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Date: Sun, 25 Dec 1994 01:31:32 UTC
Subject: In the Mirror Part 2
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This is another true story. Enjoy!
	D.
 
It had been a long day at work and I needed to relax. I kicked my shoes into
the corner and sat on the bed to pull my socks off. I undid my belt and stood
up. I pulled the tails of my shirt out of my pants and walked over to the
dresser to stand in front of the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair and
leaned forward to look at myself closely. I wished this were your face this
close in front of me. The mere thought of you caused a surge between my legs
and I felt my manhood pressing outwards against my jeans slightly. I ran my
hand up the inside of my thigh and over my slowly growing bulge. Umm ...yes,
this is nice. This may need tending to, I thought to myself. Standing in front
of the mirror I was reminded of how I enjoyed masturbating in front of the
mirrors in my bathroom, pretending I was watching myself through your eyes.
I briefly drifted off to all the wonderful, delicious, sensuous , erotic
adventures IUve had and how memories of these adventures have been a treasury
from which I could excite and stimulate myself. This night I was alone, but was
looking forward to giving myself much excitement and pleasure. Masturbation, be
it alone or with a partner, was indeed one of lifeUs great erotic pleasures.
And I decided that I was going to partake in that pleasure right then and there.
 
I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket. This was followed
by my tee shirt. I turned and looked into the mirror again. I had been back in
the weight room during the past few months, this after a four month layoff. I
admired how muscle tone was returning to my upper body. Although IUve never
been particularly bulky or muscular (as a matter of fact I think IUd qualify
as being "lean"), the time I had spent in the gym did much to accentuate my
physique. and I enjoyed what I saw in the mirror. I ran my hand across my
shoulders and down to the center of my chest. I moved my hand across my chest,
pleased with the muscle definition I was developing there. My fingers paused
briefly on my nipples, onto which I drew little circles and admired as they
stiffened ever so slightly. My nipples are very, very sensitive, but if I
applied just the right pressure, I could excite myself greatly there. Which
was exactly what I was doing, as I could feel a slight throbbing between my
legs. I was also beginning to feel slightly flush and my heartbeat had picked
up slightly. I moved my hand down my torso, and across the upper flanks of my
pelvis, where I admired my smooth, flat stomach and the sweep my pelvis made
into the top of my jeans. I was beginning to get quite excited and the thought
of the pleasure I was going to give myself was adding to my heightened
sexuality. I could certainly feel my excitement between my legs, where blood
was beginning to surge through my penis.Being twilight, the lighting was dim
and confusing shadows were being cast throughout the room. For just brief
second I could have sworn I saw in the mirror your reflection, sitting in the
rocking chair I have next to my bed. I turned around but all that was there
was the chair. Your spirit must be with me this evening, I thought to myself.
Regardless, this thought caused another swell in my jeans and I ran my hand
on the outside of pants, up one thigh, across my growing bulge, and down the
other thigh. Yes, I was getting quite excited! I took couple of steps back
from the mirror, far enough that I could see most of my body. The dim light
accentuated the contours of my muscles and the tone of my skin. I unbuttoned
my jeans and allowed them to hang loosely from my hips. The top of my boxers
were plainly visible through the V that my open jeans made, as was the
growing bulge that my erection was making against the front. I moved the
flat of my palm down my lower torso, past the elastic waistband on my shorts,
through my curly pubic hair and to the base of my rapidly swelling shaft. My
cock was angled downwards slightly and had been pressing outwards against my
jeans. With sweep, I brought it around so that it was now pointing upwards.
Rearranging the fabric of my shorts, I pulled the engorged length through the
slit in front. My cock was now free and exposed ... and standing at full
attention. I wrapped my hand fully around the shaft and give myself couple of
long, slow, exaggerated strokes. Umm...yes! My jeans had fallen off my waist
and I stepped out of them. As I did so I turned to the side. In the reflection
in the mirror I saw the outline of my trim body ... and the form of my rigid
penis, which I was grasping firmly, proudly. And you were in the mirror too,
sitting in the rocking chair. Watching. Umm... You *do* like to watch donUt
you! I pulled down my shorts and was now gloriously naked. It had gotten dark
in my room, so I lit several candles and climbed on to my bed, on the side
where I could see myself in the mirror. I put several pillows behind me and
quickly glanced at the mirror again. There you were! I closed my eyes and
imagined what we would be doing if we were together. You would be on top of
me, lowering yourself down on to me, impaling your hot pussy onto my rigid
cock, thrusting your hips, riding me. As you were doing this you would be
rubbing little circles on your clitoris with you fingers, building upon the
rhythm of our coupling. I would be holding your breasts with both my hands,
pulling them towards my mouth, sucking and nibbling on your stiff nipples. I
would then reach behind you to put a finger into your tight ass. The
combined stimulations of my finger behind you, my throbbing penis sliding in
and out of you, your fingers rubbing your clit, and my mouth sucking on your
rigid nipples would bring you to a fierce orgasm and would send me over the
edge, causing my cock to throb wildly inside you, shooting my hot cum deep
into your womb.
 
But I was without you this evening. Yet I was doing what I could to give
myself I that intense erotic pleasure that I so desired. I lay on my back,
firmly stroking my cock, alternating between long, great strokes of the
entire shaft, little, short jabs on the head, and twisting massages along
the entire length and especially on the cock head. With my eyes closed I was
visualizing the image of you riding me, both of us bringing ourselves to
mutual orgasmic satisfaction. Oh god! My cock felt so hot and so hard. I was
stroking it, pulling on it, twisting it, working my sex into that extreme
level of sensuous pleasure that only an orgasm can achieve. And now my fantasy
would become reality because I couldnUt hold back any longer! Oh god! I was
going to cum. I needed to stroke firmer, faster, harder. Here it is ... Oh
god ... my darling one ... let me cum for you ... my cock is shooting hot
semen onto my belly and legs and down my hand. Oh ... this is for you... 
Oh, I wish you were here to see this ... to have this ... to take this ...
this is for you.
 
I looked up into the mirror and ... there you were! You had been watching all
along. This was for you.
 
Once again...thanks, it was a pleasure.
 
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