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Sorry readers, I had to break this up into two reviews. I guess I was a little excited.
First and foremost, I would have been the first guy in the world never to be caught dead in a brothel, until my business partner introduced me to bunnyranch.com. May naiveté into this world surrounding Carson City was, shall we say extreme. I had heard of the brothels, but I had assumed they were the lowest of establishments (We all have heard the childhood story about the word “assume.” It was never truer than with my experience.). I avidly search the web site and was shocked at the beautiful women on the site. While at work, for a full day I was on and off the site. I later went to Google and found the nvbrothels.com web site and my education had begun.
I eagerly searched the web site and found the various reviews. I would read a review and then go look at the picture on the various web sites. As a “newbie” and finding my thoughts frequently turning to these lovely ladies, the decision was made. Yet, there were still lingering doubts as I was quite concerned with many aspects of LPIN. Among the strongest concerns were the health risks. I must say, the nvbrothels.com web site and many of the readers helped a great deal in alleviating my fears. Some of the other fears were privacy, cost and content of the experience. One of the members, Mike Dallas, posts were quite helpful … Thanks Mike!
Now for the big decision, how does one choose a courtesan? I had read about the lineups, and as a first time, I did not think I wanted to go through that process. I went back to the bunnyranch.com site, found their telephone number and called. Just my luck, the two ladies I was hoping would be there were on vacation. They suggested “come on in, there are many beautiful ladies to choose from.” Mentioning my personality would not allow me to just walk in, Kathy who answered the phone suggested I e-mail the ladies, and they would get back to me. I jumped on the computer, added two other ladies to my wish list, and sent the e-mails.
This is where my experience with the MLBR almost ended. E-mail is my life’s blood at work. I was extremely disappointed that the return e-mails never came … except for one, Miss Felicia Ryder. We started to e-mail each other. It must have been evident that a “newbie” was e-mailing her, for she wanted my phone number to call to answer the many questions. When she called, I was immediately put at ease as I heard this sweet angelic voice on the other end of the phone. She answered all my questions, and we set our date at the MLBR.
As I entered Carson City, my anticipation started to mount. I was going to be early to the MLBR, so I stopped at the Nugget and played a little craps (this is important due to what is to come later). My numbers hit -- more dollars in my pocket and off to MLBR.
I arrived a few minutes later at the MLBR. The older version of the nvbrothels.com had pictures of the MLBR and I remembered one of the pictures said to enter and let your eyes adjust. I remembered this fact a little too late. I rang twice and was buzzed in. As I entered, I could see absolutely nothing and I ran head long into one of the ladies – almost knocking her over (first rookie mistake). I told them who I was there to see and since I was a little early I would meet Felicia at the bar. As I ordered my drink and my eyes adjusted, all my previous assumptions evaporated. For those of you who have not been to the MLBR the forums are correct if not under estimated…the eye candy is spectacular. Since, this was a Tuesday at 12:00pm there was not too much happening yet, a few of the ladies meandered by to talk. The bartender mentioned to the other courtesans that I was there to see Felicia and they promptly departed. I truly did not know what to make of the situation. Thinking I was out of range to here their conversation, one of the courtesans mentioned – and I quote – “That is Felicia’s newbie.” My hopes for this day came crashing down around me, until Felicia rounded the corner and had heard what the others were talking about. She was wearing tight black pants and a low cut blouse that highlighted her ample breasts. Felicia kissed my cheek and introduced herself. I was immediately overcome by her smile. She explained what the ladies were talking about was not bad, but that most of the courtesans treat the “new guys” with a little bit extra attention. (Yea, I read right through that to.) I purchased a drink for Felicia and we went on a tour of the facility – she could tell I was nervous. It was a beautiful day, and we decided to go sit on the lounge chairs to get to know each other a little better. As we rounded the corner, a courtesans was lying on the trampoline, naked tanning herself. If I was not excited before … well I was now, as my bulge was quite evident. We sat and talked about what our plans were, as more than one lady would walk by. Occasionally, they would comment if Felicia needed any help. I know it helped my ego.
