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!
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…
Nevada has unique sights and history. As part of the passage to west, Nevada has seen boomtowns rise out of hunger for silver and gold, helped become part of the railway passage of the intercontinental railroad, and has held a part of its unique culture, as a part of the Old West, in everything from its casinos to its brothels.
Brothels and sex workers helped forge the old west. When mining towns erupted with almost completely male populations and settlers battled loneliness as much as they did survival, sex workers have been there, not just to take care of pressing human needs, but to help cultivate the west. Empowered women helped push the success of westward expansionism and entrepreneurialism, and in an age where women couldn’t pursue careers like medicine or banking, sex workers quickly amassed the money and social influence that made the Old West possible.
In modern Nevada, these unique social dynamics continue. It’s one of the few non-native lands where casinos operate, it’s driven by an incredibly diverse industry of tourism and self-exploration, and like in the Old West, brothels are not only alive and well, but thriving.
So what does visiting a modern brothel look like? Brothels still serve the needs of humanity, but they have evolved. Brothels provide a place to feel free to express yourself sexually, for couples to explore inviting a third person into their bedroom safely, for people with disabilities or trauma to process that trauma and heal, and provide an outlet for those who may not have time for a traditional relationship but recognize that human intimacy, connection, is a need we all share.
However, since sex work is currently only legal in one state in the union, there are a lot of misconceptions about the legal industry, mostly from cultural exposure to the illegal industry in countless other states. It’s colored the cultural perception of what would otherwise be a very healthy human outlet. So, if most of what you think what you know about brothels ISN’T the truth, what IS the truth? One, the ladies want to be here. Every lady is licensed, tested, and here of her own volition as an independent contractor. No one is being trafficked or deprived of their consent here. Women who feel empowered by their sexuality and comfortable using that power to help others can do it safely and legally here.
Two, no one here is looking to steal anyone’s partner. Whether visiting as a couple or an individual, you set the boundaries for your interaction and consent with the person you work with. You explore those boundaries together and then once they’re communicated get to focus on what you need. Guilt free.
Three, we’re able to leave the property. The license of many of the northern houses allow booking on site and then you can leave together to see all that Nevada has to offer. You can go to dinner, back to your hotel, or on an adventure in Las Vegas. The only limitation is you may not leave the state.
Four, there is no ‘type’ of person who works at a brothel. Many of the ladies working at any given time are college graduates, some have advanced degrees. The desire to help heal others and explore personal sexuality isn’t limited to a kind of person or a person who does a certain profession. When not on tour, a lady you spend time with at a brothel may be a teacher, a nurse, a homemaker, an academic, or even a police officer! This means that there IS probably a person at the brothel who is just like YOU!
Want long evenings full of intellectual conversations? Want a sexy partner to go rent a machine gun with? Want an adrenaline junkie who will jump out of a plane with you? Are you interested in classic cars? Do you attend comic book conventions? There is something and someone for everyone here, and you’ll be surprised!
Fifth, and last, you can make a real connection. Ever become friends with your massage therapist? Your mechanic? As long as you respect the individual boundaries of someone you see here, many of the incredible people who work in this industry are open to your genuine friendship, and really care about treating you like a person, not a paycheck. Human connection is the industry, and we’re passionate about it. Want to have your first visit? You don’t have to have sex! It’s okay to come to the property, pick out a lady or set an appointment, get a tour, and get comfortable. Get a t-shirt, ask for a tour of the property, learn about the history of legal sex work in Nevada and how the Old West was founded. When you’re done, you may be ready to embark on your own adventure of self-exploration, and enjoy someone on your arm while you do it. Have questions about your first visit? I’d love to answer them. Email me [email protected]
Worried you might not connect with a woman if her brain isn’t as sexy as her body? You found the right lady!
I’m Hannah, a luxury companion here at the BunnyRanch and a specialist in bringing intimacy back into your life. I’m a sweet Georgia Peach, standing 5’8”.
As a former nurse, EMT, model, and sex educator, I’m so much more than the girl next door!
Join me for the perfect date. Let’s explore Nevada together and then venture back to my suite to explore one another.
