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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): PM through PP
  7. Link to Website or Online Ad (if any): PP and www.highclassasianescort.com
  8. SWA Number if known (Victoria only): 6850XE
  9. Photos Authenticity: 100% Real
  10. Advertised Hourly Rate (Pick closest): $700
  11. Location where session took place: Victoria
  12. Incall or Outcall (Leave blank in Victoria): Outcall to your home/hotel
  13. Session Day: Weekday
  14. Session Time: Evening
  15. Estimated Age: 26 - 30
  16. Estimated Ethnic Group: Asian Origin
  17. Knowledge of English: Very Good
  18. Hair Colour: Brown
  19. Hair Length: Long
  20. Eyes Colour: Hazel
  21. Skin Colour: Olive
  22. Height: Short - Under 160 cm / 5'3"
  23. Body Shape: Petite
  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. Any Piercings?: None, no piercings
  30. Full Sex Available: Yes, intercourse
  31. Kind of Experience: GFE/PSE Combined
  32. Kissing Available: Yes, DFK (Deep French Kissing)
  33. Blowjob: Yes, fellatio
  34. DATY / Oral On Her: Yes, DATY on offer
  35. Greek or Anal Sex Available: Yes, anal sex
  36. Handjob Available: Yes, handjob
  37. Massage Available: Yes, rub-down
  38. Extras Charged: No, all included
  39. Overall Looks: An absolute goddess!
  40. Overall Personality: Lovely
  41. Overall Performance: Out of this world!

Private Escort - December 2011 - Jasmine Jaro


Coronae
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Hello, everyone!

This is a review of my time with the famous Jasmine Jaro. I believe, too, that this is her 40th review on PP. This is quite the milestone, given the quality and calibre of the charming competition. It's a testament to her assiduous and relentless approach to meeting (and exceeding) the expectations of clients that all of the previous reviews have been positive. This one is not going to be an exception.

[Also, this is not going to be one of those three-line reviews by lazy unmentionables who think that contribution to these boards is enriched by their generic and nonspecific statements that serve neither to provide intelligence for interested members nor specific feedback to WLs about the quality of the service. That Jas has more that three dozen existing reviews is no excuse for me to provide insight about my experience, hopefully for the utility of future punters. However, if that type of review style is your thing, here's a concise summary -- Jas fantastic. Me happy. Me return.]

Jasmine's approach to her craft is extremely canny, purposeful and tenacious. She has a gruelling touring schedule that takes her around the country on a weekly basis and she constantly assesses the wants of her clientele to creatively offer packages of services designed to attract and keep custom. Her advertising is visible and well-targeted, making her brand recognisable. At the same time, her services are of a high standard, making her brand esteemed. That she is able to accomplish all of this by herself certainly gave me insight into the driven nature of Jas.

 

I contacted Jas via a private message on PP after reading stoat2's review. My message was tentative, asking about her availability for a get together in late December. I'd checked her calendar and noted that my preferred date was just after she got back from holidays. However, I wanted to make sure that it was okay for her.

 

I wasn't in a rush to receive a reply, but one came a few minutes later. (This habit of quick and upfront responses impressed me, given the previous paragraphs describing Jasmine's busy schedule.) We were able to lock in a date fairly quickly, including details of deposits for a lengthy encounter. I would be flying in from Sydney after arriving from Europe and wanted to spend a relaxing evening in wonderful company. From research on PP, I knew of Jas' love of French things, so I booked a table at a Melbourne restaurant located 55 stories above the city. (Jas prefers her meals small, she said in a message.)

Over the next few weeks, we would stay in touch by sending small notes through PP's PM function. This is a great feature, especially if you're overseas or in transit ports. Jas' replies were never more than a few minutes away and her messages were flirty without being crass. These small messages built the level of anticipation to such a degree that I was in quite a state by the time I landed in Melbourne.

