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  1. Sex Worker's Name: Jasmine Jaro
  2. Session Month: December
  3. Session Year: 2011
  4. Type of Service: Private Escort
  5. Phone Number (Please add area code): 0401 119 197
  6. Service Provider's Email (if any): [email protected]
  7. Link to Website or Online Ad (if any): www.highclassasianescort.com
  8. SWA Number if known (Victoria only): 6850XE
  9. Photos Authenticity: 100% Real
  10. Advertised Hourly Rate (Pick closest): Not set by the hour
  11. Location where session took place: Victoria
  12. Session Day: Weekend
  13. Session Time: Evening
  14. Estimated Age: 26 - 30
  15. Estimated Ethnic Group: Asian Origin
  16. Nationality (Leave blank if Australian): Hong Kong
  17. Knowledge of English: Very Good
  18. Hair Colour: Brown
  19. Hair Length: Long
  20. Eyes Colour: Brown
  21. Skin Colour: Tanned
  22. Height: Average - Around 165 cm / 5'5"
  23. Body Shape: Slim
  24. Estimated Body Size: 6 to 8
  25. Estimated Breast Size: C to D (Medium to Big)
  26. Enhanced breasts?: No, natural breasts
  27. Pubic Hair: All Waxed / Shaved
  28. Any Tattoos?: One or two
  29. Full Sex Available: Yes, intercourse
  30. Kind of Experience: GFE/PSE Combined
  31. Kissing Available: Yes, DFK (Deep French Kissing)
  32. Blowjob: Yes, fellatio
  33. DATY / Oral On Her: Yes, DATY on offer
  34. Greek or Anal Sex Available: Yes, anal sex
  35. Handjob Available: Yes, handjob
  36. Massage Available: Yes, rub-down
  37. Extras Charged: No, all included
  38. Overall Looks: Very pretty
  39. Overall Personality: Lovely
  40. Overall Performance: Fantastic time

Private Escort - December 2011 - Jasmine Jaro


La Cucaracha
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Warning - Lengthy review (it's an epic ... it's with The Empress, it needs to be an epic)

Opening scene

LC notices Jasmine enter the room at Melbourne PP Xmas drinks night. She's quiet, unassuming, yet stands out in the crowd. Jasmine must have felt the burn of his gaze upon her as she darts a quick glance over at LC and for about 3 nano-seconds, their eyes lock, before LC forces himself to re-focus on the conversation at hand. She's just like her photos, he thinks to himself. Exactly like her photos. Wow. I'm going to have fun tomorrow....

 

Scene blurs into flashback....

 

Flashback scene

Back in late-September/early-October, LC noticed Jasmine's ad on the clock-free package. Thought to himself - damn, that's a really good deal. Then thought to himself - who are you kidding, you nothing, nobody, humble shagger, she's The Empress, the top of her game, the "if only I could" dream punt. Didn't think about it any further.

 

Flashback scene fast forward 6 weeks

A month or 6 weeks goes by and we're into early-November. LC reads several reviews of the clock-free package with Jasmine. Every single one glowing in their review. Every single one consistently more than happy about the experience. Fuck this, if ever there were a time to grow some goolies and humbly ask for an audience with Her Imperial Majesty The Empress Jasmine, this was the perfect opportunity. LC drops an email to Jas, and true to her reputation, gets an answer within 15 minutes, maybe even less. All I'd asked was how long she was keeping her clock-free package going and whether she would still be offering it in the new year. Jas said she had yet to make up her mind and possibly it would go through to the new year, depending on demand. Good business woman, this one!

 

Flashback sene fast forward 2 weeks

LC has pondered, looked at his punting bankroll, looked at his schedule, looked at the "normal person's calendar for that time of year", and finally decided. Err, excuse me Your Imperial Majesty, but would you be in Melbourne around about the time of the Melbourne PP Xmas drinks night? It seemed almost like the second I hit send on the keyboard and the answer was back in my inbox. Yes, but which day on that weekend? The drinks night itself was not possible. So, we settled for the Saturday the 17th, the day after.

 

Fade back to 15 minutes after opening scene ...

 

Substance establishment scene

Rocket Rod is outside the drinks night venue, seated on a bench, taking in some fresh air. Next to him is seated Jasmine. Standing are SteelMaster, JohnnoAussie, and water is on his phone pacing about. LC wanders out and introduces himself, not knowing that Rocket had already let the cat out of the bag to Her Imperial Majesty as to who I was. Anyway, introductions now made, and Jasmine now putting a face to the name (apparently one whose reputation seems to precede him, judging from the number of "aha!" looks that adorn the faces when finally introduced that night). At some point, Jas has to take leave and somehow without fanfare or commotion, she seemed to have slipped away with water and just blurred into the fading light of dusk.

