Dear August...

From Day Spas and Heart-to-Hearts to Five-Woman Fantasies

Firstly, I owe you all a very big thank you for the absolute avalanche of questions you sent me after I announced my plans for a Q&A blog.

More than seventy of them!

You really didn't hold back, did you? I can see that, like me, some of you have a tendency to write to excess. And I love that.

There were funny ones, thoughtful ones, cheeky ones, surprisingly difficult ones, and quite a few that had me thinking, Where do I even begin?

Which is exactly what I wanted. A good ol’ assault of the thought-provocation variety.

So yes, the Q&A is absolutely still coming. At this point, though, it's looking suspiciously less like a blog and more like a multi-part series. I'll be choosing some of my favourite head-scratchers and working my way through them very soon.

But first... I need to tell you about August.

Because despite the several catastrophes I told you about in my last blog entry, August was, on the whole, actually kind of fantastic.

I've been spoilt. Pampered. Fed. Gifted. Massaged. Bathed. Made to laugh. Given shoulders to lean on. Trusted with firsts. Invited into fantasies. Shared in celebrations. Made some lovely new friends. Had some extraordinarily naughty adventures. And, somewhere amongst all of that, I found myself having one of those months that reminded me just how ridiculously lucky I am to do what I do.

So this one is really just a big, gushy gratitude post. A love letter to August, and to the people who made it one for the books.

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Let's start with what was not only one of the highlights of August, but probably one of the highlights of my entire escorting career thus far. One very lovely, thoughtful, and exceedingly generous someone organised an All Day Amour... and took me to a day spa.

For the whole day.

This was a professional first for me, and the kind of opportunity I'd only ever dreamed of. We indulged in a couples retreat package complete with a full-body mud mask, which we washed off together under a rejuvenating rain shower, followed by a short spell in the steam room, then facials and full-body oil massages. On heated massage tables, no less!

The scalp massage was one of my favourite parts. As was the little foot-washing-and-rubbing ritual at the beginning. (IYKYK.) That part was made all the more tantalising by the fact that my spa therapist was a particularly stunning Irish woman. I could’ve happily let her massage my feet all day.

Then there was champagne and chocolates and nibblies afterwards, because apparently I hadn't been spoilt enough yet. He'd never been to a day spa before either, which somehow made the whole thing even more special. I'm so touched that, for his first experience, he chose me to share it with him. By the end of several hours of pampering, we had reached peak relaxation. Minds blank. Bodies delightfully heavy. Moving at approximately 0.25x normal human speed.

Thankfully, we'd had the foresight to enjoy our more... energetic playtime before heading to the spa. By the end, I don't think either of us possessed the motor skills required for anything more strenuous than blinking.

It was bliss. Genuinely, one of my favourite days "at work", ever.

And apparently August had only just begun spoiling me.

One of my fairly new regulars made me homemade fried rice and gifted me a sparkly Swarovski bracelet, amongst a collection of other thoughtful little surprises too numerous to list. There's something incredibly touching about knowing someone chose to put that much thought and effort into making me feel special.

Then another lovely gentleman sent me home from an All Day Amour with an entire strawberry sponge cake for my family, as a thank you to them for letting him steal me away for the day. Which was possibly one of the sweetest gestures imaginable. It was absolutely worth the little fib I had to tell about where the heck I'd acquired an entire strawberry sponge cake.

The very same man also treated me to a beautiful new addition to my lingerie collection from my Throne wishlist. If you've visited my Lover's Choice page recently, you may know her as Angelica.

But he wasn't finished. He also sent away for something I didn't even have on my wishlist. Something so hot and wonderfully unique that I cannot wait to play dress-ups in it: a Raquel Welch fur-kini.

Yes. That fur-kini. The One Million Years B.C. one.

You already know where to find the visuals of me in it once it arrives. I sincerely hope I can do it justice.

He also dressed up for me in a particularly cute and hilarious way, but I'm afraid you're not getting that story. Some things are just between us.

And, speaking of my Throne wishlist, someone else has kindly purchased a perfume I've had my eye on for some time. If that was you, please reach out and let me thank you properly. Or if you'd prefer to remain my mysterious anonymous benefactor, I hope you're reading this and know how genuinely touched I am that you thought of me.

