Fall Tour: Jessy, Mila, Sindy Sky, Rachel Varga, and more..

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PART ONE

In concept, spending a week touring brothels is hardly an original idea nor was this tour particularly extreme in comparison with what many others have done countless times before. But for me, the comprehensiveness of it all was something completely new. What was the intention? Obviously the pleasure of delighting with beautiful women, but also something more. In some ways it was like performing a survey, casting a net, searching for those I'm compatible with at different levels, whether on an intellectual basis, in the physical sense, or perhaps discovering something deeper, more akin to a warm hearth. Really it's a spectrum, ranging from satisfying the animalistic to something more spiritual, if you will. Or said in more prosaic terms, an attempt to find courtesans with whom I have chemistry that I can become a "regular" with.

Before I get into specifics though, please note: making comparisons between women of this caliber is difficult and it would be very unfair (also stupid and simplistic) to state that one is "better" than the other. It's more like comparing the various high peaks of the Himalayas, different vintages of a fine wine, or varieties of damask roses. Of course, this is all very individual as well. From one person to the next it could be that none of them are right for you. I can only speak for myself.

The planning for this trip was a little tricky. First, thanks must go to my unwitting boss for he once again afforded me with the opportunity to attend a conference on the west coast. Hence my employer would actually be covering the cost of the airfare. The plan was to fly to SLC, drive to Elko, party, then dash back to SLC for the flight to the coast. After the conference, heading east now, it would be destination Reno, Sagebrush and Mustang, then on to Elko again, and finally SLC for the plane ride home. Booking the flights, rental cars, hotels, trading emails to make the appointments, then dealing with schedule changes, reconfirming appointments, all added to the complexity.

As it turned out, I wasn't the only attendee at the conference who had the idea of bookending the event with some extra-curricular activities. I would later chat with one fellow, a beer aficionado, who explained with great enthusiasm how he had come several days early (and would stay a few days after) so he could hit up some local breweries. In response, I said nothing and nodded.

If given the time, and was there the inclination, I could write a short book about this trip, but that's not quite the point here, so be aware, what you read below is only an  extract, really just some of the more important points, highlights, and events. As always seems to be the case, these trips can be quite the learning experience, always about yourself, but also about human nature in general. Nothing I learned will be new to many here, it's always a process of individual realization you have to go through to acquire more than just "book" knowledge. Sometimes this can be pleasurable, but more often not. And so as they say, "the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry", and this tour was no different, as you will see.

Jessy & Mila - 2 Girl Party

The first leg of the trip went smoothly. In what has become almost routine, I caught the 7:30am flight to SLC, picked up a rental car, and made it out to Elko in record time. I prefer to pay in cash for my parties and as many here can probably guess, this tour was going to require quite a fat stack, so fat, in fact, even in hundreds there was no way to fit it all in my wallet. I had to use a money pouch strapped around my waste. The bulge at the front of my pants was so prominent, I kept waiting for someone to ask if I was "just happy to see them", which would've been ironic given how the cash was to be spent.

On past occasions both Jessy and Mila had each suggested a 2 Girl party. Given their close friendship, it seemed like the chemistry would enhance such an experience, which made the idea more attractive. Honestly, it was not something I had ever fantasized about, mainly because it's just not something that would ever happen in real life. You'd have to be either incredibly lucky or maybe just filthy rich (or into the swinging lifestyle). And so it was with quite the anticipation that I strolled over to Mona's after spending a few hours resting in my room at Stockmen's. Jessy and Mila met me at the bar. I treated them to their favorite drinks and we headed back to Mila's room, which I knew to be fully stocked with all the necessary accoutrements. We sorted out the details, settling on a ninety minute party, then got down to business.

As a believer in both giving and receiving, and with the realistic expectation that I couldn't be the receiver the entire time, we started by taking turns giving each other massages before allowing things to devolve. I wouldn't usually be so specific, but the view of Jessy straddled in a reverse cowgirl with her raven black hair gliding up and down her back is something one can't forget. To walk around with a figure like that should require a license. In turn, Mila was her usual amazing self. I'm sure she must have down days, moments when she's not shining, but it's not something I've ever witnessed. She's like a candle that never goes out, only flickering when the wind blows. How she does it, I just don't know.

