I’m starting with the man in the mirror
I’m asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you want to make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change
I am undecided whether this is a kink of mine or not. The idea of having sex and seeing myself ‘in the act’ has always been intriguing. However, once I am busy and focused, I totally forget about the mirrors. I much prefer to look at Master T, than watching us in the mirror. Or… as I have written here before, I have my eyes closed.
It becomes a different story when I am masturbating, especially when I do so during daytime. Then, especially when I hump my Womanizer, I love watching myself in the mirror. I love the way the muscles in my buttocks tighten and release, love the slight up-and-down movement… and all of that while feeling the sucking vibrations on my clit. It excites me to see myself in the mirror. My desire seems to reach higher heights than when I don’t see a reflection of me.
Why is this, I wonder. Is it because it brings me back to my carnal self? Is it because in that moment I see my body as sexy? Because right then I enjoy everything my body brings me? Is it that in the moments of intense personal passion I truly and deeply love myself?
The answers to all these questions should be yes, and it is. Those moments when I let my passion guide my body, I am.
Outside of my passion, mirrors are functional. I use them to see if my clothes are in place, my face looks okay or my hair is presentable. I have a ‘zoom mirror’ to do my makeup (when I wear it – I haven’t for quite some time due to problems with my eyes) and where the huge almost wall-to-wall mirrored closet can be used for much sexiness, there basic use is totally functional.
Those mirrors, however, were the inspiration for the story I have written for the 2019 Eroticon anthology with the theme ‘Discovery’. When the theme was announced I really had no idea what to write, until one day in the car on my way home from work I thought about the mirrors in our room. I can’t remember the context, but at that moment my story was born.
I wrote it, and was ‘okay’ with it. Something was still missing and I couldn’t put my finger to it, until I heard Man in the Mirror. I changed bits of my story and sent it off…
If you want to read my story, and many others on the subject of Discovery too, please order the anthology.
So, to conclude, is mirrors a kink of mine?
Yes, in the right circumstances it is.
© Rebel’s Notes