Honestly...

What even is my life sometimes?

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On the left, my new babydoll lingerie, Angelica. On the right, Raquel Welch showcasing my impending cavewoman era.

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But as lovely as all that spoiling was, some of my favourite moments from August weren't really about being spoilt at all.

One gentleman picked me up and whisked me away for a beautiful drive and breakfast in the countryside. Just to talk. Or, perhaps more accurately, to lament. We joked that we were two peas in a commiserating pod.

It came at a time when I really needed it, and he was there for me, as he always is. Sometimes there's something wonderfully restorative about sitting beside someone who just gets it. To talk and listen. To feel heard, seen and understood. I think we both needed it that day. By the time he dropped me back, I was walking with a much lighter step and feeling ready to tackle whatever life decided to throw at me next.

He also gave me something very special that day, although I won't divulge exactly what it was because of how intimate and sentimental it is. What I will say is that it was handcrafted from wood, with so much love, care and attention to detail poured into it. I was in awe. Not just because of the time he must have spent making it, but because it was so completely and utterly me. It was one of those gifts that makes you realise just how closely someone has been listening to all the little things you've said along the way. He really does know me so well.

Then there are the moments when I get to be the cheerleader instead.

One of my favourites visited me several times in August, absolutely beaming after starting a new job with a great deal of additional responsibility. Responsibilities, I should add, that I have absolutely no doubt he'll excel at.

I felt so proud hearing about it all. It's one of the lovely things about knowing someone over time. Eventually you get to witness the little chapters of each other's lives unfolding. New jobs. Milestones. Victories. Things worth celebrating. And naturally, we celebrated his success in our favourite way… with mucho, mucho sensual pampering.

There were some particularly cosy moments along the way too.

Two of my outcalls were to clients' homes. That's not unusual for me with gentlemen I've known for some time and have developed a strong sense of trust with. But by complete coincidence, both home visits involved glorious hot bubble baths. If you've been reading my blog for any length of time, you'll know exactly how I feel about those. Adore them.

Apparently, my reputation for possessing perpetually freezing extremities has also preceded me. One gentleman presented me with alpaca wool socks to keep me warm after our bath, while the other had a pair of soft, fluffy Ugg boots waiting for me. It seems my favourite gents are sufficiently well acquainted with my icy-cold-feet problem to plan accordingly. I'm eternally grateful. As are my virtually endangered toes.

There was plenty of sensual experimentation this past month too.

I caught up with one of my long-term regulars for three hours of sensation play and total surrender. This man is a master with the massage oil... and the feather teaser... and the bamboo fabric... and the vibrator. Basically, the whole kit. He even introduced me to some beautiful new composers to add to my sensation-play Spotify playlist. Who knew my musical education would be yet another unexpected perk of the job?

And, speaking of sensation play, another regular entrusted me with his very first experience of it. There's something rather special about being chosen for someone's first. I loved that he trusted me enough to expand his sensual horizons with me, and we had so much fun experimenting and discovering what he enjoyed together.

And then there's one of my regulars who seems, at least to me, to live a wild Rockstar kind of existence. I won't tell you what industry he's in, for the sake of his privacy. I'll just say it's pretty darn cool, and between the job and the lifestyle, the man seems to operate on virtually no sleep. My little tucked-in-by-10pm booty could never.

Every time we catch up, we get along like a house on fire and usually have to remind ourselves to stop talking. He regales me with tales of exploits so outrageous that somehow my life as a sex worker ends up sounding dull and innocent in comparison. Which, quite frankly, takes some doing. But despite all his Rockstar antics, our time together wouldn't be complete without some of the warmest, most wholesome, perfect-puzzle-piece cuddles imaginable. Because even the naughtiest boys need snuggles.

Thinking back to the very beginning of August, I also spent three hours with one of my newer clients, and this is one of those people with whom the chemistry and attraction was just... instant. Sometimes it simply clicks like that. Three hours disappeared in what felt like the blink of an eye. I'm still slightly shook by how quickly time can pass when you're so completely immersed in someone's company.

