The Mirror, (C) Copyright, Marino Casebeer, 2002
Author:  Marino  Casebeer
marino@theedge.ca
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The cool wetness left of the shower had done little to extinguish the yearning of pleasure that permeated the body like the smell of sweet chocolate. The stroke of the hairbrush itself brought memory sensations of caress. The reflection in the mirror recorded the increasing intensity as the nipples slowly stiffened in front of my gaze, simultaneously with the gentle demanding tingling sensation with in. 

The brush now abandoned to the counter top, my hands as if drawn by external forces glided gently to grasp, and cup my breasts with surrender. I gazed in the mirror with sensual intensity as witness and benefactor. Toying with nipples straining to for touch, fingers gliding caresses upward to my shoulders,, hotly down my abdomen. I lifted my breast to my chin, flicking my tongue only barely to reach.

The wanton flame stirred memory, and I recall as the reality of time slipped off consciousness like a fallen gown. I imagined his fingers, the feathered confident familiar course, the sense of close electricity straining to meet. My fingers began to retrace the many paths traversed by his gentle expert tongue and now.I could feel the waves of heat rippling its course through my pelvis. My hand responds to the cascading want, feeling the moist lush readiness, I place my fingers seductively in my mouth, tasting me and longed for the smell of him; the soft mystique of his deep gentle passion. The reflection in the mirror appears more distant as a surreal consciousness envelops my body. As the mere sound of his voice sometimes melted me as butter, my legs like rubber, now the thirst took over in the same melody. I was now lost to a raw place of eternal pleasure, the very roots of my desire now conducting its movement. In the misty reflection I see a familiar shape in addition to my writhing silhouette, my hand pumping with abandon. Than I feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck, static touch of his body hairs against my back, the bones of his hips restraining my thrashing buttocks. A welcome hardness snuggles against me, between my legs, I feel his exploring fingers join mine as my hands slide up to squeeze my breasts, as I relinquish to the euphoric sense of home.

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