On a thread about
marias massage in Edgware in August, this discussion caught my erotic eye …
Maria used to work with a bubble butt Portuguese girl whose name escaped me, she did a great B2B and could be quite wild when warmed up. Worked on her own after they split up, but seen nothing about her for a few years now.
That would be the famous Jasmine. Has been studying at university but at various times has also been working, I gather. I don't have any further details but you might check for her adverts on the usual massage advert sites. Located, I believe, either in Edgware or Colindale. Whether she's working at the moment, I couldn't say.
Jasmine's contact details
External Link/Members Only
… but I could find no reviews on UKP, despite at least three punters knowing of her. So, I thought I’d TOFTT in September …
Link:External Link/Members Only - This is Jasmine’s self-made website, and she runs no other links or adverts. She later explained that she doesn’t need more exposure or indeed work, because apparently a decade’s worth of regulars keep her busy enough.
Logistics:It was tricky to pin Jasmine down for a couple of weeks, as her phone kept going to voicemail. But her vibrant voice was enough to keep me trying. I realized later that Jasmine holds down a more conventional part-time job, plus is keen about particular hobbies and activities, so she can go AWOL from time to time.
I eventually connected with Jasmine after she replied to a lucky lunchtime text … after a few frisky exchanges, we sorted out an hour’s session for £100.
Location:Jasmine works out of a modern rented apartment on discreet cul-de-sac. There is private parking, and Jasmine allows you to use her flat’s space; I myself parked on the main road, which was free after 6:30pm. Otherwise, Colindale tube station is only a 3min walk away.
Inside, there is a dedicated and spacious room … dimly lit, housing a large bed against a wall and a massage table in the centre … decorated with mystical Eastern motifs, and infused with a subtle incense … as a man of Tantra, I felt right at home!
Looks:Sadly, I can’t illustrate my review with photos, as there are none available anywhere online, and Jasmine has been circumspect enough not to upload a profile photo on WhatsApp. This is the closest image I could find …
Hidden Image/Members Only… and Jasmine is indeed that very definition of “Pocket Rocket”! She is a cutie-pie … sparkling eyes, fulsome lips, cropped hair. She is almost perfectly petite … perky little boobs, slim limbs, tight waist … the “imperfection” is what is a stand-out-and-take-fucking-notice butt (i.e. the “bubble butt” mentioned above by Jonestown) that is impossible to ignore! It was also impossible for me not to politely ask whether it was real (her answer is below).
Jasmine is in her mid-20s, I would think. She has an unusual and unplaceable accent, as she is ethnically Portugese but was brought up in Germany. Either way, being a British university graduate, her English is first class.
Services:On entering her flat, Jasmine greeted me as if I was an old friend! A continental double-kiss to each cheek and a hug … and instant smiles, laughs and chats. She was wearing a tight-fitting crop top and a translucent sarong, leaving her taut midriff exposed. As she turned to sashay into the massage room, I was smacked by her ass … totally not expecting to see such a stupendous sight on her posterior! I was hypnotized further, as she knowing-what-she-was-doing bent over the laptop on her bed to sort out iTunes, her ass now thrust up toward my face … I showed immense restraint not to just jump it there and then! That phat ass appeared so incongruous on her frame, I just had to ask whether it was real … Jasmine laughed, saying she had that question often … “Yes, it is all real … feel it!” And with that, Jasmine stepped up to me into a standing hug, kissing my cheeks and caressing my neck and chest, while my hands dutifully cupped her ass cheeks, which did prove to be everso soft and supple … “See? Real!” she rightly reassured. We then both undressed, and joined back into an embrace … my upright cock sandwiched between our stomachs. As much as I didn't want to let go of her ass (and as much as I desperately wanted to bang it!), Jasmine led me to the massage table … I sighed and lay face down through the padded breathe hole.
Then began a beautiful hot oil massage. Jasmine has kosher ITEC qualifications, and it shows ... solid hand techniques all over with the bonus of B2B. I loved how she slipped my foot into her thigh gap, my sole rubbing up against her warm pussy, as she massaged my calf and thigh. I loved how she didn't ignore my fingers and toes, but I didn't so much love the fact that she oiled up my hair with a vigorous head massage! Of course, sensual elements abounded ... hot oil dripped down crack and sack ... CC swipes, reach unders, shaft pulls. Jasmine made wonderful use of her soft tits, rolling over my neck, back, ass and thighs. She allowed cupping and caressing of her tits, as they slid down my arms and into my palms. I also found my hands intermittently slipping inbetween her thighs, as she passed by my sides, and my fingers weren't stopped from exploring that warm and wet area. Eventually, Jasmine straddled my ass, and began grinding her pussy on it, riding up-and-over my cheeks ... at the same time providing thorough deep tissue kneading to my back, before dropping prone into full-on B2B. Then she reversed, now pussy-grinding the back of my neck and oily hair, as her hands massaged down my back and through my crack to fondle and play with my cock and balls. It was finally time to turn ...
Jasmine doused my front in oodles of oil, and started off with thigh and leg massage, including teasing work around my groin. As my cock throbbed vertically, Jasmine sensed it could no longer be ingnored, as I was embarrassingly close to cumming already! She drowned my unruly member in more oil ... readied for the much anticipated lingam massage ... slow strokes, fast flicks, sensual swirls, feathery flounces ... balls rolled like Chinese meditation spheres. Jasmine sang something whilst keeping wide-eye contact ... edging and edging and edging me. As she stood close by my side, with one hand, I massaged her tits; with the other, I reached around behind that ridiculous rump, fingering into her thigh gap, mixing up her pussy juices with all that oil. As I throbbed harder, Jasmine sensed it was time ... she bent down, her cheek against mine, kissing and sucking my earlobe ... and I came and came and came into her roving hands. She didn't let up her handiwork until my balls were absolutely emptied. And she ended with a kiss to my lips.
As I lay in sweet reverie, Jasmine wiped my white stuff up ... and then returned to sweet massage ... all over ... dancing around me, singing around me ... at least for a further 10mins. She then helped me upright to sit on the table ... and pounded my neck, shoulders and back, revitalizing my spent body. A final touch was an offer of lemon water, which I gratefully accepted and downed.
After a shower (including shampoo, which I don't normally do, but I had to get that suspect oil out of my hair!), I dressed and chatted with Jasmine some more. She was in no rush to send me out, and actually I myself had to signal that it was time for me to leave (I was nearing 15mins overtime already). Jasmine still hadn't asked for money, and it was now that I very happily handed her £100. Then, after another kiss, I beamed back to my car.
Conclusion:It is no wonder that Jasmine doesn't bother to advertise beyond her own basic website. It is no wonder that she doesn't need to entice us with photos. Her army of regulars keeps her easily afloat. And a newbie, like me, after such a
Positive sexperience, will no doubt return to join those ranks.