But this particular gentleman has contributed to my life outside the bedroom too. He gave me some incredibly helpful advice around my financial and savings goals, which I've since implemented and am already in a much better position. He also gave me the pep talk I apparently needed to finally call my mortgage lender and ask for a rate review (something I'd felt ridiculously awkward about confronting and had been putting off for far too long).

If you're reading this, you'll be proud to hear that I did the big-girl thing! And it actually wasn't even scary. I wouldn't exactly say I played hardball, but I did manage to get almost a full percentage point knocked off my interest rate. So, thank you for giving me the push I needed. You have quite literally saved me thousands of dollars a year.

And I think that's another part of all this that deserves mentioning. Gifts are lovely, and goodness knows I've spent the first half of this blog gushing about them, but some of the most valuable things my clients give me can't be wrapped in a box. The things I learn from you. The perspectives you introduce me to. The advice you give me. The little nudges outside my comfort zone. The ways you contribute to my own growth.

Those things are invaluable.

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Anyway! Enough about personal growth. Shall I tell you about something a little more scandalous? I had a foursome with the illustrious Elle Lush and Jordan Cooper.

Yes, it seems I'm slowly poking my head out from beneath my little security blanket and mingling with my peers a little more. I've spoken before about finding this side of the industry nerve-wracking. I'm naturally quite shy, and frankly, I find these women intimidatingly amazing. They're beautiful, confident, sexy, accomplished... and apparently I'm supposed to casually take my clothes off next to them and behave like a normal person? Not likely.

But I'm learning that venturing outside my comfort zone is so worth it, because somewhere along the way, these drop-dead-gorgeous women are starting to become lovely, like-minded friends. And occasionally, very naughty playmates.

The dynamic between Elle, Jordan, one very lucky gentleman and me, was pretty freaking steamy. I won't divulge too much about him for the sake of his privacy, but let's just say his rather intriguing profession added an extra little element of fantasy for us ladies too. He was an absolute superstar, and I want to thank him for bringing the three of us together.

Although perhaps the biggest indication of how well the evening went was what happened after he'd left: the three of us ladies stayed behind chatting for almost as long as the booking itself. Turns out we rather like each other with our clothes on too.

Some of you already know that Elle and I play very well together, and we already have some more doubles scheduled soon. Jordan and I, however, are relatively new playmates. But just so you know... We're kind of a dream team.

Both brunettes. Both busty. Both very experienced. Both genuinely invested in making sure our clients have an incredible time. But personality-wise, she brings out this deliciously mischievous side of me. Jordan is a little like my more tanned, more naughty sister, and I love feeding off her energy. We got along instantly, and we're both hoping there'll be plenty more duos in our future.

Actually, there’s no point hinting at it. I’m just going to come right out and say it… If you already enjoy your sensual time with me but fancy kicking things up a notch for a spicy change, I have a sneaking suspicion you're going to love her. And if I've managed to plant a rather naughty little idea in your head, you might like to take a peek at my newly updated Ménage à Trois & More page and see just how far we could take it.

Apparently I wasn't finished testing the limits of my little security blanket just yet. Because to wrap up August, I found myself involved in another sixsome. Same fabulous line-up as my first: Elle Lush, Natalie Rose, Alex Silk, Holly Christie and me, joined by one of my very own clients.

And this time, I organised the whole thing myself!

I know that probably doesn't sound particularly momentous, but I was just quietly, ridiculously proud of myself. I've never done the legwork for a group booking like this before. Usually I've been the lady invited into someone else's carefully orchestrated debauchery. This time, I was doing the orchestrating.

There were women to coordinate. Schedules to line up. Deposits and logistics to sort out. A client to look after. Outfit requests to attend to. Even a pre-booking sexting session to arrange (with Holly, not me — settle down).

And, because I was bringing one of my gentlemen into a booking with four other ladies, I felt this funny little sense of responsibility for him too. Fortunately, he made me look very good. Deposit paid promptly. Arrived on time. Impeccable hygiene. Respectful to everyone. Great energy. An absolute pleasure for all of us to spend time with. He put his best foot forward and represented Team Jasmine incredibly well. I felt like a proud coach! A very badly behaved coach, admittedly, but proud nonetheless.