Via our previous conversations, we had already agreed upon a price for two hours. We went to the room at the beginning of the hall with a large tub and a large bed. And little did I know what was about to occur. Felicia told me to relax and she would be right back after booking the party. There was a nock on the door, a vision entered. Felicia was wearing a black teddy, thigh high black stocking and carrying two shots of Patron (rookie mistake number two), and my favorite glass of scotch – Oban. If the date ended here and now I would have been satisfied for Felicia had remembered from a conversation almost two months earlier what my favorite scotch was. I was the only thing she was focusing on. We drank the Patron and I licked the salt off her breasts.
Felicia mentioned that she likes to strip and she started one of the most seductive striptease performances I have ever experienced. Her hands, hair, and breasts were everywhere. She mentioned that I was still dressed and she wanted to take my clothes off. A pubescent voice changing squeak came from my lips and Felicia giggled and said, Boy, are you going to have a good time.” She undressed me and we moved to the bed. As she fondled and caressed me, my breathing was becoming heavy. She slipped a condom on me and proceeded to look into my eyes as she gave me the best oral I have ever had. Just before I was to explode, Felicia stopped and straddled me. She moved into position and I started to give her oral. I normally do not like to give oral, but when she placed her thighs around my head, I enjoyed her soft moans. I asked (actually more like pleaded) for Felicia to put me inside of her. She moved a little lower and said let me do it, you just enjoy. And I can say I did. A few minutes later my back slightly arched and she leaned over and kissed me.
We still had a lot of time left together and Felicia thought it would be nice to sit in the spa a little while. When we stood, something that has not happened since I was 21 occurred. I was still hard. Felicia jokingly commented that she must not have done a very good job if I was still hard, and that she was going to try again. She retrieved another condom, and we lay back down. We started in the missionary position and as our rhythm started we rolled over for her to be on top (my favorite position). Felicia’s hand braced her against the wall, and she and I came at the same time.
We adjourned for a nice warm spring day soak in the hot tub. Now, I am 6’ 4” and the robes they give you are not meant for someone like me. I looked like I was wearing a suit three sizes too small. With my dangling bit hanging for all to see, we ran to the spa.
First and foremost, I would have been the first guy in the world never to be caught dead in a brothel, until my business partner introduced me to bunnyranch.com. May naiveté into this world surrounding Carson City was, shall we say extreme. I had heard of the brothels, but I had assumed they were the lowest of establishments (We all have heard the childhood story about the word “assume.” It was never truer than with my experience.). I avidly search the web site and was shocked at the beautiful women on the site. While at work, for a full day I was on and off the site. I later went to Google and found the nvbrothels.com web site and my education had begun.
I eagerly searched the web site and found the various reviews. I would read a review and then go look at the picture on the various web sites. As a “newbie” and finding my thoughts frequently turning to these lovely ladies, the decision was made. Yet, there were still lingering doubts as I was quite concerned with many aspects of LPIN. Among the strongest concerns were the health risks. I must say, the nvbrothels.com web site and many of the readers helped a great deal in alleviating my fears. Some of the other fears were privacy, cost and content of the experience. One of the members, Mike Dallas, posts were quite helpful … Thanks Mike!
Now for the big decision, how does one choose a courtesan? I had read about the lineups, and as a first time, I did not think I wanted to go through that process. I went back to the bunnyranch.com site, found their telephone number and called. Just my luck, the two ladies I was hoping would be there were on vacation. They suggested “come on in, there are many beautiful ladies to choose from.” Mentioning my personality would not allow me to just walk in, Kathy who answered the phone suggested I e-mail the ladies, and they would get back to me. I jumped on the computer, added two other ladies to my wish list, and sent the e-mails.
This is where my experience with the MLBR almost ended. E-mail is my life’s blood at work. I was extremely disappointed that the return e-mails never came … except for one, Miss Felicia Ryder. We started to e-mail each other. It must have been evident that a “newbie” was e-mailing her, for she wanted my phone number to call to answer the many questions. When she called, I was immediately put at ease as I heard this sweet angelic voice on the other end of the phone. She answered all my questions, and we set our date at the MLBR.