So how can one best describe the experience of a 2 Girl party? I guess I'd have to say I felt like a wrestler in a tag team event, knocked to the mat, but instead of my opponents taking turns hammering me it was my own teammates forcing me to tap out every five minutes so we could switch things up and prevent the match from "ending" too soon. But when finally the time came, having abstained from all activities the week prior, the finale was something like watching the fountains at the Bellagio. The experience of four hands, two mouths (especially Jessy's), and so forth, is something every man should try, at least once.

After taking a break at the bar, it seemed like I had another hour in me and so Mila and I headed back to her room. Her nature is so giving, so eager to please, it seems, and to enjoy herself as well, that we probably spent far too long in the stratosphere, which left her in a state -- like a pony express rider at the end of their leg -- somewhat ill prepared for her next appointment.

Now, I don't want to give the impression that any given courtesan will provide the same experience to every suitor. It's a two-way street and behind the fantasy we're all human beings after all. We all bring different things to the table on any given day. Naturally, people will mesh in different ways, so results may vary. For me, at least, Mila seems able to intuit what it is I need, often without asking. It was written in another review that's she's "one in a million" and the more I experience her, the clearer the truth of that statement becomes. To this day, she remains the only one capable of touching my emotions in the deepest possible way.

"Mila the Magnificent" - 4 Hour Party

With the new day I was up at the crack of dawn. Thankfully, Stockmen's café opens at 6am. I claimed two breakfast vouchers from the front desk, had my fill, then headed out up to Lamoille Canyon. Having never visited before, it was amazing to find such world class scenery so close to Elko. You'd think you're in the high Sierras. The fact it hasn't been made a national monument or even a park boggles the mind. The Fall colors were at their height and the four mile loop trail up to Island Lake was truly spectacular. The crystal clear waters were completely still and the surrounding peaks high above the hanging valley so eerily silent, save for the whip of a fishing line cast by a lone angler.

Later, back at the hotel, I rested a bit, then ran five miles on the treadmill, ate a banana and downed an energy drink, then headed over to Mona's, all the juices flowing. Mila, as I was to learn, had already had quite the day, so to turn around and take on such a long party was really going above and beyond.

Every opportunity I've had to be with her just gets better and better as we grow to know one another more and more, and this four hour epic was no different. As is my want, a significant amount of time was focused purely on making Mila as happy as possible, with the payoff being not only the enjoyment of giving her pleasure, but also later on when I was enveloped in such warmth as perhaps I've never felt, in spite of the artificial barrier.

I know the girls in brothels sometimes give nicknames to their regulars, which are often only shared between themselves. From past visits I had one in mind for Mila as well, the Orgasma-tron, but maybe that's a little too impersonal. She's not a machine after all, although she certainly "interfaces" with them quite well, if you know what I mean. So perhaps just "Orgasma" would be more appropriate, as I've yet to encounter anyone who so thoroughly embodies the description. To see her face rolling in waves of ecstasy is like watching the sun rise over and over and over again.

When I look back I still find images from this party burned in my mind... the delicate nape of Mila's porcelain neck as revealed when brushing aside the locks of her platinum hair, or the sight of those golden strands flopped haphazardly across her smiling face like some beautiful and chaotic nest of silk thread, obscuring her eyes in a game of hide and seek. If you're able to find the way within yourself to meet Mila on her level then you'll know what it is to make love to an angel (albeit one with a little devil perched on her shoulder).

Upon parting, Mila had saved a couple small surprises for me which were quite touching and demonstrated a genuine thoughtfulness. My memory of her can never fade now. If offered the opportunity to spend the rest of eternity peering into her eyes while softly caressing those lovely breasts and gently kissing her, I think it's a deal I'd have to take.