 

The plan was for me to meet Jas at the Sofitel's bar at 7:00 PM, then head up to dinner and back to the hotel. Everything didn't go to plan, mainly because of issues from my end. Describing these will give you a sense of the amount of accommodation Jas had to endure, all with a smile. At 6:30 and 6:40, she sent me SMS messages inquiring about the room number, but I was in a conference on the mobile and couldn't reply. Thankfully, the call ended at 6:45 and I quickly shot her an SMS containing a profuse apology with the room number. In addition, a good friend asked a personal favour for me to give my booking at Vue de Monde to him so that he could spend an anniversary dinner with his partner. So, I included a short apology that tonight's dinner wasn't going to be French, as planned, but Greek at the Press Club a few meters' walk from the hotel. not only that, our table wasn't going to be ready until 8:30 PM (or 1.5 hours after she arrived)! What a mess!

My nerves were shot. Here I was, meeting the famous Jas, and everything was falling apart. Imagine the class nerd scoring a date with the Prom Queen and showing up late in the family stationwagon being driven by his mom instead of the chauffeur-driven limousine as promised. I just wanted to DIE! (Death and religion will feature again in this review.)

When the doorknock came, my heart was pounding like crazy. I rushed to the entrance and didn't bother taking a look through the peephole so as not to spoil the effect. I opened the door slowly.

Jas is stunning.

She was dressed in a slinky dress (Versace, I was to learn later) that caught the light and played with it to induce a shimmering effect. It stopped at mid-thigh and, with the effect of her heels, drew the eye to her amazing pins. Her skin was an amazing brown colour, smooth and unblemished, her natural tan enhanced by her beach vacation. Her youthful face was framed by wavy, dark hair with highlights that fell naturally around her shoulders. She was smiling.

I regained my senses enough to invite her in. Jas' movements had a serpentine quality and grace. She kissed me hello and presented me with a little gift. She had brought along a bottle of French champagne which I quickly put on ice as I showed her around the room. Since we had a while to kill before dinner, we got to talking over some of the champagne she brought along. Gentlemen, Jas has a first rate mind and a wicked sense of humour. We were giggling like crazy in the lounge area. We shared holiday pictures, talked about art and hotels, she started a burping contest that had us laughing. In enjoying the view of the city from the 43rd floor, Jas asked whether we should leave the blinds up to give people a show. I'm not sure if she was kidding or not, but it broke the ice a bit further.

I presented her with a gift I picked up from Milan. It was patterned after Japanese origami creations and it served as a lovely package for the rest of the financials. I had to excuse myself to take a shower in order to wash away the issues of the day and freshen for dinner. Jas asked directions to the bedroom, saying she would set up so that things would be prepared for our after-dinner activities. I was all done in a jiffy and so was she, so we headed out to the restaurant.

 

The Press Club was a few minutes away from the hotel. We got there a few minutes before 8:30 PM and were seated right away. I had not had lunch that morning, so I was famished and dehydrated. Jas had the Cone May Barramundi with melitzanosalata and black venere rice, while I had the Wagyu beef shortrib with toursi vegetables. The meal was very nice and service was efficient if a little snooty. Jas pointed out that wine portions were rather stingy. We didn't stay for dessert.

Back in the suite, my nerves started to kick in. This is the part of the encounter when I am most nervous. Jas could sense it right away. She excused herself to freshen up in the bath while I puttered around in the lounge to prepare glasses of champagne and ice water. While I was showering earlier, she had put some effort in changing the ambience in the bedroom. There were little candles all over the room and Diana Krall was playing off the Bose system. She had prepared the bed very neatly and there were various accoutrements on the bedside table.

She emerged from the bath silhouetted in light, dressed in THAT black lingerie ensemble and high heels. Her breasts are amazing to behold. Unrestrained, they are generous, full and firm, capped by exquisite nipples that make your mouth water. With serpentine grace and purpose, she attacked me with amazing deep French kisses, her tongue doing all sorts of acrobatics. An enticing floral scent surrounded her as I kissed her neck and jawline and ears. She responded with soft moans and whispers. It's amazing how your nerves go away at the time of performance. It's to her credit that I think Jas knew this would be the case and that there was no point acknowledging it in further discussion.

