goodbye kiss, he\u2019d hand me a stack of cash and tell me to go pamper myself. If we didn\u2019t have chemistry, I wouldn\u2019t have sex and I\u2019d leave empty-handed. It boggled my mind that normal guys, total law-abiding citizens with prominence in their communities, were totally okay with this.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cYes,\u201d I realized, \u201call this \u2018arrangement\u2019 jargon is just a euphemism for \u2018prostitution\u2019.\u201d My experiences were that of deep emotional connection, quality memories, great sex, and lots of money\u2014some of my favorite things! I decided that if this is prostitution, then prostitution is awesome and I\u2019m 100% for it. If these men that I respected and revered approved of prostitution, I reasoned, then I do too! Being the fiercely independent woman that I am, I wanted to go make my own money instead of waiting on a sugar daddy to give it to me. I also wanted to ensure my safety, as my trusting attitude could have gotten me into trouble if I had continued to meet strangers online.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I wanted see what else this money\/sex adventure had in store for my life. I called Moonlite Bunny Ranch in Nevada and applied for a courtesan position, a move I was a little apprehensive about because of the social stigma. What would my friends think? There is not a social stigma for sugar baby prostitution, but for some beguiling reason unbeknownst to me, as soon as you go legal and safe within the confines of a licensed brothel, society balks. I really hope I can help get the message out there that sugar dating IS prostitution, and also that prostitution really isn\u2019t a big deal.\u00a0 <\/span>It can be fun if you have the personality for it, as well provide an invaluable opportunity that will serve as a springboard towards future successes.<\/span><\/p>\n

So yes, sugar dating introduced me to prostitution, and now I\u2019m one of the top earners at the most famous legal brothel in the world. Thanks sugar dating!<\/span><\/p>\n

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With the financial freedom I have garnered from sex work, I\u2019ll be able to pay off my college loans and start a business next year, goals that would have been 10+ years away from feasibility if I hadn\u2019t accidentally discovered sex work. I enjoy emotional connection, great conversation, and sex, and I get all of this at work. As a sexually progressive person, I assign no morality to the number of sexual partners one has; I think people should do what they want with their own bodies and be happy. I looked inside myself and found that Bunny Ranch makes perfect sense for me at this point in my life. It\u2019s a personal choice that aligns with my morals, values, and goals. For now, I have put off the mission of meeting The One so that I can achieve my goals, but there\u2019s ample time for love later, and I\u2019ll be better equipped to start a family post-Bunny Ranch because I already have a nest egg. <\/span><\/p>\n

The future looks so bright! I wouldn\u2019t change a thing about the way things unfurled. Sometimes life is strange, but you just have to follow your heart and everything else will work itself out!<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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