My Mirror Selfie, His Sexy Reflection
I was overwhelmed by the beauty in the mirror behind me, the very image that I couldn’t help but capture in a single selfie. A handsome face, framed by dark curves of hair and a rugged jaw. I was drawn in, held captive by my own reflection, a gaze that held me with the promise of raking the deepest, most sensuous of secrets, the kind that lay dormant between two bodies, eager to be shared.
That night I found myself outside his door, a tap on metal followed by a raised voice from beyond. I remember my heart pounding as I stepped inside, and the air around me seemed to buzz with a combination of madness and anticipation. His eyes locked with mine in an unspoken agreement and I ached to feel his strong embrace, to know the pleasure of finally giving in to my desire.
We walked towards a mirror and I saw his reflection superimposed over my own. I realized that I wanted to see myself as he did: As the object of his desire, a perfectly sculpted figure that begged for release. I wanted to feel our two bodies together, experiencing every touch, every touch with an intensity and passion that only our combined presence could bring. There was nothing quite like it, that unique exchange of raw and unadulterated pleasure — our mirror selfie, his sexy reflection.
Table of Contents
- 1. His Sweaty Reflection in My Mirror
- 2. Arousing Myself for His Hot Selfie
- 3. A Delightful Dance of Flesh and Passion
- 4. Our Sexual Reflection from His Sexy Selfie
- The Conclusion
1. His Sweaty Reflection in My Mirror
His eyes moved slowly down my sinewy body, the cotton of my shirt sticking to my chest like a second skin under his focused gaze. They followed the length of my strong legs as his hands pull away the fabric of my shorts. His warm breath on my neck spread an electric shiver through me as he stepped close to my chest and pressed his lips to my sweat dampened neck, his heat and breath igniting my desire.
He stood back from me slightly and continued to look over my body. I lifted my eyes to meet his and in the mirror, the reflection of his hand reaching down and slipping inside my shorts sent a shock of pleasure through my body and I gasped, drawing a languorous smile to his lips. He stepped back from me and started undressing himself, and in the mirror I saw his own body with admiration and desire. His strong, muscled physique unraveled beneath my gaze – his ripped abs, the tattoo on his biceps, the hard lines of his thighs, and all the other parts that drove me wild. His eyes shifted to meet mine as he stepped towards me, a growl of hunger interchanging with my own as our bodies met and our lips tasted one another in the sensual reflection of the mirror.
2. Arousing Myself for His Hot Selfie
I take a deep breath knowing that the steamy image of him that’s been stuck in my mind all day is about to pervade my senses. I grab my phone, open the app and find his latest post. As I gaze at his seemingly effortless pout, and his long, hard body stretching across the screen, I’m struck with an instant lust. His face is so desirable, and those eyes… they drive me wild.
Through my phone’s mirror I take my own selfie and snap it. I adjust the brightness and contrast for a topsy turvy reflection of him, gazing back at me. Without hesitation I step into my sexually-charged fantasy and slip into the image with him. I tease the inside of my lips with my tongue, taste a lingering kiss that he’d planted last time. His face, his body, his lips invoke an expression of oneness that sees the melding of our two beings. I open my eyes, widen my arms and gaze upon us both; his appetite echoes my own with the heat represented by osmeone’s desire to make love. I switch off the screen to silence the pleasure, silently lusting after him and craving for more.
3. A Delightful Dance of Flesh and Passion
My lips slide across his soft, subtle neck as his playful hands budge and clasp against the hard muscles of my back. The light of the fireflies swirl around us as we are both enveloped in a cocoon of sensuous rapture. My hands are moving up and down his thick thighs, exploring the forbidden curve of his round rear. His gentle flirty sighs fills the air like a siren’s song and his colognes wraps around me like a warm embrace. Suddenly, he lifts up his shirt before I to reveal the smooth contours of his sexy six pack, which catches the light of the full moon and glittered like diamonds. As I take in the beauty of it in the night sky, a thrill runs through my body and I can’t help but to press against him even tighter. As our bodies move in sync, we create , an intimate tapestry of pleasure and desire that refuses to be denied.
The moment our hands meet, his hips start thrusting against mine harder and faster as his tongue seeks out my own. His mouth opens wider and wider as I feel his tongue deep inside me, causing me to shudder in wild pleasure. His hands roam freely against my heated skin as his touch sends waves of erotic bliss through my body. His touch is intense and pure, and as I close my eyes I catch a glimpse of our reflection, basking in the silver glow of the moon in the bathroom mirror. His shapely muscles shimmer against the light, warping against one another like the infinite symmetry of a Mandelbrot set.
Suddenly, a light washes over us as if coming from some distant star, and we stand there, embraced in an electric mixture of lust and love, letting the moment take us away before it fades into the night.
4. Our Sexual Reflection from His Sexy Selfie
Every detail was being acknowledged here as I zeroed on the reflection in the mirror. His tantalizing selfie instantly obsessed me with thoughts of carnal exploration. He wasjoined in this reflection, his erotic image connecting perfectly with mine.
- His Skin: Smooth and hard, it stood out yet blended in with the textures of my own skin, a silent invitation to explore together.
- His Eyes: Piercing yet inviting, it felt like I was looking into a well of passion and energy.
- His Lips: His full and inviting lips begged for kisses that I never wanted to stop allow our passions to run wild.
- His Hair: His light brown hair gave me an urge to run my hands along it while we made love.
The intensity of his being aroused my deepest desires, making my heart and mind crave his touch, and my body scream to merge with him. There was an indescribable desire to have my tongue explore every inch of his exposed surface, and whisper kisses onto his hidden ones. I wanted to savor his body, eyes closed as if lost in meditation, giving in completely to the bliss that would ensue. Nothing but the deepest pleasure would do here.
His body, my reflection, our sexuality became entwined in this space, and neither one of us seemed ready to break away – ready to free ourselves from the sultry heat that coursed through us. This moment was not meant to be fleeting, but something to be remembered and cherished. His selfie, this reflection, was our invitation to deeper intimacy, a heat that is never forgotten.
The Conclusion
The heat from his body mingled with the sweat droplets on mine and there was an intense electricity between us that only grew stronger as we kissed. Our hands touching, exploring, stroking and caressing each other, and intense sensations that had no words to explain them coursed through my body. I felt alive, liberated—the passions of the universe raging in me. The erotic beauty of his body and my reflection in the mirror was overwhelming and I savored every single moment of our embrace, knowing that it would never last.
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