It was also genuinely lovely to be able to give back to some of the women who've included me in their bookings before. I got to bring business to them this time, while also organising something pretty spectacular for one of my own clients. And I think that's why this one felt like a little milestone for me.

Not so long ago, I was nervously hovering at the edges of this part of the industry, wondering how on earth everyone else made mingling look so effortless. Now I'm making friends, finding women I genuinely love working alongside... and apparently organising five-woman birthday fantasies for very deserving gentlemen.

Look at me go!

Although, if you're ever thinking about asking me to organise something similar, I do have one tiny request: Please, please make me look good.

If I'm bringing you to my peers, I'm going to feel at least a little responsible for you. So take your cue from this gentleman and be the kind of client I'll be positively bursting with pride to introduce as one of mine. I want the other ladies to see one of my clients' names on the calendar and think, Oh, good, one of Jasmine's.

Because I already think I have some of the loveliest clients around. I'd quite like to develop a reputation for it.

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But enough about my burgeoning career as an organising extraordinaire. I know what you really want is the juicy details, right?

Well, this particular sixsome was a milestone birthday treat from him to him. And his brief was a little different from the other group bookings I've been part of. He wanted to be thoroughly, completely, unapologetically pampered. All the attention on him. Less focus on girl-on-girl play. Just five women absolutely devoted to making one very lucky birthday boy feel like the centre of the universe.

I'd never done a group booking with quite that dynamic before, but oh my, was it fun!

He'd requested matching schoolgirl outfits for us all, so naturally we looked ridiculously cute together. We also took some photos of the night, a few of which may eventually make their way into the public domain. Watch this space.

The whole thing went by in one big, raunchy blur. Five women fussing all over him. Ten greedy hands undressing him on the couch while Birthday Sex played in the background. Five tongues jostling for prime real estate you-know-where. Throw in some scented massage oil and it was chaotic. Indulgent. Hedonistically excessive. Exactly as a milestone birthday should be, really.

Whenever I talk about these bigger group bookings, I inevitably hear some variation of: "That many women? With ONE man? I could never handle that!"

But that's the beauty of it. You don't have to "handle" five women. We handle you.

You don't need to arrive with the stamina of an Olympic athlete or some elaborate game plan. You're surrounded by professionals whose entire purpose for that little pocket of time is to make the experience incredible for you. Your job is really rather simple. Relax. Enjoy the attention. Let us do what we do best. And boy, did our birthday boy understand the assignment.

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Now, I'm not even going to insult your intelligence by pretending this next part isn't shameless marketing.

I want more of these.

There. I said it.

Threesomes. Foursomes. Fivesomes. Sixsomes. Whatever deliciously excessive configuration takes your fancy. Extravagant birthday presents. Bucket-list fantasies. Completely unnecessary acts of self-indulgence that you'll probably still be grinning about when you're eighty years old. As they say, you only regret the chances you didn't take… or something like that. In any case, I'm sure they must have been talking about sixsomes.

Surely it's not too much to ask that we sprinkle a few of these throughout my calendar every now and then? Because apparently I can make them happen now! You tell me the fantasy. How many ladies you're imagining. Who you already have your eye on. The kind of experience you're dreaming about. And I'll see what I can orchestrate. I'll coordinate the ladies. I'll do my best to find a time that works. I'll help piece the experience together. And yes, for this kind of booking... I will make the time. 

Look at me. One sixsome organised and suddenly I'm drunk on power.

Naturally, there's also an elephant in the room: "Jasmine... what on earth does something like this COST?"

Well...

I'm not going to pretend it's cheap. This is firmly in once-in-a-blue-moon, dream-fantasy, bucket-list territory.

My doubles rates are already available on my website. For larger group bookings of three, four or five ladies, as a general guide, you can expect the first hour to be around $600 per lady, with a sliding scale for additional time. In other words, the more ladies involved and the longer we spend together, the lower the effective hourly rate becomes.

Is it extravagant?

Absolutely.

Is it an everyday purchase?

Good Lord, no.

But if you've ever had that fantasy sitting quietly on your bucket list... Well, you're in luck. You apparently know an organising extraordinaire now.

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While we're talking about the kinds of experiences I've been attracting lately, there was one other little August curiosity I couldn't resist investigating.

