The Mirror
by Raindear816©
(Sweet Lil Wicked One)
Your every word touched areas of my body that had not yet awakened. I was pleased to see that you were driven to masturbation from my thoughts of you. All those visions of you taking your cock into your hands violently and stroking with such animalistic desire that you surrendered to your need to be naughty with me, just made me creamy.
Before I knew it, there was a needy ache between my thighs to experience your touch. Your words inspired me to seek that hot weepy passion welling up inside of me; beckoning me to pleasure myself for you, for me.
Instead of the bed, I chose to squat in front of the full length mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I wanted to see all of me, my physical reactions as I came for you. First the skin of my vulva, like that of most women is darker than the other Irish skin that covers me, it is smooth and shaven, it almost feels like crushed velvet. When you rub down, it is smooth, and when I reversed my direction (rubbing upward), it had this suede like texture that is hard to describe.
I fondled the hollows that connect my creamy thighs to my pelvis. Those delicate, yet shallow indentations thrilled to my touch, sending goosebumps all over my body; stinging my nipples. I observed with curiosity, the curves from my inner thighs at my pelvic region to my ass, reminding me of the fluid shape of a cello.
I opened my folds, and found my sex swollen and wanting. Its color began as a soft fleshy pink on the outside, and deeper pink past my petals, and then as it was stimulated, my bud was like a shiny fuchsia pearl. The area below my clitoris and urethra was glistening with a clear, yet silky sheen like a glowing trail leading to my vaginal passage.
I found, that with each figure eight drawn over my bud, the passage would become narrow in response, then would relax and more silky wetness would ooze from it. As I entered my warm, moist tunnel, I had the sensation of the passage to be a soft, rippled, clenching, and slippery experience for the traveler (me or you).
The path narrowed as I explored deeper and found a small, firm, mound that was quite sensitive to the touch, like the fuchsia pearl on the outside. I imagined the explorer (you/your hard cock) could seek rest on this mound, as he'd reached his destination; the bottom of my love well. This caused a quaking effect as I found my fingers pressing upward just outside the base of my cervix.
With each manipulation of my fingers (now 3) against it, my digits were gripped like that of a firm handshake. Warmth spread over me like rays of sun from behind a cloud suddenly burning my flesh. My thumb, without thought, began to rub those figure eights with a fury. My tiny pinkie finger brushed over the crinkled bud of my ass, tickling, and stimulating it lightly as my fingers thrust and maneuvered my cunt.
My sex was very friendly and would not release my hand. My other hand was gripping my full breasts, pulling, then pinching my large nipple very hard, sending shockwaves of sweet agony throughout my body. I looked again in the mirror to find my face reddened, flushed and little beads of sweat over my upper lip, that my tongue snaked over and tasted the salty flavor with great satisfaction. My eyes were half open, but I could see that my pupils were dilated, and the blue with golden flakes in my iris, seemed to be more defined as the intensity wore on.
I was panting, my hands steadfast on their journey to pleasure, my hips were rocking back and forth. My tiny feet began to fall asleep, giving the pins and needles feeling before numbness, as I squatted so deeply and supported my weight with them. My thigh muscles began to tighten, my abdominal muscles strained against my impending climax.
I smiled at myself, when I remembered you asking me to wait until the last possible moment. But I was too late. My body betrayed my brain, as I began moaning, driven over the cliff of ecstasy,
falling,
falling,
falling,
like the cum that gushed out of me and onto the towel beneath. I collapsed, feeling dizzy, the blood rushing back to my feet, my pussy clenching, throbbing, my nipples tingling, feeling as if they would pop right off.
As an experiment, I stroked across my clit again. It was so sensitive, and so very wet. I could not stand the titillating effect of a quick touch. I knew you'd brought me to the highest plane of ecstasy when I could not tolerate another touch. I laid back, thought of you and smiled, sleepy-eyed and drained; possessing a comfort that can only come from complete satisfaction. I tasted my nectar, it was warm liquid silk, with a sweet musk, and flavor faint of honey.
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