The Thought of You Phonesex

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Every time I lie down at night, the thought of you invades my mind. The thought of how you knew exactly how to touch me. The thought of every kiss..

The thought of the way you played my pussy like maestro. The thought of your cock deep inside me as my tight, wet pussy gripped you like a friendly hand. The thought of how you made me come again and again….

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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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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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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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Deeper, My Love, Deeper Phone Sex

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Come with me, my love, yes come with me now, come deep beyond this mundane world to the other side, beyond the veil. Surrender yourself to the power of my Erotic Hypnosis and come with me deep into a whole new universe of infinite possibilities where there exists only you and me and whatever we desire becomes reality, a world where anything and everything is possible.Do you remember the most powerful, mind blowing orgasm you have ever felt? Yes, remember it now….

But understand that this will be different than anything you have ever felt, betterdeeper , more intense than anything you have ever known. Are you are ready to come with me now? Yes, come with me. Take my hand and let us go…. Deeper and Deeper….

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Foot Fetish Fantasy Phonesex

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My nephew Ronald was young and well-built and so I decided I would have him. And I knew just where his Achille’s heel, pun intended, lay.

When he was unaware of being under my predatory gaze, his eyes would remained fixed on my feet. Whether in stockings or bare it didn’t seem to matter much to him and it was clear from the look on his face that his lust for my feet was growing into an obsession.

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Dark Secrets Phonesex

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Every place has its hours. So in that tiny country town in Belarus, the town where I grew up, there existed then and I suppose now, a time and quality that pertains to no where else. The time, it is of the past– my past. The landscape, it is by Rousseau but something not only savage but violent and taboo, it lurks within extravagantly green fields.

A brother who cannot keep first his eyes and then his hands and cock from his sister’s blooming body. A brother who takes his sister by force in field behind their little house even as she fought him off and cries out “no no it is not right. We must not do it.” And then later on, a sister who, Gods help me, opens her wet pussy, hungry for his cock and cries out again. But this time she cries out in lust and ecstasy as they fuck over and over, furtively in secret places.

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The Tsarina Giantess and the Shrunken Man Phone Sex

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In my Kingdom we tell many strange tales. Tales of vampyres who can only be kept at bay by crucifixes, holy water and ropes of garlic. Of witches like that most evil of all witches, Baba Yaga, who lives in a hut built from the bones of men and women, set a top a pair of scaly legs of large chicken that runs as she commands it, pursuing her victims to add their bones to her grotesque collection. We tell tales of men who turn into fierce werewolves when the moon it is full, tales of spirits who cannot rest but are condemned to walk the earth in form of wraiths and can be seen by those who are sensitive to such occult beings. And stories also of Giantesses and shrinking men.

But you see, these are not mere fairy tales or imaginings. They are true things and I believe in them completely for I have seen with my own eyes some of the things that after first youth, you closed your eyes to, perhaps with more than a little regret. And I have many times in my life become a Giantess….

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