Fucking Masturbation Mirror ♕

I am a visual person

To me, there’s nothing more provocative than oily skin tangled in sheets with genitals thumping and grinding against the greatest frictions. I like to watch myself making love to me. Better yet, I like to watch myself fucking myself in a fucking masturbation mirror. Recently a restless night called for the extra relief that cums with the release of endorphins that only a satisfying orgasm can bring. I enjoy ritualism. I lit several candles and placed them around my bed so they’d cast the best shadows on my walls while illuminating me well enough to see the graphic details in the mirrors that face my bed from every angle.

My favorite fucking masturbation mirror is on my ceiling.

It took some effort but I bound my own ankles to my footboard. My legs were spread wide apart. For me, mirrors represent visual evidence and illusion. I indulged myself with the illusion of helplessness.

I fantasized that some seductive spirit had grabbed hold of me in my dreams, forcing my legs open, and greasing my inner thighs. It aggressively guided my hands to explore my body, fumbling eagerly and clumsily over my most sensitive parts. The fucking masturbation mirror would reveal my shock at the bold sensations, a foreign touch from my own fingertips that dug deeper than I ever would on my own.

“Oh god, what am I seeing? What am I doing?”

The fucking masturbation mirror shows everything. As the heat from my body and heavy breathing fogged the silver glass, it gave the impression of a sexual haunting. I touched the steamy mirror with one of my moist hands to better see my reflection. Mmmmm. Was I really awake? Collecting the moisture from the mirror in the palm of my hand, I returned to the sweet spots on my body. More vigorous strokes and squeezes. My feet pushed and pulled against the bedposts as my knees fell repeatedly apart. Moaning, I looked at the fucking masturbation mirror in my ceiling to see the deep penetration of myself. A visible puddle had gathered beneath me in my bed as I dripped and squirted with fervor.

I gyrated my hips faster and harder at the image above me. Like I was fucking my own divine twin sister. Indeed with every thrust, I could feel her pushing deeper into me as much as I pushed into her. We watched each other as we sucked at our nipples and scratched our thighs. We struggled against the bonding that we’d put on our own ankles beneath the fucking masturbation mirror. Writhing and scissoring our reflections. I fucked her, she fucked me. All of myself. A deceptively sweet sadist and a lover.

The fucking masturbation mirror spares no secrets.

Every satisfied ache and escaping moan is reciprocated. Captured in the fucking masturbation mirror for a moment. Spilled into my hands, stained into my sheets, and washed down the drain of my tub with tuberose salts and lavender oils. A grand affair between me and myself and forever. However, some fun should be shared right? So how about sharing your reflections with me?