 

Scene change to next day ...

 

Day of the encounter, 1 hour prior

LC had intended to check into hotel around about 4-ish, but battling shoppers at various shopping venues throughout the day had caused some schedule slippage to occur and it was now 5pm as he pulled into the hotel car park. No biggie, check-in and all should be good. Get to reception and there are 2 reception staff on and a queue of 30 people. Mumble, mutter, mumble, fuck this. Wait, wait, wait. Credit to the staff, they actually churn through the queue rather quickly. Check in and I'm given an upgrade to a room in the tower part of the hotel, and a complimentary bottle of either red, white or sparkling. Bonus!

 

Up to the room, check things out, text Jasmine the room number and told her not to bring the bubbly because we have complimentary one. (As matter of background info, during various chats in the lead-up to the encounter, Jas had indicated that she would bring seafood and bubbly - truly a hostess with the mostest!). As an aside, I'd also brought along Jasmine's favourite drink - Baileys.

 

Quick sidebar scene change to background information scene...

During the 3 - 4 weeks between setting the date for the encounter and this actual day itself, Jas and I had exchanged plenty of messages, where we were wary of each other but in a flirty friendly way. During one of those exchanges, Jas had asked how many times I could get over the line in a session. My answer - filled with fear and trepidation as to the basis for the question was ... never mind what it was, suffice to say that it seemed to be of interest to Jas. I did clarify that in reaching that number, the last 2 of those climaxes had no liquid extraction, but you could see the little general huffing and puffing away, which indicated that he had indeed gotten over the line. In response to that, Jas suggested I start eating oysters. I told her that I would start a diet of oysters and pineapple juice on a daily basis a week prior to our meeting.

 

Cut back to scene in hotel room ...

 

The encounter

Having gotten the bubbly from the bar downstairs in an ice bucket, checked that everything was in place, I proceeded to log onto PP to check out what was happening. No sooner had I fired off a couple of comments here and there, when there was a knock on the door. I opened it and there was Jas, Her Imperial Majesty, in my doorway. Inviting her in, she plonked a huge bag (containing obviously the seafood she'd promised) on the coffee table. I offered her a glass of bubbly and we settled in to chat.

 

At some point over the next hour or so, we managed to finish off the bubbly, we'd eaten half the seafood (cooked tiger prawns, smoked salmon, enough to feed a family of 4 or more). Jas went to the bathroom to wash her hands (anyone figure out a way to shell prawns without using your fingers?) now that we'd done eating - at least for now, and at least that was what I thought she went there for. When she emerged - she was in her black bikini - yes, you've all seen *that* black bikini. Yes, her tits were hanging out. Yes she does look amazing in it. Yes, she got my attention.

 

Fade to black, end of movie ....

(just kidding!laugh.gif)

 

The next 10 minutes of tentative fondling and light kissing gave way to a more heightened fumbling and pawing (that's me - the uncouth humble shagger in the presence of royalty) of all her womanly bumps. I lost track of time (and probably the real reason it's called the clock-less package), but somewhere in the next few moments, I found myself undressed. Jas was rather naked herself and we were really enjoying the fondling of each other's erogenous zones. That is until the little general was given the royal decree to inspect her tonsils. I've never experienced transcendental meditation, never had an out-of-body-experience, never known "astral projection". This was as close as it gets. I was simultaneously experiencing total carnal lust, and the serene peace of walking to the said near-death-experience light at the end of the tunnel. When Jas starts with her TTM, I could literally tell you what each particle ring around Saturn contained. OMG is not close. OMFG is not in the same neighbourhood. Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus may start to scratch the surface (apologies to those religious members). Let's just say that Mike Myers' "schwing!" would seem like a "twang!" here. Needless to say that the Baileys was not the only creamy drink that Jas had that afternoon.

 

So, upon my return from Alpha Centauri, when my body had completed doing it's impersonation of a taser victim in the foetal position, we started to relax and chat again. We talked about so many different things. Jas showed how much research she had done on me, citing several of my reviews and the various encounters I'd had. For some reason, Jas at one stage suggested that I should somehow book a double with Cristal-Hotbabe and her. Are you fucking kidding me? Each one by themselves (and mind you, I'd only done round 1 with Jas so far) had already had me questioning my own mortality, and she wanted a tandem show? No fucking way! Anyway, having emphatically said no to that suggestion for reasons of me wanting to see my next birthday, we continued to chat about a whole range of subjects. Time simply dissolved.