Want to try something new? I’ll show you the ropes, and the knots to go with them! I’ve taught individuals and couples how to better express themselves in the bedroom, and I’ve helped individuals with disabilities and other unique challenges discover their sexual identity for the first time.
Are you kinky? We’re going to get along fine!
As an active member of the sex education and kink community, I’m the right lady to take you on your first adventure trying something new. I won’t get shy when you tell me EXACTLY what you want. I love communication.
I’m very outgoing, don’t worry if you’re shy! I’d love to get to know you better and plan our date. An evening with me is sure to be memorable. During our time together we will get to relax, indulge our desires, and enjoy each other without staring at the clock. An encounter with me is always a quality one; I focus 100% of my attention on you and the things you’ve most wanted to experience.
After you make an appointment with me, you’ll get my phone number and we can spend some time texting back and forth and getting to know one another so I can not only make you more comfortable but take the time to learn more about what’s going to make this into a real adventure for you.
The best way to make sure we’ll see one another is to email me! I’ll have time set aside just for you and you’ll have my smiling face ready to greet you when you enter. The process is simple and I can’t wait to help you through it.
What visitors are saying…
“I was a first-timer and I picked Hannah because she has a great smile (even though she was wearing a dress that conceals her smoking hot body!). This beautiful young woman is the total package, brains, beauty, and skill. Negotiation was fair and well worth it. She aims to give you the best experience you could possibly have. Always attentive, great conversation, excellent bedroom skills, and never rushed. You couldn’t have a better party with anyone anywhere.”
-Bunny Board Reviewer
==Frequently Asked Questions==
“I’m a first-timer, are you the right choice for me?”
As a first-timer here at the Nevada Brothels, it can be a little overwhelming. I’m here to be your personal tour guide and help answer all your questions! From helping you find great deals on hotels in Nevada to arranging our complimentary driver service to and from the ranch, I’ll take the stress out of your first visit!
“Do you see older men?”
The answer is yes! I love having a seasoned man visit me. Older gentlemen always know how to treat a lady with respect. I’m sapiosexual and I really don’t care about what package you come in. I’d feel so lucky to help you rediscover intimacy, or be that young, sexy, and intelligent woman on your arm who reminds you of what it feels like to be wanted.
“What about if this is really my first time?”
Your first time should be the night you remember, let me ease your nerves and make this experience special. As a virgin, it can feel embarrassing to talk about having your first experience. I’m here to tell you, you’re not alone!
I can help you become a confident lover and settle your nerves with women in and out of the bedroom! I even offer free dating advice and, if you’d like, we could go out for a night on the town, either to get to know one another first so you don’t feel like you’re having an experience with a stranger, or to give you the practice you’ll need to have confidence the next time you want to approach a woman who makes you smile.
“Do you work with couples?”
Come and have a fantastic time with a real professional who will respect the boundaries of your relationship. Tell me about your fantasies and preferences regarding adding another lover to the bedroom.
I’ll work with you to make them a reality and take away the stress of meeting a stranger at some random club. Whether it’s spicing up your sex life, learning sex education topics with a hands-on demonstration, giving that special anniversary or birthday present to someone special, or making that fantasy you’ve always shared come true, I’m here to make the experience safe, fun, informative, and stress-free so you can both lean into what makes your relationship shine, one another!
You’ll be able to message me individually or together leading up to your time together, whatever makes you both most comfortable!
Have another question? Email me at [email protected]
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In this Episode we have Destini Starr from the LoveRanch making her Island Starr Lamb Recipe that she has been cooking at night at the LoveRanch.
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Title: Island Starr Lamb
Prep Time: 20 Minutes
Cooking Time: 2 Hours & 15 Minutes
Ingredients:
1. Lamb (Loin Chops)
2. 1 Potato
3. 2 Teaspoon Cooking Oil
4. Half Onion (White)
5. Garlic (Minced) 2 Tablespoon
6. Garam Masala 1 1/2 Teaspoon
7. Turmeric 1 1/2 Teaspoon
8. Crushed Red Peppers (Optional)
9. Cilantro Chopped (1 Cup)
10. Salt To Taste
Cooking Instructions
Step 1
Cut Lamb in cube size pieces (And for extra flavor leave bone chunks aside with the cut lamb)
Peel the skin of the potato
Cut potato into big chunks
Dice half of the onions
Chop 1 cup of cilantro
Step 2
Grab a big cooking pot and Add 2 Teaspoon of cooking oil set burners on Medium/Low heat.
