Mirror, Mirror

Last night after our encounter, I was aroused beyond a maiden's patience. Anxiety begat a sexual wildness not known to me for a long time … to long. How do I satisfy this need before I go mad? I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom to try and see if what I was feeling was apparent. It didn't seem to be, but something was different. Underneath my nightgown I could see my nipples poking out trying to escape the silk. My sopping nest, I was certain, would be visably throbbing from underneath that I was almost surprised to see it still.

I began to curiously touch my nipples to confirm that their excitement was real. As I ran my fingers and my hands over them with only the silk separating skin from skin … chills rolled up my body and I knew now that I must release myself before I could sleep. Slowly, deliberately I removed the thin straps from my shoulders and let the gown fall away, stopping only for a second as it passed by my pointed nipples.

Without the gown now I could take in my whole naked body. Tracing my breasts, my stomach, my nest with my eyes I began to move my right hand toward my clit. It was only then that I could feel how incredibly wet you had made me, that fact alone seems to draw more blood toward my clit … readying it for my fingers which would be directed by your description that night. I closed my eyes to imagine my fingers were your fingers stroking my clit, rubbing my wetness to allow my other hand to enter me with fingers I imagined is your cock. Thrusting as deeply as they can while the other hand takes over with almost a mind of its own as if possessed by your spirit. Circling and using my own bone structure as resistance between my fingers and my clit. Stimulating it to sensitivity. Circling more now, faster and faster, pressing harder as I removed my left hand from my entry and begin to tease my breasts … cupping and squeezing them gently, pinching the nipples – I could feel my excitement beginning to build. I arched my back, sweat dripping from my body, biting my bottom lip, nostrils flaring, thrusting my hips toward my wet hand as if to hurry my release along. Grabbing firmly at my breasts and nipples as I feel the wave of my orgasm begin.

My body stiffens with the promise of impending climax … bracing itself for the pounding wave of delight that finally comes as I shudder and contort and think of you … and only you … who has given me the gift of this long, powerful and intense orgasm.

My breathing then slowed with sweat and passion dripping from my body. I looked at myself again in the mirror and noticed a slight change in gait and presence. A taller and yet more relaxed Princess … with perhaps the hint of a smile left from your memory on my sated face.

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