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PART TWO

The Prime of Miss Keely Rose

I'm not sure anyone here will get the literary reference in the heading above, but when considering Keely Rose one of the things that differentiates her here is that at this very moment she happens to be at her absolute "prime". And being in her prime, Keely has a particular glow, an energy, a certain soft, yet strong femininity which emanates from every pore, from her eyes, lustrous red hair, her smile. You can see it in the way her tremendous, luscious breasts sit proudly on her chest, how the graceful arc of her back serves to emphasize their stance. I could go on. It's such a fleeting moment, so the experience of hopping on the Keely Express is something akin to catching a ride with Haley's comet as it swings by the Earth. This isn't something one has the chance to take advantage of very often. And that was my conundrum when deciding if I should see her again for a second time at the Sagebrush Ranch, where she had been working non-stop since July. After realizing I had already overloaded things (both in terms of my physical capabilities and finances), and given the fact there was only a narrow window when conceivably I could even see her at all, I had to think long and hard -- what a problem to have, right?

Keely is a peach, but not just any peach. She's one of the ripest, rosiest, juiciest peaches I've ever experienced. The feeling of attraction was just too much, instinct took over. I had to have a taste. Soon after, I emailed her, we confirmed a date and time and I rearranged my flight to Reno. I'd have to leave the conference a few hours earlier than planned, taking two flights over the course of six hours. Were my boss to ask why, I suppose it would've been fun to say that I had a date scheduled later with a porn star, but I imagine that might not have gone over so well.

Despite what enjoyment I received from being with Keely the first time, and not to denigrate myself (too much), whatever pleasure she might have derived from me, I did feel a little bad because to truly ravage her probably requires a partner who has the masculinity and power of Conan the Barbarian. After all, you don't see many middle age men behind the seat of an F1 car. The average driver is about twenty-seven. So as much as I pumped that peddle, even if the engine purred or cried out from time to time, it always seemed like crossing that elusive red line was just out of reach. What I wanted to experience this time around was what happens when the engine explodes in flames.

A few days before our rendezvous, I confirmed everything with Keely via email. Thankfully, the flights all took off on time. Flying over the Sierras, one could see the peaks were already covered in snow. I later learned that parts of I-80 required tire chains. Sitting there in the middle seat on the short flight into Reno, my right shoulder became quite tense with all the stress and anxiety. I tried massaging it out, with little success. Upon arrival, I still had to pick up the rental car and then make the thirty minute drive down to Carson City, check-in to the hotel, clean up, and dash over to Sagebrush. The one unpredictable element in all this was the line at the rental car counter. In SLC you can sometimes wait an hour. Fortunately, in this case, it was only twenty minutes. I actually made it to the hotel at the exact time I wanted. Up to that point, everything had worked out perfectly.

Checking in at the Gold Dust West, I must have been so peaked and glowing with anticipation, emitting pheromones like crazy, or giving off some unconscious vibe, that the middle age woman behind the desk just lit up when I spoke to her. The longer we interacted the softer and warmer her eyes became. And believe me, this is not an effect I've had on anyone for more years than I care to mention! In my room, I cleaned up thoroughly, got back in the car, and made the short run over to Sagebrush. I had forty-five minutes to spare.

At the entrance I was met by the bartender. "Are you here for an appointment or would you like a line up," she asked. I said I had an appointment with Keely. "Keely?" she replied, "She's gone." What do you mean she's "gone", I said. "She went to Australia."

To say I was crestfallen, would, as you can imagine, be the understatement of the century. I slow walked to the bar and plonked down. Apparently, she had just up and taken off with no warning the day before. Everybody there was sort of shocked and the management felt genuinely bad that I had come all this way and she had absconded without any communication. She had given them no notice either. Why Australia exactly, nobody knew, or at least wouldn't say if they did.

I sat at the bar for a while, thinking. Each of the girls came by and tried their best, but it was sort of like hearing the TV from the next room. Nor, suddenly, did I really feel in the mood any more. Of course, I was very curious and asked the other girls about Keely. They said she had largely kept to herself and was focused on making private videos. Her porn star background had brought in a lot of guys, not surprisingly, but that was never a consideration with me. The impression they gave was that she was flighty, basically a flake, and I guess obviously less mature than I had known. I so lusted after her. In my eyes she was a kind of physical perfection that I can't even begin to describe, the attraction was something hard-wired. But even though what she did was so inconsiderate, not just to me, but to the house as well, I'm sure they would still have her back because she was such a money maker.