She helped me undress and we moved to the bed. I couldn't get enough of her. The kissing continued with renewed intensity as I explored her anatomy more fully. I put my tongue to good use, assisted by my fingers. She tasted fresh and floral, and was responsive to touch. Her reciprocation was exquisite, and her skills are beyond description. What she can do with her mouth is nothing short of perfect. At times, I would use her hair to manoeuvre her, but she knew her way around. No area was spared a swipe of her tongue or entry into her mouth. Several times she brought me to the brink, only to move mercurially to another part of my anatomy. It took all my willpower to stay sane.

"Jas, I'm about to come."

"Yeah, baby," she replied with an increase in vigour.

 

"Jas, I'm almost there."

"Give it to me, baby."

A flick of her tongue was all she wrote. It brought a few days' worth of come shooting out. Three, four, five strong blasts… I lost count. Jas continued to coax the fluid from me. I haven't come so hard in years! While I softened in her mouth, twitching like a little worm, she used her hands to settle me. When things were a little more calm, Jas slinked away and returned with a warm washcloth to clean me.

Jeeebus! There was no way I was going to survive a few more hours of this! I usually need a few hours to recover. Clearly, I had overestimated my abilities. I was wrong. I clearly underestimated Jas' skills. I needn't have worried because Jas has the ability to push you beyond your self-imposed barriers.

Jas returned with some hot oil for a massage. She worked on my back, neck, arms, thighs and feet using a firm touch. It was a blissful way to unwind. However, she had other plans. After drying me with a towel, I was expecting her to ask me to turn over when I felt warm streams of oil trickle down my bum into my pudendal and inguinal areas. The sensation was amazing! This was followed quickly by fingers and breasts as Jas used her body to slide around. Within a few minutes, I was on the receiving end of a glorious Spanish experience. She used her fingers, breasts and mouth to full effect. She would tease the head of my oak with her nipples, slide my shaft between her glorious globes, massage my testicles, capture me in her mouth. Arrrgh! I surprised myself by unloading forcefully a second time in about an hour.

Things began to slow down, or so I thought. We relaxed in the afterglow, she by sipping champagne and me by curling up in a ball with a smile on my face. She switched the music to some Norah Jones and we lay quietly giggling at things and sharing stories. After some time, Jas took the initiative and started some deep French kissing. Her hands quickly sought out my cock. I was at attention in no time and she took the opportunity to go down on me again. She had a plan, of course. After a few minutes of oral stimulation, she raised herself and inserted me into her. The sight of her rising and falling on my cock was only surpassed by its sensations. Her hair cascaded around her, her eyes were closed and she was moaning. Her breasts, swinging free to the rhythm of our passion, were too good to pass up. I grasped them lovingly, luxuriating in their soft texture and their firm magnificence. Her nipples were sensitive and erect and a joy to taste.

She could sense my finish before I did, I think, by the subtle shift in my movements.

"Come for me, baby," she moaned. I could only grunt in reply. Her pace quickened as she slammed herself onto me. A few moments later, I unloaded into the dom as she her exquisite pussy massaged the come out of me. If I thought I'd died before, boy was I wrong!

I was whimpering so much that Jas cautiously says, "Are you alright?" This brought on a fit of mutual giggles.

The best, however, was yet to come (so to speak).

After cleaning me up, we lay quietly listening to the music. It was about 1:00 AM. We had ducked under the covers, she facing the windows and I tracing languid patterns on her back. In low tones and whispers, we said little, acknowledging the intensity of the experience. I thought she was drifting off a few times, but I was content to hear her breathe.

Suddenly, she turns around and asks the freakiest thing, "So, how many times do you think you can come?"