Let the oil heat up and then add onions into it
Cook the onions until light golden brown.
After they are light brown add 2 Tablespoon of minced garlic with 1 1/2 Teaspoon of Garam masala and 1/2 Teaspoon of Turmeric.
Add Lamb into the pot. (Remember bone chunks are optional) Mix well for 20 minutes.
Step 3
Add 3/4 Cup of water into the Lamb and add the Potatoes to the pot
Mix potatoes with the Lamb very well
Let everything cook for 25 minutes.
Make sure you Stir occasionally
Step 4
If water gets low add more water into the pot until meat gets tender and potatoes are soft. Keep repeating this process for the meat. Make sure to stir occasionally so the food does not burn.
Step 5
Once meat is tender add Salt to your taste.
Then add Crushed red peppers remember peppers are(Optional)
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Sensual domination, to me, is domination without painful discipline. However, discipline can be dished out in many different ways and still feel strict to the submissive. A lot of my fetishes have nothing to do with inflicting pain, cuckolding, for example. The Cuckold gets sexual gratification from their partner having sex with other people. Sometimes behind their back (adultery) or consensually within the boundaries of their relationship.
I see a lot of potential for Cuckold play at the Bunny Ranch. I’d like to have fun with this scenario on a grand scale. I’d like to have a Cuckold “slave” pay for clients to party with me. The humiliation alone would be extremely gratifying for the Cuckold.
Bisexual Encouragement is another fetish near and dear to my heart. A lot of men have bisexual desires, but they are not comfortable exploring them all the way. That’s where I come in. I like to encourage men to take the next step. This fetish can be very erotic, involving role-play scenarios and consensual verbal coercion, which is one of my many talents.
Another example of sensual domination is “the stern girlfriend or mother figure.” When you’re playing in the submissive role, you can let the outside world melt away. In your “normal” life, you might be stressed out at a high-level job, but when you’re with me, you have one task at hand, make mommy happy.
I take my time getting to know my clients. I ask a lot of questions to get down to what turns you on about your particular fetish. I, unfortunately, do not offer heavy impact BDSM parties at the Bunny Ranch. I feel my interests more aline with sensual domination. That’s why I invite you to tap into your true desires and book an appointment with me, your Mistress, Kimberly Kane.
You might think you know me from my films, but films are fantasy, and while I love fantasy, and making fantasies come true, I’d also like you to get to know the real me on a deeper, more meaningful level. I’d also like to get to know you, and hope we can become friends.
A dive into the misconceptions of pornography by Kimberly Kane
This subject is incredibly important since the rise of free porn on the internet and the fact that anyone of any age can view hardcore pornography. I am just old enough that I didn’t grow up with free porn. When I was young, all porn sites were paywalled. Meaning you wouldn’t see much without throwing down a credit card for a website membership which was around $60 a month.
I remember porn tapes being as valuable as gold. If you had a really good porn tape you could trade it like currency. This might sound unbelievable to folks but the first time I ever saw a DP (double penetration) scene on video, I was 18 and I did not believe it was humanly possible, I thought it was some fancy camera angle trick.
Now a days seeing a DP is one of the least shocking sex acts you can see on the Internet. We have an entire generation that has grown up being able to access hardcore pornography for free and the concept of paywalls to view porn is simply abstract. My question is at what cost is the free porn generation really paying on a psychological level?
I am not a psychologist, I’m a pornographer/sex worker and I’m out here in the world talking to “generation tubesite” and they tell me sex gives them anxiety. They have watched thousands of hours of porn and instead of it making them feel confident they feel inadequate. They think their penis’ aren’t big enough, if their partners aren’t screaming and squirting during sex they think they’re doing something wrong. There isn’t a lot of foreplay in porn so this very important aspect of intimacy is sometimes skipped over entirely. Because of the lack of access to sex education young people are watching porn to learn about sex. Which is about as warped as looking to social media to learn about inner happiness. Porn is entertainment not educational material.
