Smoke Phonesex

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Jasmine stands with her back to the fire, dark hair lit from behind, seemingly aflame. In a red dress she stands, the ever present cigarette in her hand. Sunk in chairs, legs crossed sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, wherever she is, all our eyes hang fascinated upon her. Upon her face, her full lips, high cheekbones, hypnotic eyes and upon her perfect form.

The flames flicker; her half closed eyes waken to our mute appeal. As ever desire and the long drawn smoke of her cigarette weave about her,snakelike, slowly entwining her willowy frame; Around her neck it curls, she shudders, her eyes close. Ahh! Contentment! Power! Jasmine, who we know but will never truly know. Jasmine, the mysterious figure in the red dress.

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Jasmine’s Friday the 13th Your Demon Lover Phone Sex

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You are frightened, quivering with fear though you cannot say why. You have this creeping terror, these cumulative shudders. It is Friday the 13th, silly superstition, you tell yourself dismissively. You are on edge, that is all. It is the stress of your crumbling marriage, that dull as dishwater wife of yours who alternately ignores you or tells you what you are doing wrong, the boss getting on your back again. That is the mantra you repeat in your head to try to banish your fear.

But you are right to be afraid for on Friday the 13th, creatures such as I gain strength and walk abroad to prey upon unsuspecting fools like you. And I am like no other creature you have ever known or will ever know again.  You left your window open, darling. You should not have done that for I require no invitation and I have been watching and wanting you for awhile now. Wanting to fuck you, to possess you, to own you, body and soul.

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Jasmine’s Just Fuck Me Phone Sex

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Fuck me,” I said. “Just fuck me.” He smiled, the head of his cock just touching my swollen pussy lips. “I am fucking you, aren’t I?” he replied. Goddamn him. He was going to make me spell it out. I am not used to being the one who is not in control and I could not decide whether I loved it or hated it. Little bit of both perhaps. “Not like that,” I said, as if he did not know exactly what I wanted! I swung my hips upward, I grabbed his ass and pulled him close. “I want you to really fuck me and fuck me hard. Just fuck me, damn you!”

“Oh just fuck you? Really fuck you?” He smiled at me again wickedly but then he began. He slammed his cock deep inside me and then withdrew completely and then slammed me again with such force that my whole body was rocked by his thrusts.

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The Scent of Jasmine Phone Sex

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I knew when I enter home and find little box on bureau it meant my husband Edward was going off on another one his business trips. It was customary for him to ply me with gifts whenever he was going away or whenever we argued, both of which seemed to be occurring more and more often. “Did you get my present,” he asked, now filling the doorway of our bedroom, his broad frame illuminated by the soft moonlight beaming in through the window.“Yes,” I said, “what’s the occasion this time, you have golf game with Sultan you must attend, Gin rummy with oil tycoon perhaps?”

He laughed and stepped into the bedroom, “No pal, nothing that exciting.” I hated when he call me pal by the way. “I have to fly down and look over some of my new investments in Miami, you know I can’t leave anything to chance with this much money involved.”“Of course,” I said, turning my back to him. A moment later I felt his arms around my waist, stronger than ever. He kissed my neck the way I like  and asked “Are you not going to open it?”

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The Feminization of Todd Stanwick Phonesex Part 3

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Todd could hardly believe that he was standing in his father’s office, made up to perfection, with acrylic nails glued to his fingertips, flowing long hair extensions glued to his scalp and a padded bra and matching lace panties beneath a short skirt and a blouse which was unbuttoned just a hint so that the bodice of that white lacy bra showed. And the pantyhose of course. And the high heels that his mother had insisted he wear. His mother, who was looking triumphantly at his father, whom he had not seen in months and saying, “You no longer have a son! Meet your daughter, darling. Meet–TARA! She is transgender!”

She spat the word out with contempt. Through the mad blur Todd was able to perceive the look of shock and horror on his father’s face as he looked at him. “That,” said his mother, waving her elegant, perfectly French manicured hand toward Todd, “is what comes of you having the temerity to leave ME, ME of all women! And then you didn’t bother do be around for your son, did you? This is what comes from being absent from our lives. You have done this. Are you happy?”

