FabGuys.com: Jasmine (45) , TV/TS in Elm, East Midlands, UK

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FOR THE DESPERATE, DELUDED & DISAPPOINTING

Wow. Just 48 hours in and I’ve already had enough material for a Netflix series titled:

“Wankers in Hiding: A Masterclass in Cowardice.”

Let’s clear a few things up before your next tragic DM:

No, I will not sext you.

No, I will not send you "just one more pic."

No, I will not describe what I’d do to you. Spoiler: it involves mace.

No ID? No number? No spine? No play.

Still hiding from your wife in the broom closet? Adorable. Stay there.

If your idea of a date is me spending 2 hours getting ready, only to travel 12 miles so you can ghost me and jerk off behind a locked door until you jizz all over your toilet seat patting yourself on the shoulder what a great guy you are in the bathroom, congrats, you’ve reached rock bottom with Wi-Fi porn.

I’m not your sex doll, nor your secret fantasy vending machine, your kink delivery service, or your therapy session for whatever crisis you're going through.

Want that kind of treatment? Swipe right on a porn site + an inflatable friend and maybe some lube as you need the edge clearly.

And if you're thinking, “but maybe she’ll change her mind for me,”... I won’t.

No ID = no play. No number = no play. No honesty = no shot.

Trying to outsmart that system? Cool. I’ll just forward screenshots to your missus and block you with style.

Let me repeat:

If you’re not turning up with real intention, real respect, and real balls then kindly piss off and go haunt a swingers club...Oh wait, that would mean you would have to leave the house and come up with an excuse to get a pint of milk. Best stay indoors and watch the news. x

I’m not angry.

I’m just no longer accepting auditions for “The Phantom of the Dick-pic Opera.”

You treat me like a whore, a sex toy, a free kink dispenser then flipping pay me like one or crawl back into your sad little denial hole from which you came. I’m not here to entertain your secret filth shame.

With that said, lets get down to something more pleasant...

My kink Desires!

Bold. Beautifully Becoming. And Just a Bit Bossy.

45, newly transitioning and owning every electric, decadent second of it. This isn’t just a phase. It’s a fierce unfolding. Leather? Craves me. Latex? Worships me. Power? I wear it like perfume.

I’m a sensual dominant elegant, exacting, and endlessly curious. Style is my Armor, confidence is my foreplay, and control… well, let’s just say I know exactly how to use it. I don't just thrive in the spotlight. I thrive in the shadows too, especially those cast across the velvet lounges and hidden corners of adult clubs, where the rules bend, and the brave come to play.

I’m looking for an open-minded submissive, playful, obedient, and aching to explore. You don’t need to have all the answers just the desire to kneel, learn, and lose yourself in the moment. Maybe you’re new and craving structure. Maybe you’re experienced and hungry for more. Either way, bring your trust, your hunger, and your willingness to surrender beautifully and completely.

Let’s push limits, whisper secrets in places we shouldn’t be, and make pleasure an art form. I’ll lead. You’ll follow. And together, we’ll make the rules we plan to break.

My true Desire!

I’m not just looking for a partner, I’m calling in a co-conspirator. A man who knows his strength and isn’t afraid to offer it to me on his knees. A trans girl who glows in her truth and wants someone who sees every layer of her, soft, wicked, radiant, raw. I want someone bold enough to be tender, brave enough to be devoured, and wild enough to follow me into whatever delicious mischief we dream up.

Let’s treat the world like our personal playground, velvet ropes, moonlit rooftops, secret parties, and spontaneous road trips that end with tangled limbs and filthy grins. I want someone who laughs at absurdity, worships authenticity, and gets just as turned on by eye contact as they do by cuffs.

We’ll have our rituals, never spoken safe words, shared playlists, stolen glances across crowded rooms. And we’ll have our chaos, impromptu scenes in hotel elevators, teasing texts in meetings, breathless moments behind closed doors when you forget your name and remember only mine.

You don’t need to be perfect just present. Curious. Open to being worshipped, challenged, teased, and treasured. Whether we’re wrapped in rope or wrapped around each other at 3AM giggling over inside jokes and bruises we can’t explain to co-workers, it should feel like magic.

Let’s chase connection, not convention. Let’s turn heads and break beds. Let’s build something wicked, lets build something warm, lets build something utterly unforgettable. Let’s build us x

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