Mirrored Pleasure

The thoughts in my mind are not gentle when I ran my eyes up and down over the reflection in the mirror.

Too much. A fat roll. Dimpled thighs. Belly to round. That scar.

I push the thoughts away, and stroke the lines of my body. Despite those thoughts this dress makes me look cute. I love the feeling of the fishnet against my skin, and love the way my hands makes my body tingle even more.

My hand ends at my crotch, cupping my sex. Is it wetness I feel there?

I gently slip my finger between my folds. Yes, I am wet. Lifting one leg onto the bed, I see my lips opening up to my probing finger. My nipples ache as they harden. A shiver runs through my body and ends in my cunt. I know there’s no way back. I will not stop until I have experienced the pleasure I am now craving.

My eyes are fixed on the image in the mirror. Forgotten are the thoughts about my body. Different words now fill my head.

God I’m wet. That feels good. Look at those puffy cunt lips. Feel that clit./em>

Two fingers disappear into my opening and curl inside before I pull them out again. In and out, finger-fucking myself. I know once I touch my clitoris, there will be no way back, that soon I will want the orgasm I am chasing. I want the fucking to last just a bit longer, want my body to respond to this love affair with myself. The desire in my body almost becomes a physical pain.

I love touching myself. Love being a slut. Oh god this feels so good!

I can’t resist anymore. My fingers spread my juices to my pulsing clit, and slowly — ever so slowly — I circle the tiny bump of flesh, sighing as every fiber of my body seemed to respond. My nipples ache even more as the press against the threads of the fishnet dress. How I would have loved for them to be pinched, bitten, clamped, hurt…

The pace of my moves is slow. I don’t want to rush this. I know if I increase the tempo, my orgasm will happen in a flash. Where I am craving the release, I want these sensations that have invaded my body to last a bit longer. I want to see how long I can hold off, before I sprint to the end.

Oh I want to come so much. I am so fucking horny.

It becomes increasingly difficult to hold back. I clench my cunt muscles, and shiver with pure excitement, pure lust. My fingers move quicker.

Look at that cunt. Slut, you’re such a slut.

I tighten the muscles in my legs, in my bum and push hard against my circling fingers. My fingers press hard against my begging button. Filthy thoughts race through my mind.

Fuck yourself. Look at that cunt. This is what you want, slut.

I barely manage to stay on my feet when my climax took hold of me. My cunt throbbed in the same rhythm as my heartbeat when my fluids run in trickles down my legs.

A smile plays around my lips as I look into my own eyes. The negative thoughts are gone, and all that remains is the love for my body, and knowing how much I love the pleasure it brings me.

PS: This story came to me when I started thinking about Jade’s Wicked Wednesday prompt while scheduling my Sinful Sunday image.

© Rebel’s Notes

Wicked Wednesday

7 thoughts on “Mirrored Pleasure

    1. it’s been a long time for me as well, watching myself….. it used to happen quite frequently when I had to be “Properly Dressed” for work

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