Perhaps I could have guessed she might be unreliable, because despite the fact Keely was the ongoing three time starlet of the month, there were only ever two reviews of her on the Bunny Ranch forum (and none elsewhere), mine and a gentleman who went on an outdate with her in Reno and seems to have had a terrible time. The fellow was probably in his late 50s or early 60s. His review was actually deleted, though what he wrote can be seen in the reply of someone else's response to his original post, or at least last I checked. He later made another comment calling her a self absorbed porn star. At the time, I thought the guy was kind of a jerk for writing this, but I guess he may have had some points.

I don't normally post on that forum. Certain girls seem preoccupied with trying to knock down reviews or other comments by replying to really old posts about themselves or others. I always admired the fact that Keely rarely made an appearance there. She didn't need to, but maybe she was just careless or too disorganized to put in the effort. As I later learned, though, Bunny Ranch girls may actually be required to make posts every day and so with nothing new to say it could be that's why, in part, they make such meaningless comments all the time. But the net effect is that the board has less utility for anyone trying to find useful information or sustain a dialogue. At any rate, I doubt I will ever post there again.

I enjoy the process of writing reviews and take it seriously. They allow one to look back and relive old memories, others can live vicariously through them, maybe learn something, and in some small way they might even help the women you've seen. If I have a bad experience then I don't write a review. Probably I'm not alone in this, which is why a dearth of reviews can sometimes be a telling indicator. But the thoughtlessness in the way Keely acted was so careless, I feel like I have to mention it here.

In my original review, if you can even find it, I alluded to the difference between being a porn star and what it takes to be a professional courtesan. I had had such a good time with Keely, on a physical basis, as we didn't have the time to converse much, that in hindsight, I guess I wasn't exposed to the full spectrum of her personality. But my initial instinct related to the afore mentioned observation ended up proving correct. Finding a true profession courtesan, somebody who is meant for the job and loves it, isn't always so easy.

Keely seems to have been a wandering spirit and I had told her as much when I saw her. I was one myself at that age too. One problem with aging, though, is over time you increasingly lose the ability to put yourself in the shoes of younger people. For some period you can be aware that this is happening and then later you become incapable of even that. It's harder to see the world from their perspective and this can make you a little blind, which is probably partly what happened here. I had the sense when I met her that this whole thing was just a fleeting period in her life and so when it became clear I'd get the chance to see her again I was overjoyed. It would probably be the last time. I know it's silly and self-centered to say, but given the fact that after so many months had passed, and everything it took for me to be able to see her again, that I missed her by just ONE day, well, it almost seems like the universe was trying to tell me something.

My first encounter with her was all about lust, not connection or companionship. Perhaps one's intent should include finding a proper balance. Acting on lust alone can be like trying to get at the cheese in a mouse trap. If you're not smart, you can get hurt. Of course, I can't blame her entirely. I allowed myself to build up the anticipation and  given the age difference we could never have an emotional connection that went very deep anyway. And so the correct way to look at being with Keely would have been to just treat it as a "fun time", like riding a roller coaster, but that's easier to say than do. There's something to be said, I would learn, to being with a woman your own age. And so if you did get the literary reference from above then you'll understand why I used it, because that book (and film version) covers many of the same themes, older men with younger women, and also ended in disaster.

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PART THREE

Sindy "Serendipity" Sky

Dejected, I wandered out of Sagebrush. It was quite dark by now and the bartender warned me to be on the look out for a bear hanging around the parking lot. Well, I had just been mauled emotionally, I thought, so why not physically as well. The lights from the Love Ranch lit up the other side of the cul-de-sac. I was there, I figured, I might as well check it out. Inside, tres muchachos in baseball caps sat drinking beers at the bar. I took a seat and asked for a glass of water. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a blonde woman come in from outside and head for the back. A few minutes later the madam approached me and said there was a lady who saw me and wanted to meet. It was Sindy Sky. She had already heard about Keely's sudden flight (it's a real gossip mill there). Sindy was my age and we connected.

