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.
Browsing: reflection
Mirror, mirror on the wall, give me a glimpse of my sensual desire. The smooth glass is seduced by my yearning, evoking a panting temptation that shimmers in reflection. His soft lips, tousled hair, and muscled body become a bright, inviting image, ardent and ready to devour.
I wandered down the hallway, entranced by the sight of my reflection in the mirror. The pale blue light highlighted my toned chest and the curve of my hips. My lips were slightly parted, full and yearning for the touch of someone else. I could feel the desire pulsing, ready to burst from within me. I knew this fantasy would eventually become real.
He ran his fingers across my bare chest in tantalizing strokes as his gaze lingered hungrily on the reflection caught in the glass. I felt as if the air had shifted, exploding with passionate anticipation as he drew nearer. It was as if I could feel my own arousal in the mirror’s reflection.
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.
He holds his phone up, staring into his own eyes; the light glimmering off the edges of the glass against his perfect bronze skin. He runs his index finger along the lower lip of the reflection, feeling his own electricity as his eyes catch the bulge of his jeans between his thighs and the heat of his lust catches fire.
He descended the miraculously inviting depths of manhood, exploring and tasting every delicious flavor. His tongue moved, sliding down the bulging landscapes and tracing sculpted contours, exploring every nook and cranny until he tasted sweet ecstasy.
He was the jock. I was the loser. But in the darkness of his bedroom, we shared so much more than simple friendship. His touch sending me to new heights of Yearning. Our faces inches apart, my heart holds a secret wish that he sees me as something more than just a friend.
“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.”
My eyes played me as I looked in the mirror; my breath heaving harshly as if I was experiencing a heightened euphoria. I stared, hypnotized, admiring the patch of soft but hairy love hidden beneath my tight underwear. I’m aroused, spellbound, seduced; and I’m about to experience the unthinkable pleasure of self-indulgence.