Eastern European model

Makeup, Modelling and Dark Secrets Phonesex

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JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

I was in makeup at the studio by 7 am that morning. When I dream of being model I imagine life of incredible glamour and of luxury. Well it was apparent that sleeping in it was not one of those luxuries. Since this was going to Paul’s shoot, he was there, my Svengali and he supervise every detail. When he sees what the makeup girl has spent a hour doing to me, he frowned and shakes his head. He erases dark line of makeup from under my cheekbones and put line of luminous pinky white cream from huge cosmetics kit on very top of my cheekbone and on my forehead.

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Jasmine’s A Woman Like Me Phonesex

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Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

I see you looking at me though I pretend I do not notice. I see you wanting me, wanting to be near me just to catch the scent of my French perfume, I see you, yes, wanting to be me, wanting me to give you that extra little push to make you a woman like me. You see these silky stay up pantyhose, these high heels which I call my “fuck me shoes”,  these little black see through panties, my long flowing hair and makeup done to perfection. You see my perfect body and breasts which you are longing to have for yourself. Maybe you even catch little glimpse of my pussy. Yes, darling I know the desperate longing you  have to be a woman like me. I understand your pain and confusion being trapped in that body of a man when the woman inside you wants so much to come out and play.

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Dark Secrets Phone Sex

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JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

We knew it was a dark secret. We knew it before it ever actually came to pass. We had shared the same womb. Was it any wonder that we would only feel truly whole again when he was inside me?

We knew it was wrong. We knew it was taboo and I, at least tried to resist and at first I think Nic did too. But the hunger was too strong. And perhaps the taboo was in itself part of the irresistable desire. In the end he overcame all my objections by force though I did not really put up much of a fight because I wanted him too. When I think of it and of him, of us together fucking,  it is as though I am thinking of another person altogether as I was so very different then. I was  young and innocent that day he took me by force in the field behind our farmhouse in Belarus. If I did not love and want him so badly I would have been terrified of his lovemaking. He was like starving wolf.

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