 

Jas excused herself again, and then emerged with a towel, lay it on the bed, and put one of the decorative pillows on the bed. She then turned the kettle on. Hmmm ... coffee perhaps? Nooooo, you have that so wrong, you dim-witted unskilled humble shagger! Lay on the bed on your front. Yes, Your Imperial Majesty. Suddenly this very warm and wet sensation hits my lower back and it's Jasmine's famous hot oil massage. The back gets gradually covered in the oil, and the massage is actually fantastic. It's not some weak attempt to fill in time or as a means to a more sensuous encounter - it really is a proper goddam massage! I'm being massaged by The Empress! Wow! I'm drifting off to sleep at this stage, so the royal decree comes for me to turn over. Hot oil, sploosh, right onto the little general and his 2 bodyguards. Wow! What a sensation! How the whole front torso gets oiled up is a mystery, or maybe just a figment of my imagination.

 

How it transitioned from the hot oil massage to an alternating series of blow job and hand job with nipple stimulation is beyond me. The little general was doing his best to stay at full attention but not spill the beans. I don't know if anyone here has seen any Asian martial arts films where the kung fu masters literally fly over rooftops and up coconut trees. Jasmine somehow went from lying on her side with the little general in her hand rubbing her left nipple to suddenly lowering herself onto him in cowgirl position. As she slid down, I felt the little general literally feels the walls of her pussy grip the entire shaft. I commented about how tight she felt and she just smiled. One of those "oh, you naive little dumb ass, you have no idea what is yet to come!" I think I did really well not to lose the load there and then, and we enjoyed the cowgirl position for what seemed like an eternity. Then Jas gets up and in a sweeping motion is facing my feet and has me back inside in RCG position. Oh wow, oh gee, oh fuck! This goes on for some time and then Jas raises herself onto her knees and her hand reaches back to the little general. She pushes back and I feel a different sensation. Jas just whispers in a soft guttural tone "that's it, fuck my ass!" and she pumps herself up and down as I try to match her rhythm with my upward strokes. Jas seamlessly goes from the RCG position, into what Cosmopolitan would call the "Love Seat" position with her legs together, back still facing me, the little general still charging up the Khyber Pass. This does it. The overload of sensations pushes me over the edge and round 2 is bagged and tagged. After disposing of the raincoat, Jas comes back to bed and we snuggle. Not long after, I drift off to sleep ....

 

Scene fade ....

Scene open ...

 

We both awake in what would have been the middle of the night. We attack the prawns and salmon again, this time devouring the remainder of what would have been a sumptuous seafood meal fit for a king ... on an Empress. We polish off the last of the Baileys. Jas goes to the bathroom. I hear splashing, so assume hand washing and maybe face washing to wake herself up before she leaves. Out of the bathroom emerges this vision of an angel. Well, it was white bra and brief set in nude-coloured 6-inch heels. Against her slim, tanned body, in the dark, it looked sensational. We fondled, we kissed, we fumbled, I somehow manage to see Jas naked again, and this time, I was going to have some control. Not that I was still hungry after the prawns, but I was definitely intent on dining. I dined and enjoyed the tastes, and judging from the little moans and verbal cues from Jas, I could have been hitting the right spots. I definitely got to taste some royal nectar and felt like maybe, just maybe, I could one day be a real sommelier, only my specialty would be the nectar of the gods, or pussy juice! A variety of positions followed, but the doggy was where we finished off. Normally, by the 3rd load, the climax is not as intense as the first 2. This time around, the climax was the most intense of the 3, leaving me a quivering mess, hugging Jas from behind. "Was it good?" Jas asked. I didn't answer her because you don't tell royalty it was a dumb question.

 

The test

When we finally pried ourselves off each other, Jas took the condom off me, then held it up against the small stream of light coming from the bathroom, as if an inspection was in order. Then this comedy routine followed -

"Sheesh, only a quarter of the bag full ... not enough!"

"What???"

"Well, you said you would eat oysters all week, and you only give me quarter of a bag!"

"But I did! Next time I eat a whole dozen every day instead of just half a dozen!"

"You know, I can tell if you been short changing me!"

"I promise! I haven't been sleeping around. I mean, I have, but not in the past week!"

[laugh track played here]

Fade to black again ...

Fade to light ...

 

The aftermath

It's 9:50am and I'm frantically running around the room cleaning up the mess. I make sure the remnants from dinner are neatly packed up in the 2 plastic bags in the trash can. I mean, if I'm going to leave them all those prawn shells and heads, I should do the right thing and at least have them neatly bagged up, right? I check to see what's missing from the fridge and fill in the mini-bar stock sheet. I look in the bathroom and everything that is their's is there and everything that shouldn't be there is either packed away or in trash cans or flushed away. As I go through this last minute sweep of the room, it occurs to me that Jasmine had long gone, along with every smallest detail of her ever being here. If I grabbed some passer-by walking past the room and told them that I'd had a visit from The Empress last night - he'd look at me like I was stoned out of my head and hallucinating. I bet even the CSI team would have trouble finding evidence she'd been there. For a moment, even I had a tough time believing I'd had an audience with The Empress!

