Review: Back in the Game with Jenny Jade

I know you’ll all think I’m crazy, but I’ve lived within 10 minutes of the Moonlight for 23 years, and I never went there until last night. It had been five long years since I enjoyed the company of a woman, and it was driving me out of my mind. The same thing happened last year, a particularly bad bout of pent up sexual frustration that almost killed me, literally. It ultimately led to near-fatal car accident. This may sound extraneous, but it was particularly important. I had been living life wastefully until then, choosing easy comfort over difficult change, but the impression of impending mortality rapidly changed all that. It took a year to rehabilitate, a year that I dug myself out of the rut I was in. The last step had to prove especially symbolic, a nearly ritualistic shedding of my old self.

This, naturally, was to take place at the Bunnyranch. I could not have picked a better place. The lineup was impressive, though possibly one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make, but I knew fairly quickly who I wanted to be my initiator: the beautiful Jenny Jade. It was likely her smile that sealed the bargain, a sweet and delicate thing, inviting and hungry. Her eyes appeared mischievous, almost daring me to begin the chase. I was hooked harder than a heroin junkie. We started, of course, with a tour. It was more than I expected, having only previously glimpsed the compound of paradise from the distance of the highway. So classy compared to competing brothels that appear to be little more than a few trailers put together. Jenny had just the attitude I find intoxicating, honeyed and humble with a clever smart-ass contrast.

I regret not having more time to spend, being as late as it was, but the time I spent was unforgettable. Dear Jenny seems to have made a monster of me, however. Never again will I have a dry spell of such intolerable length, and for that I can only give Jenny my highest recommendation and deepest thanks. She also served as the conduit through which I join this delightfully hedonistic community. Thanks again, Jenny, from the bottom of my heart.

–Stavicodone