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Jasmine’s ADBL Love Phone Sex

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More than anything in this world I long for a baby of my own. I long to be called Mommy and hold my little one to my breasts and have that little sweetie suckle nourishing mother’s milk from me as I kiss my little one on the top of that sweet little head and we look into each other’s eyes and I see in yours complete trust and devotion and you see in mine complete and utter love, the love that is greater than any other love, the love of a mother for her baby. Yes, a Mother’s Love.

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A Trip Through Jasmine’s Closet Phonesex

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Hello girls and bois. I have for you a question. Do you dream of shedding your skin shedding very identity? Are you sick and tired of boring reality, so bland and tasteless? Do you fantasize about wearing lacy lingerie, adorning your legs in soft silky pantyhose, encasing your feet in high heels, and draping your body in form-fitting dresses? When you look in mirror do you wish to see the manly features that Mother Nature she give you by mistake washed away with judicious application of cosmetics, beautiful eyes that beckon and tease beneath long flirty lashes lips of ruby red, all top offed with the flowing hair of a goddess?

Then come, follow me, as I take you through your journey to become the woman you were always meant to be. Come,  as I take you on a trip through Jasmine’s closet.

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Jasmine’s On the Prowl for A Cuckold Cock Phonesex

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I was bored. It is unlike me to be bored, I had managed to escape harsh New York winter and was sitting out by the pool of beautiful resort sipping cool drink, wearing one of my many bikinis that accentuated my slim but curvaceous body to perfection, rubbing sun lotion sensuously into my skin but I was bored. Hours earlier, my husband had gone to meeting he “could not miss”. Going into this marriage I know what type of man Edward was. I know that always his business would come first but I have limits. Maybe it was the fact that we were in the paradise of the Cayman Islands that his choosing business over pleasure stung so much? “Of course,” I said to him. “I’ll be fine.” Not that you bothered to ask, I thought bitterly.

And so it was I went on prowl for another man, a big, strong man,  with big, hard cock, who knows how to fuck. I think vengeful thoughts as I dress and do my maquillage. Yes, I am going to fuck another man tonight, a man with a big hard throbbing cock he knows just how to use. Maybe if you are good boy, husband of mine, I will let you watch. Maybe if you are very good boy, husband dear, I will have my lover blow his load in your face when I am done with him, I think with a sneer.

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Mistress Jasmine’s Slave Boy Phonesex- Part 2

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The boy, my slave boy, is kneeling before me, naked, hungry so very eager to please. It is the collar I have put about his neck in part–but the rest, well it is me–he has wanted me for a long time and will do anything in order to have me. But I intend to play with him first, to edge him to the very brink and then bring him back until the ache of his desire, it hurts. Until he begs for his release. And I intend to make him hurt in other ways too. This is the price he must pay in order to be with me and I have no doubt that he will pay it.

I pull on the strap on and stand before him. I give to his collar a sharp tug and force him to take the strap on into his mouth. “You are my bitch,” I tell him and though some part of him wants to rebel against this assertion, his desire for me and the collar, that constriction about his neck, remind him that he must obey my every command. 

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Mistress Jasmine’s Slave Boy Phone Sex

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“Do you trust me?” I ask the boy with a wicked laugh. He is naked and beautiful as he kneels at my feet, trembling with combination of fear and desire as I put the collar around his neck. He is overcome by such conflicting emotions– the desire to please, love, arousal and terror. But he nods his head and says “yes” for he loves me with blind devotion. He would do anything for the chance to be possessed by me, to be my slave.

“So say it, ” I tell him. “Repeat for me the rules”. I dangle the key to the collar before his eyes and he raises eyes to meet the intensity of my gaze. “I will have a key to the collar but I am not allowed to use it,” he says. “And what if somebody asks you about it,” I say. “Then I will tell them the truth about it,” he answers with a meekness that is touching. “And what is the ‘truth’, darling?” I ask. “That I am yours,” he says, his voice catching in his throat. “I belong to you and need you and you alone. I am your slave.”

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