GODDESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262
I am your addiction. You need Me because I am incomparable. Love me, hate me, you cannot ignore me. Yes, I am your addiction. I am inside your head, laughing. And I pulse through your brain at the most inconvenient times, don’t I?
I know what you truly want. You crave Me and only Me. Yes, I am the one that you want, the one occupying that sensitive space in your mind. That space where your addictions lie.
As you know, each and every one of man’s senses can contribute to the erotic experience. There is, of course, the obvious – sight, taste, touch and even scent, especially the scent of ones lover. But the sensual appeal of sound is something that is known to only a select few.
I find that the most complete and satisfying way to explore the sexual potential of the sense of sound is through the hypnotic technique known as ASMR (Autonomous sensory meridian response).
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Mirror … Mirror … on the wall, who is the sexiest one of all?” I stood naked in front of my antique Victorian dressing glass. My reflection looking back at me illuminated in the pale moonlight of the evening sky. Yes, my question was rhetorical, because I knew the answer. “You, Goddess Jasmine,” the Magic Mirror replied “are the sexiest one of all, with gorgeous set of tits, the lushest ass and most succulent pussy.”
I reclined on my bed and took a sip of champagne as my two lovers for the night entered my boudoir. One male. One female. The male, tall and fit, with a full mane of dark hair and the female, young, petite and fair haired. The Magic Mirror’s words echoed in my mind. Then I brought the man’s cock to my face, letting my full luscious lips engulf his shaft.
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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One of many benefits that comes with experience is the vast wealth of sexual knowledge one accumulates. Take the affair, if you wish to call it that, I recently began with my barely legal stepson Adam and who despite the outer appearance of bravado is nothing more than little boy when layers are pealed away. A boy who has many natural talent and ability in bedroom but a boy who has much to learn. Fortunately for him I have taken on role of Mistress and teacher of carnal pleasures.
“Down boy,” I said to him, and gave diamond studded collar I had wrapped around his neck a sharp pull. Falling back onto the bed in nothing but sheer black panties I let my legs part slightly so he can see my perfect pussy and the look of lust filled Adam’s face. “Pleasure me” I said. Immediately he starts moving towards my pussy but I stopped him saying,with barely repressed laughter. “No. Remember your schooling.”
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Hello girls and boys. I have for you 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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Look into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes. Now close your eyes. Keep them closed for a moment. Now open them. Good. Look into my eyes again. Then close your eyes once more. Now open them again and look into my eyes. Do. Not. Blink. You. Cannot. Blink. You cannot do anything unless I tell you can for you are under my power. Look into my eyes. Gaze deep, so so deep into my eyes as I gaze deep into your mind, into your heart, into your soul. Good. Now you can move your eyes away from mine but only to watch the crystal pendant on the end of the long golden chain that I move slowly side to side, side to side before your transfixed eyes. Yes, follow it with your eyes, back and forth, back and forth. Good.
Watch the prisms shoot like rainbows from it as I move that magic crystal pendant back and forth, back and forth, and tell you, softly, slowly, sweetly, as you fall into a trance, “You are under my power”.
JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262
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.
Oh no, little one! Why are you crying? Are you gassy, sweetie? Here, let Mommy burp you. No? That is not it? Are you teething? Mommy will get your teething ring for you. Are you lonely, darling? Oh no, that cannot be with Mommy holding you close. Hush, hush, my sweet baby. Mommy loves you so much. Sometimes I feel my heart it could burst it is so full of love for you!