The best way I can simply explain porn sex vs. real sex is by asking this question, “Do you believe the Superman movies are real? Do you believe Superman is flying around fighting crime? Of course you don’t! We can give superhero movies a suspension of disbelief. Now, try lending the same suspension of disbelief when watching porn.
Porn is a performance. The bigger the dick, the louder the screams, the more effortless position changes the better! Porn performers are simultaneously thinking about lights, body position and our next move. You’re also trying to convey connection and realism for the audience. If the scene is executed well the sex will seem easy but I assure you it is not. A great porn performance is a physical and artistic craft. It should also be noted that there are also camera operators and crew whos experience lends to the creation of great pornography, just like mainstream hollywood movies.
I personally do not have porn style sex at home. In order for me to be in the zone I need to calm my mind, focus on my partner and be in the moment. I want to genuinely please my partner and I want reciprocation in an honest and connected way. Sometimes my real sex is quiet and passionate, giggly and cute or sexually dominate and perverted. Another difference in my real sex is something not often seen in porn. I always incorporate my Doxy vibrator to reach orgasm because I do not climax from penetration alone.
If you take anything away from my post understand that pornstars are not always having crazy sex off camera. Lend some disbelief to the performance as physical acting and find comfort in the fact that even pornstars are having lazy, cuddle sex just like anyone else. Appreciate porn for what it is, entertainment like your favorite superhero movies!
You might think you know me from my films, but films are fantasy, and while I love fantasy, and making fantasies come true, I’d also like you to get to know the real me on a deeper, more meaningful level. I’d also like to get to know you, and hope we can become friends.
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.
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.
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)
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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.
Endless surveys have
shown that people daydream about sex for several hours each day. Often the
fantasies involve taking total sexual possession of someone at your job, or in
your class at college, or even your best friend’s spouse. When you allow
yourself complete freedom of imagination to contemplate coupling with anyone
who catches your fancy, you can picture yourself doing anything you want with
anyone you desire, with no real-world consequences because it’s all in your
mind.
Do you have a boss,
male or female, with a smart-ass attitude, who typically gives you instructions
on a project, then changes them arbitrarily or capriciously, and tries to blame
you for distracting him or her when you know you’re being mind-fucked and
abused? Maybe you’ve gone to sleep and dreamed of catching such a supervisor
alone in his or her office at the end of the day when everyone else has gone
home. You close the office door for privacy and tell, no, command your boss to come out from behind that desk. If your boss
is a man and you’re a woman, you’re no longer the meek, compliant employee; now
you are in charge. “Unzip your pants and pull out your cock, now,” you snarl with authority and
confidence. Your reversal of roles causes the boss to pop a rod that’s
impressively massive. You always knew your boss was a dick, but his real dick
is a big one. He starts to say something, but you quickly put a finger to your
lips and snap “Shut up and do as I say!” You flop down in the leather-covered
chair behind the desk, telling Bosso to stand beside you.
You wrap your fingers
around his schlong and lock eyes with him. “I am going to jerk you off until
you shoot all over the fucking paperwork on this desk,” you instruct. Then you start
stroking his nasty knob very slowly, but with a firm grip, stretching the skin
of his shaft until it’s taut. You’re determined to make this jack-off last
achingly long. You’re loving the control you’re exerting over the situation.
You gradually increase the speed of your stroking until the head of his cock is
purple and straining to cum. He begs you to let him ejaculate, but you make him
wait and wait until he’s nearly crying for relief. Then you point his cock over
the desktop. The cum pours out of him, stream after gushing stream, because
this is a sex dream and things are more exaggerated than real time. “Uh, uuuhhh!” is all your daytime master can
muster as his man-milk soaks all the folders, reports, and letters strewn
across the desk.
When you wake up the
next morning, you’re filled with flaming confidence. Although your adventure
with Mr. Big Dick was only a dream, you know your relationship will never be
the same. No matter how he acts in the future, you’ll always have your secret
fantasy of having milked his cock until it spewed all over his desk. Every time
you meet with him now, you visualize all that white sticky stuff on that desk. Best
of all, your greatly increased sense of self-respect permanently changes your
working relationship so that the former bully-boy boss stops making you a
target of his manipulation because he knows you’re a woman he can no longer
dominate.