To quote her profile, Sindy says she's a "naturally friendly and social woman with a HUGE sexual appetite". And that was all true, especially the HUGE part. We sat and chatted for what must have been at least a half hour before going back to her room where we just kept talking. She's kind, generous, and giving, a real person, no artifice, vivacious and excitable. She calls herself a bit goofy. Maybe so, but definitely a quirky sense of humor. She seems genuinely curious to know and learn about you and people in general. I explained what had happened, that I didn't think I had it in me for a "full scale" party, but as it turned out, one of her specialties was massage, which was exactly what I could use, just a relaxing experience, with some "release". I had to explain, though, that I couldn't possibly let things progress without taking care of her first, and so that's how our time together unfolded.

Sindy, I learned, is quite unique in that she has certain pleasure zones, her feet and breasts, which function like light switches, turning her on almost instantly. There's no mystery in learning how Sindy "works", no puzzle to solve, you don't have to experiment with different levers, go through a period of trial and error. Her instructions are short and sweet. And I have to say, it's so fun to be with someone with this specific ability. She's such a dynamo. Despite the fact we didn't have actual intercourse, I was still able to leave her trembling and quite literally so. Her hands were still shaking twenty minutes later. What a woman! She is so easy going, open and free. I was really grateful we crossed paths, that she had the technical ability to work on my shoulder muscles, that we could connect at the same experiential level. The whole thing had such serendipity. "Sometimes," she observed, "things are just meant to be."

When I stepped in the door at the Love Ranch I had no plans to ask for a lineup. Had Sindy not noticed me sitting dejected in the corner and asked to meet, it would have been a very down night. But to fully get over the disappointment took another day. It was to be the magical Shangri-la that is the Mustang Ranch which would make the whole thing less an emotional wound and more of an intellectual abstraction.

Valhalla

Rachel Varga made arranging an appointment with her an easy and painless process. I had made sure to reach out many weeks in advance, as her popularity is well known. And it was good I did, her schedule was already filling up fast. Because I was facing the long drive to Elko after our appointment, the only timeframe that could possibly work was sometime in the morning. We settled on a 10am timeslot and a few days beforehand I shot her an email to reconfirm.

The weather that morning in Carson City had changed dramatically overnight. When I left the Gold Dust at around 8:30, hoar frost coated the car. It took 45 minutes to drive back north up through Reno, exit onto I-80, and make the entrance to the Mustang Ranch, which surprisingly had a security booth. It felt like entering a compound, but given the treasures inside, as well as some of the history, to have such security does have some rationale.

The Mustang Ranch is easily the most impressive of all the brothels I've visited in Nevada. Granted, I've not been to every one, but I'd hazard to guess few here would disagree. If not a brothel, Mustang could easily be a fine resort hotel complex in it's own right. And from what I can gather, the place is run with high standards, not just in terms of facilities management, but also the policies and practices as it relates to the women, including rules on drug and alcohol use (the abuse of which I've encountered a few times). Truly, it's the Walt Disney World of brothels, with the competitors rising only to the level of a Six Flags or in some cases just the amusements at your local county fair, which is not to say you can't find gems in even the remotest of corners, but now I understand why Mustang has been voted Brothel of the Year so many times. And the women there, oh lord, what a roster! But more on that later.

Despite the relatively early hour, it was surprising how many people lingered about inside the dimly lit restaurant area on what was, after all, a weekday morning. I said I was there to see Rachel and despite having arrived a half hour early it wasn't too long before she came out. And my god... her mere appearance is like an atomic bomb exploding in the center of the male brain.

Rachel was very gracious. We chatted a bit while she sipped from a cup of tea, got to know one another a little, and then she led me on a short tour of the facilities. Normally, I skip such tours, but in this case I was eager to see everything. I had been expecting to be intimidated by her, but unless I was misreading things completely, Rachel actually seemed just a little nervous to be meeting me. If so, it could be because she's so open and empathetic and hasn't built up the protective barriers which we all tend to do over time, and so in turn maybe she was simply reacting like a normal human being would in such a circumstance. And if that's the case, it would be a big reason why she is so effective and has developed the reputation she deserves. At any rate, we settled on terms for a two hour party in one of the negotiation rooms, then strolled over to the Spanish suite by the pool. Rachel was very accommodating. I have a few neurosis, but they didn't phase her at all.