I was stunned! She didn't wait for an answer, however, because she quickly takes control by capturing me in her mouth and bringing me to attention in record time. She was gentle but insistent. Her tongue was all over me and her moans sent shivers down my spine. After a bit of this, she suddenly moves her mouth away and applies a cover on me.

"You need to fuck me," she insists, and spreads herself open. I didn't know where I found the reserves, but I entered her missionary style, but after a few minutes hooked her right leg for deeper penetration. After a few minutes of intense thrusting, I unloaded deep into her. I couldn't believe this was happening! This ejaculation was the most intense. I swear I was speaking in tongues. (In fact, Jas asked, What did you say". I was too embarrassed however, to explain that I was speaking gibberish, so I answered with a small whimper.) She helped me freshen up, then hopped back into bed.

I looked at the clock. It was 2:00 AM. The next thing I know, it's 8:00 AM and the commencement of the denouement. I help her get ready to leave and thank her for her company. The rest of the day is spent trying to disguise the change in my gait as I venture out into the city.

Jasmine is enchanting and her company was beyond all my expectations. When booking, I recommend longer encounters to experience her full repertoire. Her prices scale quickly, so the incentive is strong to book her for longer, but I promise that she will not disappoint.

C.

 

 

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'C',

 

Thanks for a great review of The Empress.

 

She certianly has a great reputation here on PP.

 

Just as a matter of interest, what is the restautarnt 55 stories above the city? Would be a great venue :rolleyes: .

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Coronae, you have certainly outdone yourself with this wild time, and thank you for taking the time to compile a very thorough and in depth review.

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Just as a matter of interest, what is the restautarnt 55 stories above the city?

 

That would be Vue de Monde, located at what use to be the observation deck at the Rialto building.

 

C, amazing and very detailed report, it felt like I was a fly on the wall watching it all unfold with ENVY! Thanks

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Well, coronae, you have now had an audience with Her Imperial Majesty, and I can understand exactly every feeling, every nuance, every highlight you mentioned. I can also attest to the fact that you have things you want to say, but words just fail you. Having had a similar experience recently, I am totally with you on this ... the experience is almost like morphine - the pain goes away, you are in bliss, nothing else matters, and you're hooked. Great review too, exquisite penmanship.

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Thanks, guys.

Just as a matter of interest, what is the restautarnt 55 stories above the city? Would be a great venue :rolleyes: .

 

Floppie's right, Elmer. A table for two at Vue de Monde can't be booked for love or money until May, I think.

 

Here's a tip, though. Jas loves Asian food, especially if it contains chilli. She grows some of her own (chilli, I mean).

 

C.

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Coronae a fantastic review, you exceed your objective of a detailed insight into your experience, you put us there.

 

Jas is obviously one special lady.

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Really wonderful review, Coronae. There were some very vivid images of your experience with Jas that really whet the appetite.

I thought your description of her movements as serpentine, rather than the more usual feline adjective was rather interesting:

 

Jas' movements had a serpentine quality and grace.

 

With serpentine grace and purpose, she attacked me....

 

A flick of her tongue....

I couldn't help but get this mental image of Jas as a Naga in human form. Struck three times and reduced to a whimpering mess, a fourth could have been fatal.

What a way to go. :)

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After reading that review Coronae I'm glad my review got your head of steam up

 

Jas truly is heavens greatest gifts to the punting world

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Did I take a breath while I read that Jasmine review?

I don't think I did :lol:

GRUNT

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What a great choice, the Cone May Barramundi with melitzanosalata and black venere rice. :D

 

Coronae, a great review requires a very strong ability to capture the moment for those who weren't there. It also requires a great partner to write about. In this case, you got it spot on.

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Thanks coronae for taking the time to write such a fine account of your time with JJ.

 

I do have to admit, my mouth was agape while reading the second half! ohmy.gif

 

Wow indeed!

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