 

I checked out and drove off. All the while, I was thinking to myself, did I just dream all that, or did I really have the pleasure of Jasmine in my bed, albeit for too brief a moment. Sure it was a clock-less package, but was it a figment of my imagination? As the light turned red and I pulled up to stop at the traffic light, my phone went off with a text. "Had a great time last night. Thanks. Jas. x" .... ahh, evidence she was actually there. Or did she know how to mess with my head? Who knows? Who cares? As far as I'm concerned, I'd had an audience with Her Imperial Majesty, The Empress.

 

Fade to black, roll credits ....

This has been another La Cucaracha production MMXI

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Great review, La Cucaracha... worth of an empress. ;) Glad you had a great time and cheers for taking the time to narrate in so much detail.

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Great review mate. Jas is sure a special lady. I really have to get myself organised and arrange a rendezvous...........

 

 

Rupe

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LC, you have put amazing detail in describing your adventure with Jasmine. Sounds to me there is a sequel in the making of this first epic production. Thanks for sharing.

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LC notices Jasmine enter the room at Melbourne PP Xmas drinks night. She's quiet, unassuming, yet stands out in the crowd. Jasmine must have felt the burn of his gaze upon her as she darts a quick glance over at LC and for about 3 nano-seconds, their eyes lock, before LC forces himself to re-focus on the conversation at hand.

 

In those 3 nano-seconds Jas had completely observed you Cockie, she asked me why you had been perving at her. When I told her that's La Cucaracha she knew why. I had to tell her that I had been informed of your meeting the next day. She told me she was going to literally fuck you to death. :lol:

 

 

Flashback scene

Back in late-September/early-October, LC noticed Jasmine's ad on the clock-free package. Thought to himself - damn, that's a really good deal. Then thought to himself - who are you kidding, you nothing, nobody, humble shagger, she's The Empress, the top of her game, the "if only I could" dream punt. Didn't think about it any further.

 

I went through the same thoughts until I booked her too Cockie. But she made me feel very special when I was in her presence.

 

 

Good business woman, this one!

 

Not many better than this one. Very smart and ahead of the game.

 

 

A simply fantastic review Cockie of a great lady in Jasmine, the Empress. Every time I read a review of Jas it brings back wonderful memories of both times I had with her. Thanks Cockie.

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She told me she was going to literally fuck you to death. :lol:

Yep, definitely had a white-light experience! Would have been happy to have gone out that way, too!

 

But she made me feel very special when I was in her presence.

Jas has a way of making you feel totally at ease and unguarded.

 

A simply fantastic review Cockie of a great lady in Jasmine, the Empress. Every time I read a review of Jas it brings back wonderful memories of both times I had with her. Thanks Cockie.

Thanks, I aim to provide reading pleasure. I can assure you it won't be my last audience with Her Imperial Majesty!

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LC mate what a great review, what a great night by the sounds of it

 

Some WLs want us to drink pineapple juice to improve the taste, he'll Jas wants us to eat oysters by the dozen and be a little celibate prior to increase the volume...wow what a girl... :rolleyes:

 

LC you should have told her the oysters ate the semen...

 

Looks like theres no space for eunuchs in The Empresses court..

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Jasmine Jaro is one hell of a chick - she does it all the way :)

 

I like your quote best: "

Asian goddess who provides to me PSE but to her it seems to be GFE "

 

I'm seeing her in a few days. I have this feeling that the experience will kill me. What a way to go, though. laugh.gif

 

C.

 

PS. I wonder how many WLs are first aid trained...

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Some WLs want us to drink pineapple juice to improve the taste, he'll Jas wants us to eat oysters by the dozen and be a little celibate prior to increase the volume...wow what a girl... :rolleyes:

 

LC you should have told her the oysters ate the semen...

 

Looks like theres no space for eunuchs in The Empresses court..

We joked about it that the prawns ate the oysters and that was the cause of the volume not meeting expectations. I wasn't thinking fast enough, otherwise I would have said that with that much seafood around, there was no further need for seamen (just a play on words).laugh.gif

 

And I'm sure that if you're a eunuch, Her Imperial Majesty would still find a role for you, like some sort of licking activity while everything else is going on.

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LC I often think when I see Jas that I need three balls....to avoid disappointing the Empress with insufficient production

 

Alas there in no such congenital variation....

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