The initial goal was to please my partner, explore her, experience her, learn her road map. First encounters tend to be like that for me, with the second, third, and so forth improving with time and experience. I have to say, never have I come across a woman with such lovely, flawless tight skin, or, and I don't like to be crude, but there's no other way to say it, such a fine ass as you've never seen in your entire life. She has such gorgeous, sensual eyes, lovely lips, and beautiful flowing golden hair. And did I mention her breasts? Well, if you've been on this forum for long, I don't need to say anything. Rachel brings such passion to the party. On many occasions I was able to forget myself completely and enter into a state of flow. I've been with a number of courtesans over the years, but never one who unfolds quite so beautifully, like the pedals of a rose on a dewy wet morning. And to get some idea of what having sex with her is like, you need only recall OJ Simpson struggling in court to fit that glove on his hand.

Thankfully, after the main event concluded we had time to cuddle and chat. To have a conversation with Rachel is to speak with someone intelligent, empathetic, interesting, wise, kind and perceptive. I thought it so unusual to find a woman with all these qualities who seemed so young, and so I was totally blown away, honestly shocked in fact, when I learned that we were actually not so far apart in age after all. It's enough to make you wonder if maybe she isn't the product of some secret breeding program conducted by the Soviet authorities in Eastern Europe... but joking aside, clearly, she takes great care of herself, which probably accounts for a lot of it, but obviously we're also talking about some unbelievable genetics.

The eye candy of youth can be so tempting, but more mature women have many advantages and actually can be far superior in some ways. This was the lesson I took from Keely, Sindy, and Rachel. There is something to be said for being with a woman your own age, or close to it, anyway.

I really have only one complaint about Rachel: she makes it very hard to think of something new to say about her in a review. Arguably, there are few courtesans in Nevada as savvy or experienced. At this point, even to say, "it's a cliché to say" Rachel is this or Rachel is that, has itself become a cliché. So what more can be added? What new superlative can one come up with that hasn't been repeated a hundred times before? I guess I'd say this: there are many wonderous creations in the universe, coalescing through random chance, time, and evolution. Such wonders can manifest as celestial bodies, geological features, in the plant kingdom, and naturally in the form of human beings as well. To me, that's Rachel Varga. A wonder of nature.

Side note: Rachel seems to take a special interest in deflowering virgins. If it had been she who had taken my virginity, no doubt I would have developed a different level of self-confidence at a much younger age. From that point of view, to anyone looking for their first experience, I would say this: while it might seem terrifying, you will gain something extra by climbing Mount Everest on your first time out of the stable. Or to put it another way, no roller coaster will ever intimidate you if the first one you ride also happens to be the biggest, tallest, and scariest. 

After the party, as may be standard practice, I was comped a meal by the house, and not having another client for some time, Rachel very generously offered to join me. I don't know if all the girls do that there, but it was very classy and greatly appreciated. As the hour for her next appointment approached, she briefly excused herself to prepare before rejoining me to conclude our meal. Sitting there, waiting for her to return, I spotted two gals at the bar, only one of whom I could see clearly from my seat. She was decked out in the sexiest, skimpiest black lingerie you can imagine, with such fine legs and a rear end that could kill lesser mortals with just a glance. I looked her up online later, this was Scarlett. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She gave out such strong vibes, you could feel her bubbly presence from across the room. I so wanted to get up, introduce myself, and go back and just take her right then and there, but I had to let reason dictate my actions. I simply must go back to the Mustang Ranch. It appears the Valkyrie do exist and they're just a short drive from Reno.

Jessy

It wasn't the first time I'd driven from Reno to Elko. The vast empty stretches of the northern Nevada basin and range are stunning in their own way, but it's a long haul. Returning to Elko just a week after I'd left, experiencing the intensity of the conference, then visiting Mound House and Mustang, it felt like a year had passed. Compounding the feeling, the Ruby Mountains were blanketed with snow. It was hard to believe that just a week prior I had been up there scrambling about in the warmth of a cloudless sky. Now, it was freezing, with a low of 10 degrees forecast. I arrived in town late and was totally spent. Plans to party with Jessy that night (Mila was away) were put on hold for the following day.