Now let’s say you’re a
guy who has a snippy bitch for a boss, but one with a body that won’t quit: a
tight, rounded, gym-firmed fanny; pert tits; legs toned and long-muscled from
jogging; hair that is as dark as her eyes are blue, with pinpoint pupils that
make her eyes look otherworldly. She treats all her workers with such contempt
that the secret nickname she’s been given among the staff is “Dom.” This is a
woman that you think needs to be fucked and tamed.
When you go to bed that
night, the last thoughts you have as you drift into slumber are fantasies about
this woman. The next thing you know, you’re in dreamland, and the setting is a
luxury hotel where you and your boss and other staffers are staying on a
business trip. It’s late at night, and you should be crawling under the covers
in your room because you’ve had such a long day of client meetings. But,
typical of her, your boss calls your room and orders you to come to hers so you
both can discuss the day’s events. You’re exhausted, but you go before you must.
You’re startled when
she opens the door after you knock. She’s standing there wearing nothing but a
negligee. Vaguely, you think to yourself, “This can’t be real,” and, of course,
it isn’t; it’s a dream. And in a dream, the impossible becomes possible.
You look up and down at
her, and instantly your exhaustion fades and your excitement builds. She’s
saying something about business, but fuck that, you’re not listening. You
observe the sharp points of her nipples pressing against the bra of her
sleepwear—“fuck-her wear” is what you think. She keeps yammering, but you give
her a hard look and say something you never would in real life: “Shut up,
Sonia. First, I’m going to kiss you and grab your ass, then I’m going to stick
my dick in your pussy. Got it?”
Once again, the roles
are reversed. Sonia goes silent, obeying you, turning her head upward to
receive your kiss. You draw her close, planting your mouth on hers, sticking
your tongues wrapping around each other. You reach around, slipping your hands
inside her panties, cupping her buttocks and squeezing them tight. This causes
her to press her pussy area against your hardening cock-bulge. She is
surrendering herself to you.
“Get up on that bed and
assume the position,” you say, wondering whether she’ll lay on her back or get
up on all fours. She chooses doggie style. You take a condom that’s sitting in
a foil wrapper on the bedside table—things like that always appear magically in
dreams—tear it open and apply it to your cock. (Again, this being a dream, your
pants and underwear have disappeared, leaving your rock-hard member standing
erect.)
You get up behind Sonia
on the bed, tearing the crotch of her panties wide open, which causes her to
gasp in surprise and eager anticipation. Her pussy is swollen and ready to be
penetrated. Her pubic hair is thick and as dark as her hair; the carpet matches
the drapes, as they say. You know she’s wet because you can smell her moist
girl-scent, and a two-finger probe of her vagina confirms she’s slick and ready
and elicits a deep moan from her lovely swanlike throat. “Please, please put it in me,” she asks. “I can’t
wait any longer.” And that’s what you do: slide your torpedo deep inside her
tube, feeling her pussy hair softly rustling against the base of your meat
stick. “You’re gonna get fucked like this every time you keep me late for
overtime, boss lady,” you growl. Then you stop, aware that you would never say
such a thing to your superior—but then, you’d never be balls-deep inside her
sugar walls, either. “I must be dreaming,” you realize, and bingo, you’re now
doing lucid dreaming. But the muscles of Sonia’s pussy hold your dick in a
tight, palpable grip, and soon you’re filling Sonia with cum (contained in the
condom). When you wake up, you feel as depleted as if you really had fucked
your lady boss.
Lucid dreaming is the
best kind. You’re aware that you’re in an alternate universe where you can fly
at greet speed or just hover a thousand feet in the air; jump off a cliff and
float to earth without a parachute; walk through walls; and ask any dream
figure that appears what it means in your subconscious mind, and it must
answer. And, heh heh, you can fuck anyone from your waking life without
consequences, because everything that occurs is all in your mind. (Too bad that
teenage boys—and girls—can’t yet be taught to dream lucidly. Millions of girls
could, in their dreams, ride the cocks of any guys they secretly desired without
getting a “bad” reputation. And millions of boys could forego sore hands and
raw penises from daily masturbation while their hormones raged. They could look
forward to meeting and screwing the cheerleaders of their dirtiest dreams in
their dreams. They could fuck as many pussies as they wanted, spurt in them
time after time, and not wake up with cum-dampened underpants.)
