As I gazed into the reflective glass, I could almost feel my heart pounding and my breath quickening. My eyes locked with his in the mirror, hungry and untamed. Without a word spoken, lust surged through my veins and I felt a deep longing to feel his skin against mine, crave his lips on my own, and explore every inch of his body. A mirrored reflection of lustful desire.
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My body tingles as I savor the selfie just taken in my bedroom. The lust in my soul is undeniable, watching my toned torso and tight abs in the mirror. I hunger for more and I’m aroused by the thought of knowing someone else could be admiring me just like I’m worshipping me right now.
He ran his finger over the image in the mirror, tracing the length of the smooth, curved shaft that glinted in the light. His mouth watered, not just at the sight of that big, beautiful cock before him, but at the thought of tasting every inch. All his dreams of ecstasy were unfolding before his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to take it in his hand and lay claim to its sweet pleasure.
My reflection in the mirror was more than just my body. It was my hottest desires, deepest fantasies, and all the places I wanted to go. I saw not only myself, but the person I wanted to be; someone consumed with unquenchable lust, and raging to satisfy his deepest needs. That reflection was a beauteous, radiant beacon of my gay desire.
The pure pleasure of his self-arousing mirror-stare consumes me; his uninhibited poses arouse my deepest yearnings. I’m spellbound by his enchanting features, and engulfed in his exquisite eroticism. My body yearns for his touch; the heat from his burning image entices me to be closer. I could stay in his world forever.
I can feel the heat between us as his wet lips lick my chest and slide their way down my body. I run my hands through his hair, reveling in the feeling of his touch and the soft grazing of his teeth as he teases me with desire. His eyes in the mirror are smoldering, conveying everything that I’m feeling but can’t say.
They met in the mirror, eyes locked, lust so raw it smothered the senses. He licked his lips hungrily as his fingers traced the curves of his body, aching for release. His back arched as his fantasy took hold and the intensity rose as they shared a powerful hunger that could only be quenched by a passionate embrace.
“I look into the mirror, first at my own reflection, but only for a moment before my gaze shifts to him. His eyes, hot and heavy with desire, raking over my body. We both crave this moment…the electricity between us so thick you could reach out and touch it. I’m already half-hard and it takes all I have to keep my hands from reaching for him.”
I take a deep breath as I slowly move my hand up along my body, enjoying each second the mirror is reflecting back to me. My fingers tenderly work up to my sunkissed chest….. my nipples delicately hardening as I lean back, boldly letting out a sensual gasp…..My hot breath steams up the glass that has become my lover for the night as I dip my tongue. I can feel the anticipation as I let desire take over.
I wanted him then more than ever, to have and to hold however he wanted to. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and revel in his beauty. I wanted to join him, be one with him and feel the same kind of pleasure, Grimes for grimes, skin for skin.