The next evening I met up with her. I wasn't sure how much energy I'd have and asked if we could start with a massage, which turned out to be a good idea, because despite her humility, she really is quite good. After an hour my shoulders had loosen up quite a bit. The problem, however, was that the more she managed to work the stiffness out of one muscle, a certain other muscle kept responding in kind, only in the opposite manner. I ended up re-booking and that was that. It was a good way to close out the tour.

Conclusion

The experience of being with each of these women was in many ways like playing different instruments. Mila is fairly straightforward, like a flute (or possibly a piccolo when she's really excited), though probably a harp would be her "spirit" instrument. Jessy, on the other hand, calls to mind the image of a slide trombone, but not for the way it sounds. Sindy had all the instruments of a one man band, there were many you could choose from to get the music going. Rachel Varga, however, was like a double-necked guitar. You don't just pick one up cold and expect Stairway to Heaven to come blaring out of the amp. It takes some practice.

"Why aren't you married", was a question I was asked more than once on this trip. Obviously, it goes without saying, there are endless benefits and advantages to being in a monogamous relationship, legally officiated or not, but of course intimacy is one of the premiere elements, and so to remove all the negatives, all the mundane day-to-day experiences of a typical relationship, and condense just the highlights, pack it all together, and with four different women in one week. Well, I don't know what to say. Humans are a funny species, we can be naturally monogamous or not. And so when you hear all the stories from so many working girls about how many married men step through their doors, sometimes even while out just running an "errand" it can leave one a bit jaded. On the flip side, "Why don't they just get divorced", is a comment I've also heard. It makes me think, sometimes I would rather take this over the other.

Did I achieve what I set out to do? I think so, the field has been narrowed, but there are still a lot of girls I'd like to meet at Mustang. I can't get over that place. In the end, though, I will be happy if I can find just two or three with whom I can be a regular. One, I already know for certain, will be for as long as it's possible.

[Prospector Bob]

Excellent reviews sk. Longish but still concise in their own way. Really liked your descriptions of the Ladies you partied with.

[RickScrabbler]

PART TWO

The Prime of Miss Keely Rose

My first encounter with her was all about lust, not connection or companionship. Perhaps one's intent should include finding a proper balance. Acting on lust alone can be like trying to get at the cheese in a mouse trap. If you're not smart, you can get hurt. Of course, I can't blame her entirely. I allowed myself to build up the anticipation and  given the age difference we could never have an emotional connection that went very deep anyway. And so the correct way to look at being with Keely would have been to just treat it as a "fun time", like riding a roller coaster, but that's easier to say than do. There's something to be said, I would learn, to being with a woman your own age. And so if you did get the literary reference from above then you'll understand why I used it, because that book (and film version) covers many of the same themes, older men with younger women, and also ended in disaster.

I'm very sorry about your non-encounter with Keely. From your detailed commentary here, Keely seems to only care about herself, not her customers or even the house. Her shining reputation in the LPIN industry will not remain intact following her departure with absolutely no prior notice. It seems to me that you are better off without her.

[The toffeeman]

Fantastic reviews SK. Some excellent wordplay with the descriptions. Sounds like a memorable week, or maybe that should be mammaryable week  ;D

[RachelVarga]

Thank you for the review and thank you for the kitkats from all over. They make so many from different countries now. I had a wonderful time during out party and hope to see you again. Drop me a line anytime. Again thank you!

[monaselko]

Sounds like an amazing fall tour! So happy you enjoyed your time with Mila and Jessy!!

[Dandaman]

Great reviews.  I've never tried a 2 girl party, but you make it sound awfully tempting....

[HopelessRealist]

The additional positive reviews from a trusted source definitely steer me toward maybe talking with some of these girls and seeing if we also click.  I share some of your perspective on different women being (usually) great in their own ways, and feeling somewhat guilty having to compare/rank them somehow or speak in ways that could cause that idea.  It is one of many reasons why I have still yet to post any provider reviews at all and tend to focus on some specific experiences or houses or price data, etc.

