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Jasmine’s The Serpent Phonesex

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JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

Jasmine walked into the club and nonchalantly, handed her high heeled sandals to the young barman who knew her well. Rumour had it that he knew her very, very well indeed. Without even deigning to look at him, though he gazed longingly at her in mute appeal, she ordered a double brandy and padded across the floor barefoot, as though there were nothing unusual in being barefoot in a chic nightclub. Her head was held high and her Nile green dress was long, clinging to her beautiful body so closely that she might almost have been naked. She walked without care, consumed within the fires of herself.

As she moved, serpent-like through the crowd, the revelers moved out of her way reflexively. She curled her body sensuously into a chair beside the sweet blonde girl whose lover she had taken for her own and what she is said to have told her was later grist for the ever avid gossip mills of our social circle.

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Jasmine’s Bring Me Another Lover Phonesex

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JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

“Jasmine?” I turned my head and saw the boy approaching my secluded table. “I would have recognized you anywhere,” he said, “you look exactly like your photos.” Men, boys, they always look at me this way, as though I am creature not quite of this world. Well, perhaps there is some truth in that. I am different than anyone I know and therefore, fit in no place.

I motioned for him to have a seat, and he did so.It was late Thursday evening and my husband Edward was once again out of town for the weekend, “It’s business pal,” he said, “can’t be helped.” At this point in my life I no longer cared. Not really. Come or go, stay or leave, it was inconsequential. The turns my life had taken in just a short period of time, why it had been less than one year since I first took a lover behind my husband’s back. Then another. Then another. My marital indiscretions had ignited in me a fire that could not be extinguished, a thirst for sex that was unquenchable. I wanted it all. And what I wanted, I took. 

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Something Wild Phonesex

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JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 Ext 262
It was late  in the evening as I sat alone on the chaise lounge, looking out the bay window of my penthouse apartment at all the lights of Manhattan, drinking a rather large snifter of brandy. The ticking of the grandfather clock began to oppress me, as though my life, I could measure it out by each and every tick of that fucking clock. I was alone again as my husband was away–again–on business trip.
Barefooted, I walked out onto the balcony. The winter breeze was cool on my face as the liquor worked its magic warming me up from the inside. Excitement moved through my veins as surely as that brandy. Perhaps it was the booze, perhaps it was not, but at that moment I began to feel a deep longing, yes, a longing to run, to become someone else if only for tonight, to escape, to be free, to do something. To do– something wild.

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