I am here to make your wildest dreams come true. Let me be your creative power in planning and carrying out your wettest dreams. Maybe I can act the part of the mysterious spirit girl who awakens you with a sudden blow job? Maybe you want to dream of finding yourself blindfolded and naked in a strange place, where you hear a woman’s soft steps entering the room, then feel your cock being mounted by a girl who uses your tool to fuck herself silly to orgasm. Let me be your weaver of dirty dreams.
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I am a graduate of San Francisco State as a Registered Nurse (OB/GYN) and had 2 scholarships to Julliard School of Music for Piano in Classical Music. I speak English, Some Spanish, Tagalog, Elocano, little French. My special talents and skills: Was a Registered Nurse, Love giving massages, I accommodate to everybody’s fantasies and needs especially the Handicap and Couples. I will negotiate to whatever budget the Clients feels appropriate to their needs or Fantasies.
I aim to please and make the Client satisfied. I very open-minded, outgoing, smart, sensual, romantic, Bi-Sexual, and love to make a person feel “Special”. I also love Fetishes and B&D.
A man I once dated told me about a new neighbor he fancied. Not only was she a pretty, long-haired strawberry blonde with full breasts and a nice, round tushy, but she was friendly and approachable—easy to get to know. Her conversations with him were pleasantly teasing and flirtatious, and he felt he had a good chance to land in bed with her.
In the wintertime, she always wore a black faux-fur overcoat that complemented her shapely dimensions, matching it with a pair of brown leather knee-high boots with heels. The boots were shiny and sexily caressed her slim legs. One day, while they were chatting in her driveway, he said he liked her boots. “Thank you,” she answered, sweetly. “A girl has to have nice footwear.” Then she leaned back against the trunk of her dark-colored BMW, arching her back seductively and extending her boot-clad legs one at a time.
Her movements, especially those of her lower extremities, sent a thrill up his spine and strong signals to his cock, which shot up hard so fast he thought he heard the sound of a whip cracking, though it was only in his fevered imagination. He was wearing sweatpants without underwear, so he knew she could see his bulge. He clumsily tried to conceal it by turning slightly to the side but doing so only exposed more of his lance. He was embarrassed but also wildly excited. He made a quick and obvious excuse about having “something to do,” and quickly returned to his residence.
As soon as he closed his front door, his rapidly beating heart and quickened breathing—and the rock-hard tool in his pants—told him all he needed to know: His sexy neighbor, especially her boots, had set the sex-center of his brain on max, and he leaned against the wall of his foyer, threw down his sweatpants, and grabbed his raging cock in his right hand.
He tried to start his jacking motions off at a slow pace, to savor the feeling she aroused in him, but his hand began stroking faster and faster as he rose to a furious, spouting climax that shot cum against the opposite wall. His only regret, as he sagged, exhausted, almost tripping over the sweatpants gathered at his ankles, was that his spume hadn’t been splattered on her boots.
Oh, my God, he realized. I’m a foot fetishist—and I love it!
Women’s bodies, as men and bisexual or gay women all know, have been equipped with a cornucopia of erotic zones and parts. In fact, across the wondrous landscape of the female form, there is no place that cannot be eroticized. None. Nature formed us that way in far ancient times to attract male mates, who would offer food and protection and, of course, generous hot beef injections of caveman cock. (We girls hear the echo of those primitive times when men grunt and gibber like apes as they pump our pussies full of cum.)
Some men are known for favoring certain areas; you can call a guy an “ass man” or a “breast man,” but men who sexually crave and fantasize about women’s feet and legs are a special subculture of fetishists. They’re highly imaginative and can think of so many ways to derive extreme sexual joy from the delicate toes, the smooth soles, the well-trimmed toenails, the elegant arches, and the well-turned ankles of women’s feet. For this fetish, size really doesn’t matter; small and large feet are both favored.