The social conditioning catering both toward monogamy and for yielding to jealous mate-guarding psychology is strong, even when it is not really appropriate in this context.  It only intensifies when some of the experiences start to seem a bit more personal or meaningful in some way.  Being the oddball psychological masochist that I am, I am still actively seeking out the ladies who are, in one way or another, better mental matches for me on top of the physical attraction, and so it is challenging to skillfully put aside that type of thinking while also remaining courteous and sensitive to other's feelings, especially when processing both the impulse to try out new matches with returning to ones you know you work well with.


Re: Mustang, yes the roster/lineup there is impressive and maybe even eclipses Sheri's/Chicken/Bunny overall,  while somehow keeping it's feet a bit more on the ground in terms of accessibility to mortals and has a nice atmopsphere that is friendlier to hang-out investigations.  I am curious and/or foolish enough to be investigating the others and recently (some deeper recon and some getting derailed if my first conversation leads into a party...), but so far it is taking more work in those places for various reasons.  If it were not for some specific ladies you might encounter there would not be a ton of a point...  It is a bit like a house-centered version of clicking with specific providers: how much reason is there to explore new territory if you already know some that works well...

That said I may forever be partial to the northeast, it just comes with potential travel complications.  I am partly investigating the city houses more because my ability to go to Elko/Well/etc is probably about to take a hit, with flights to Reno/Vegas becoming preferred over driving, and then the proximity to easier/cheaper flights has a lot of value, even if the party prices are going to be steeper for reasons like that.  I don't mind driving, but I may not always have the time/option.


Re: age/gaps
From when I was younger I was always of the mind that this was not as important as the mentality/character of someone, since a 21 year old genius is still going to eclipse a 50-year-old moron (and, unlike a lot of guys, I ventured pretty heavily into the upward territory when younger, so this was not just an excuse. I'm just not that young anymore).  I was reminded of this pretty acutely just recently when running into someone pretty young but with a capacity for authenticity that is rarely matched even decades later.  There are averages though, and nuances, and some things probably click easier when in the same ballpark range, or at least not super young so that someone has gotten out of some more common mentalities of that age.  Most of my parties have been with 30/40s women and that has worked well, but I've been with a couple 20-somethings that worked well also. 

I feel like it needs a bit of extra caution maybe, at least assuming one cares about the personality connections (I do), to make sure that common ground is not just wishful thinking, but otherwise it's very individual.  Also there is a rising prevalence in younger brackets, with the rise of instagram and onlyfans and such, to be detached from reality via addiction to the online attention economy a lot of easy money there that does not come with the more personal touch that brothel work does.  It's not strictly age specific but there is probably a unfavorable distribution there with the 20-somethings and slowly aging up...  I've been pleastantly surprised at the quality of women I've been meeting in the LPIN world and I think it's because the jump into this fields both has some social barrier to get over and because it is raw and in-person.  Even if not all, some of those just dipping into this world but whose mentalities are a bit more aligned with the online versions might be a bit more detached from reality, becasue in those forms it is really easy to watch the money roll in while (potentially) keeping the clients depersonalized/distanced...  It seems like your party-ditching may have some overlap in that department...

[sk]

I feel like it needs a bit of extra caution maybe, at least assuming one cares about the personality connections (I do), to make sure that common ground is not just wishful thinking, but otherwise it's very individual.  Also there is a rising prevalence in younger brackets, with the rise of instagram and onlyfans and such, to be detached from reality via addiction to the online attention economy a lot of easy money there that does not come with the more personal touch that brothel work does.  It's not strictly age specific but there is probably a unfavorable distribution there with the 20-somethings and slowly aging up...  I've been pleastantly surprised at the quality of women I've been meeting in the LPIN world and I think it's because the jump into this fields both has some social barrier to get over and because it is raw and in-person.  Even if not all, some of those just dipping into this world but whose mentalities are a bit more aligned with the online versions might be a bit more detached from reality, becasue in those forms it is really easy to watch the money roll in while (potentially) keeping the clients depersonalized/distanced...  It seems like your party-ditching may have some overlap in that department...

Some perceptive comments here for sure, said like that, yes, it seems as clear as day now. I guess for those of us that know what a rotary phone is (or was), we have some advantages too...

[billwh]

Have you ever thought about writing a book?