I'd had a hunch. Over the past few months, I've been sharing much more of myself online. More writing. More personality. More ridiculous little details about my life. More of what goes on inside my head.

Maybe that’s foolish of me. Maybe I shouldn’t be so open. Maybe it’s even a little counterintuitive for someone in my line of work to place less emphasis on showing you my body. But it just felt right. It felt true to myself. So here we are.

Interestingly, at the same time, I'd started to feel as though my Brief Interlude bookings were changing too. The one-hour booking has always been my bread and butter, but lately it seemed as though more of you were choosing to stay a little longer.

Was that actually happening, though? Naturally, I had to check. Statistically, of course. Because let’s face it, I wouldn’t be Jasmine if I didn’t.

So I compared my Brief Interlude booking durations from August with those from my first year of hotel life.

Well, well, well. My hunch was right on the money.

The most interesting number to me is that last one. During my first year of hotel life, bookings of 90 minutes to three hours accounted for just under a quarter of my Brief Interludes.

In August? More than two in five.

Now, before somebody comes along and confiscates my amateur statistician licence, no, I can't prove that writing more was the catalyst for that change. August is only one month, there are plenty of other variables at play, and correlation does not equal causation.

But I do find it rather interesting.

Because I've spent much of this year making a conscious shift in how I put myself out there. Less "Here is my body. Would you like to book it?" and more "Hello. Here is an unnecessarily long essay about what's going on inside this strange little head of mine."

And somehow, while showing a little less of myself physically, I feel as though I've actually been revealing far more of myself than ever before.

Maybe that means the people who find me now arrive with a better idea of who I am. Maybe it means those who connect with what I write are also more inclined to want the kinds of experiences that need a little more time to unfold. Or maybe August was just August.

I'll need considerably more data before I start making grand declarations. But for now, I can say this much:

I really like the direction it's heading.

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So, after all that, how did August actually stack up against July? You may remember that July was very busy. Very profitable. In fact, it completely blew my previous November 2025 earnings record out of the water.

I assumed that was an anomaly. But August came remarkably close, falling only a handful of hours short of July in total time spent working, with my earnings following much the same pattern. I genuinely can't quite believe I've maintained this pace, particularly when I keep hearing how unusually quiet the industry has been over the past couple of months.

And that's why, underneath all the silliness and stories and shameless boasting in this blog, there is an enormous amount of gratitude. Not only for the bookings themselves, but for what has filled them. The massages. The sensation play. The bubble baths. The thoughtful gestures. The gifts that made me feel known. The conversations I didn't realise I needed. The advice I've taken into my life outside the bedroom. The milestones you've let me celebrate alongside you. The trust you've placed in me. The ridiculous adventures. The laughter. The cuddles. All those little moments that somehow make their way into my life and stay there long after a booking has ended.

So, truly, thank you. For your time. For your trust. For your generosity. For your continued support. And for making August one for the books.

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I should probably add one little note here about everything I've shared. I've deliberately kept identifying details out of these stories because your privacy will always matter enormously to me. But if you recognise yourself somewhere amongst these pages and would rather I didn't write about our time together at all, please just tell me. I'll happily remove it and know not to share little snippets about you in future. No awkwardness. No hard feelings.

And to everyone I haven't mentioned, please don't mistake your absence from this blog for any indication of how much I've valued our time together. The truth is, I'm extraordinarily fortunate to have far more beautiful, funny, sexy, touching and memorable experiences than I could ever fit into one post. And some memories I deliberately keep just for me. I hope you'll find an earnest compliment in that too.

To those of you I couldn't squeeze into my rather tricky schedule during August, I hope we can make up for it very soon. I know my limited availability can sometimes make finding that elusive little window frustrating, and I really do appreciate your patience with me. September is already filling quickly, so if you have the luxury of planning ahead, please do so. I can't wait to see what we get up to next.

And finally... If you've reached the end of this enormous love letter and thought, "Good grief, Jasmine. This whole thing sounds like you're just bragging about your job."

Well... Too bad.

I AM.

It's fabulous.

Ner-ner, ner-ner-ner.

See you in the next one, my loves. I have seventy-something burning questions waiting for me, after all.

Yours,

Jasmine x