He was there, standing in front of the two-way mirror, his body radiating a palpable eagerness. The gaze that cascades from his eyes is pure fire, smoldering with passion and dizzying desire. His hand temptingly seemed to stroke the glass between them, which was the ultimate tease. His looks begged to be touched as if it was a dividend for the attraction that had already built in the air between us.
Though the thoughts swarming my head were minor compared to what comes next — the thought of what turns him on, of what he can do when no one else is around. His gaze flickered back and forth, as he devoured my face before burying himself in his own reflection. He stared at himself with such rapture that I could almost feel his pleasure in the air. As his eyes grew soft and dreamy, I knew there was something missing — something that drew him to his mirrored reflection and aroused him in a way no other man could.
He suddenly seemed untouchable, unreachable. He was in his own world where I could only watch. As he began to caress his own image lovingly, I felt myself trembling. I was mesmerized – this man had taken hold of my soul and I wasn’t ready to let go. It was as if he suddenly knew himself so intimately that I was no longer allowed to play a part in his life. I was no longer a part of the equation. For the moment, his gaze might as well have been a locked door and I was outside trying to find the key. All I could do was watch, captivated and helpless, as he allowed his own self-arousing mirror stare to take hold of him completely.
Table of Contents
- 1. An Encounter with His Stare
- 2. Reveling in His Reflection
- 3. An Erotic Tightening Grip
- 4. His Seductive Afterglow
- The Conclusion
1. An Encounter with His Stare
He leaned against the wall of polished mirrors and benches, his gaze catching mine in the reflection. I felt like I was being welcomed into a forbidden space, a private inner sanctum of secrets. His frame was upright but relaxed, casually lounging in invitation.
The subtle background music was drowned out by the thundering crescendo of desire between us. His slim but muscular body glistened with raw sex appeal, each flex of his muscles causing my heart to pound with sheer anticipation. He slowly arched his back, shifting his gaze to meet mine in the mirror, his mouth agape in provocation. His expression was a tantalizing mix of challenge and excitement, his smirk seemingly daring me to come closer. My throbbing erection called out in mute but persistent demand for his unspoken invitation. My fingers slowly ran along his body, tracing the curves of his perfect contours and exploring the tightness of his flesh.
He never moved, keeping his gaze steady and heavy on me, focusing intensely on me alone. With a flick of his tongue, he left no doubt that the arousal I was feeling was mutual. My sigh was like a release valve to my surging passions, partially satisfied and also carefully restrained. Our eyes stayed connected as his fingertips gently grazed my waistline, sending shivers all through my body. His kiss was gentle and inviting, the touch of his mouth outmatched only by the warmth of his embrace. With a final wink, he was gone, leaving not a whisper of sound nor a trace of his presence, save the arousing memory of his carmine-colored stare.
2. Reveling in His Reflection
Tasting His Intoxicating Exhilaration
His eyes, deep raging pools of seduction, draw me in like a moth to a flame. He is an artist of erotic arrogance, yet he looks so innocently angelic no one realizes how he truly feels. His self-arousing mirror stare entices me beyond all measure–daring me to drink from the nectar of his orgasmic fountain. I take a sip of his divine pleasure and feel it course through every cell of my being.
His sweat-drenched muskiness just adds to the ambience as I take in his perfect, glistening physique. My midsection is wrought with burning desire and every pore screams for his touch. His gaze shifts slightly, ever so slightly, and I am vanquished by the sheer force of his precision. His manhood–that magnificent symbol of his potency and allure–beckons to be conquered, subdued by my expert desire. One movement and I am overwhelmed by his beauty and power– all inhibitions dripping away.
3. An Erotic Tightening Grip
I felt the anticipation and floral heat that spilled around us. The intimacy of his tall, lean figure pressed against me. His breath, a sweet and spicy aroma. His lips curled in a heated grin. It was thrilling just to be in his presence. His eyes held me in a deep hypnotic trance as if speaking silent volumes straight into my soul. His gaze unwavering as if he knew me more deeply than I knew myself.
The rhythm of our breathing quickly accelerated as we moved together. His hard body fiercely stroked and ground against my own. Our energy fused and literally melted into one. He grabbed me tightly as if to make sure I could feel the full power of his strength and control. Then, in a sudden motion his grip on my body tightened. My eyes grew wider as I felt the intensity of his need. His face lifted and he looked deeply into the mirror, as if completely hypnotised by his own eagerness. It was then that I saw his arousal in the way his gaze tracked his reflection. A look of absolute seduction and pleasure as his hands moved deliberately over my body. Never before have I felt such a rush of sheer erotic power.
4. His Seductive Afterglow
- I.
The smirk curves his lips, and the heat in his gaze sends my heart racing. His self-arousing mirror stare reaches up inside me, and as he moves closer I can feel the heat of his breath in the air. He wraps his arms around me and draws my body to his. Every nerve in my body is lit alive as my mind becomes consumed by an overwhelming urge. His lips press against mine, and in a sudden rush of passion I feel his hands roaming up and down my body. His tongue dances with mine and my heart pounds harder as his touch awakens my senses.
II.
He moves his lips to my cheek, and then up to my ear. His breath creates goosebumps on my neck and his whisper ignites a thousand fires deep within me. His hands travel down my back and with each caress, his touch grows deeper, and my entire body starts to tingle. I can feel his ecstasy growing as he releases himself into me, and I revel in the sheer joy of our pleasure becoming one. As we lay in our post-coital bliss I experience the delight of on my skin, leaving me intoxicated and ready for more.
The Conclusion
My heart races, as his gaze still occupies my deepest longings. With just a glance, I am entranced and putty in his hands, transformed into a state of sensory overload. My skin flushed with sudden warmth and carnal energy as I savor one last look at his luxurious body, his self-arousing mirror stare. With a sigh, I drift off and indulge in my fantasies of him, indulging in the delight of his beauty once again.