As I entered Carson City, my anticipation started to mount. I was going to be early to the MLBR, so I stopped at the Nugget and played a little craps (this is important due to what is to come later). My numbers hit -- more dollars in my pocket and off to MLBR.
I arrived a few minutes later at the MLBR. The older version of the nvbrothels.com had pictures of the MLBR and I remembered one of the pictures said to enter and let your eyes adjust. I remembered this fact a little too late. I rang twice and was buzzed in. As I entered, I could see absolutely nothing and I ran head long into one of the ladies – almost knocking her over (first rookie mistake). I told them who I was there to see and since I was a little early I would meet Felicia at the bar. As I ordered my drink and my eyes adjusted, all my previous assumptions evaporated. For those of you who have not been to the MLBR the forums are correct if not under estimated…the eye candy is spectacular. Since, this was a Tuesday at 12:00pm there was not too much happening yet, a few of the ladies meandered by to talk. The bartender mentioned to the other courtesans that I was there to see Felicia and they promptly departed. I truly did not know what to make of the situation. Thinking I was out of range to here their conversation, one of the courtesans mentioned – and I quote – “That is Felicia’s newbie.” My hopes for this day came crashing down around me, until Felicia rounded the corner and had heard what the others were talking about. She was wearing tight black pants and a low cut blouse that highlighted her ample breasts. Felicia kissed my cheek and introduced herself. I was immediately overcome by her smile. She explained what the ladies were talking about was not bad, but that most of the courtesans treat the “new guys” with a little bit extra attention. (Yea, I read right through that to.) I purchased a drink for Felicia and we went on a tour of the facility – she could tell I was nervous. It was a beautiful day, and we decided to go sit on the lounge chairs to get to know each other a little better. As we rounded the corner, a courtesans was lying on the trampoline, naked tanning herself. If I was not excited before … well I was now, as my bulge was quite evident. We sat and talked about what our plans were, as more than one lady would walk by. Occasionally, they would comment if Felicia needed any help. I know it helped my ego.
Via our previous conversations, we had already agreed upon a price for two hours. We went to the room at the beginning of the hall with a large tub and a large bed. And little did I know what was about to occur. Felicia told me to relax and she would be right back after booking the party. There was a nock on the door, a vision entered. Felicia was wearing a black teddy, thigh high black stocking and carrying two shots of Patron (rookie mistake number two), and my favorite glass of scotch – Oban. If the date ended here and now I would have been satisfied for Felicia had remembered from a conversation almost two months earlier what my favorite scotch was. I was the only thing she was focusing on. We drank the Patron and I licked the salt off her breasts.
Felicia mentioned that she likes to strip and she started one of the most seductive striptease performances I have ever experienced. Her hands, hair, and breasts were everywhere. She mentioned that I was still dressed and she wanted to take my clothes off. A pubescent voice changing squeak came from my lips and Felicia giggled and said, Boy, are you going to have a good time.” She undressed me and we moved to the bed. As she fondled and caressed me, my breathing was becoming heavy. She slipped a condom on me and proceeded to look into my eyes as she gave me the best oral I have ever had. Just before I was to explode, Felicia stopped and straddled me. She moved into position and I started to give her oral. I normally do not like to give oral, but when she placed her thighs around my head, I enjoyed her soft moans. I asked (actually more like pleaded) for Felicia to put me inside of her. She moved a little lower and said let me do it, you just enjoy. And I can say I did. A few minutes later my back slightly arched and she leaned over and kissed me.
We still had a lot of time left together and Felicia thought it would be nice to sit in the spa a little while. When we stood, something that has not happened since I was 21 occurred. I was still hard. Felicia jokingly commented that she must not have done a very good job if I was still hard, and that she was going to try again. She retrieved another condom, and we lay back down. We started in the missionary position and as our rhythm started we rolled over for her to be on top (my favorite position). Felicia’s hand braced her against the wall, and she and I came at the same time.
We adjourned for a nice warm spring day soak in the hot tub. Now, I am 6’ 4” and the robes they give you are not meant for someone like me. I looked like I was wearing a suit three sizes too small. With my dangling bit hanging for all to see, we ran to the spa.