Foot fetishism was probably at its height during the Victorian Age, a time of public shame about sexual expression but hypersexual activities in private. (For example, in one major city, there reportedly was a brothel that for women only. Very privileged women, who would be brought inside via a hidden private entrance. Instead of the traditional lineup, in which the sex workers parade themselves before clients who select the girl or girls they favor, the women would be guided upstairs to a bedroom kept in total darkness to mask the woman’s identity from the male sex worker who would service her needs. Their encounter would take place in total silence so that even the woman’s voice, which might be well-known if she was socially prominent, would remain secret.)
The moral repressiveness of the period has been attributed to Queen Victoria’s alleged sexual conservatism, but the true culprit for the priggishness of the time was her stern husband, the German-born Prince Albert. Her views about sex are unknown, but as a feisty and spirted young wife, she had eight children with her beloved husband, so he certainly aroused her passions.
Embarrassment about sexual matters grew to be ridiculous. The term “legs” became almost a dirty word because legs (usually, just the bare ankles, which became highly erotically charged in the male imagination) were all that men got to see of women’s bodies, covered, even in humid summers, by layers of clothing, unless they frequented brothels, were married, or were fortunate enough to find adventurous, artistic, rebellious feminist lovers. Even the legs of pianos were cloaked in lace because looking at those lifeless wooden supports might tempt a young man into lustful thoughts!
You can well imagine how much sexual curiosity was provoked by all this “no-no” advice: lots. During the 19th century, women of means wore calf-length dress shoes with many buttons winding all the way up. It could take two to three minutes to button up—or unbutton—that elegant footwear, so flattering to a woman’s feet and legs.
A man in the company of an experienced period courtesan—or lucky enough to have a passionate lover in the everyday world—could sit comfortably in a chair, languidly puffing on a cigar while his lady friend stripped down to her high-button shoes, then took her sweet time seductively unfastening each button of a shoe before slipping it off, slowly, revealing a naked foot. The gentleman of leisure would rise to his feet, remove his clothing, fold them neatly, and turn to face her with a stiff rod saluting her beauty.
But instead of gripping his rod with her hand or taking it into her mouth or pussy, she would apply cream to her toes and feet, then reach with her legs until her toes wrapped themselves around his shaft, caressing it gently and skillfully, “playing” it like a snake charmer until the “snake” spit out its white goo all along the lady’s feet and legs.
History shows that forbidden things become more and more attractive over time. Pretty soon cowgirl boots, riding boots, hiking boots, slippers, ballet shoes, stockings, socks, sneakers, and even pantyhose would join the assortment of costumes favored by foot lovers. As dresses began to shorten in the early 20th century, exposing more of the legs, foot men rejoiced. Now they would have a clear route to the delicious vagina, their journey beginning at a lady’s big toe and traveling on up her leg until they met her oval of delight.
If you’d like to schedule a meeting, be sure to ask me to show you how you can give me an orgasm just by massaging the ball of my foot. It may be an unusual way to begin foreplay for you, but everyone can benefit from learning new sexual skills. You can quote me on that! Contact me at [email protected]
Hello there…I’m Olivia Green, the girl next door from Nantucket, Massachusetts. (You probably know the limerick ; ) I’m a down to earth lady who drinks with her pinky extended LOL. I may look innocent, but I have a sexy wild streak. Call me classy, flirty, and dirty…
Whether it be a GFE or a PSE experience that you’re looking for, I will make you forget the outside world exists in my cozy comfy room…Let me pamper you.
I suck at playing pool but if you can laugh with me over a drink, we could have so much fun!
I love music…Everything from electronic dance music to classic rock, and even some metal. I like any beat that makes my body move!
I love exploring your fetishes. There’s nothing we can’t talk about in the privacy of my room. I’m a squirter, and I absolutely adore couples. Two girl parties, two gentlemen parties…The possibilities are endless!
I’m a trained pastry chef, so I can bake you something after we party all night! Apple Crisp anyone?
I have the ultimate respect for the men and women that are active duty and retired military, and I always offer them a discount : )
Contact me today at [email protected] and let’s plan a sexual adventure together!
