Giantess Jasmine and Her Castle by the Sea Phonesex

GIANTESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

I am not like you, little man, oh no for I am of ancient race of beings known as Giantess. I am like no creature you have ever known though you see me often in your dreams, in your wildest fantasies. I live in a castle by the wine red sea and it was the sea that brought you to the shores of my kingdom, as it has brought so many others before you.

When I emerged from my castle, barefoot, the sand of the beach quaked and my luscious breasts bounced with every step I took. I saw you gazing up at me. You were so tiny, so helpless and so in awe of my beauty and power. You have never seen a Giantess before, have you? Part of me wants to keep you as a pet, to play with you and take from your tiny body my own pleasure. Part of me wants to frighten you and feel you quivering in my most secret and sensitive places. And then another part tells me that I must feed upon you. For in order to remain immortal, I must feed upon such creatures as you. Whatever shall I do with you, little man? Whatever shall I do?

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The Tsarina Giantess and the Shrunken Man Phonesex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

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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The Tsarina Giantess and The Shrunken Man Phone Sex

JASMINE 844-332-2639 ext 262

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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Giant Pedicure Phonesex

* Bertha * 844-332-2639 x325 *

I had a dream last night. I was larger than life! In a physical sense, not just metaphorically. I must have been 50 feet tall if not bigger. I could feel the air like a blanket pass my limbs as I moved and the ground shook and vibrated with each step. It felt amazing! All the people at my feet gazing up me at wonder were like ants scattered around my toes.

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My Tiny Phone Sex Shrunken Man Collection

They walked as a trio to the dilapidated house in the woods. I could see them having second thoughts repeating the legends of how any male who enters the house is never heard from again. The laughed it off stepping up onto the porch. I heard the creak of the door and smiled. A shuffle of feet and I broke the vase luring them up the stairs. Opening the door they stepped across into my “tiny world”. Shelves lined in miniature dioramas. I watched them walk to the small city replica. Just as they noticed that my mini landscape was populated by tiny men the door closed behind them and I welcomed them.

Magic filled the air as they shrank smaller and smaller, their fear and confusion the fuel of their own demise. Scooping them up in my palm I let them sprinkle down over me. I watched one cling to my glossy lips in the mirror. I rolled him between my lips and tongue. Another clung tightly to my necklace a frightened naked charm. Yet another sliding helplessly into the abyss of my cleavage to be pressed between the firm soft globes fighting to free himself.

I laughed as I felt there shrunken bodies writhing erotically trapped. I plucked one up rolling him between my fingers before dropping him in the city scape to be enjoyed later, and to watch as his friends were shoved, rolled, pressed and used as I chose for my own pleasure and now all part of my collection.

Sadie

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