Erotic fiction inspired by Paula Shy in “Wait A Second”
The mind is a strange place. At least, I put what happened down to my mind playing tricks, because otherwise I have to start believing in ghosts, spirits and alternate dimensions, and I do not believe…
I was sitting in front of my mirror, getting ready for a night out, when it happened. Some of you might call it paranormal activity, but to me it felt more like those old stories women used to tell of a ghost entering their room at night and having its way with them. I always saw those stories as a convenient way for the woman to explain why her nightgown was damp between her legs in the morning, when what had really happened was that she’d gotten so horny she just had to finger herself, and worry about the consequences later.
Not that I was worried about any consequences, but I was definitely horny that day. I hadn’t fucked anyone in weeks, and I’d been so busy in my working life that there hadn’t been a moment in which I could even think about touching myself.
Anyway, that’s how my rational mind explains this away, but whatever it was that happened that day, it sure was erotic…
One moment, I was looking down at my make-up, the next I looked up to see the reflected me stroking my neck and dragging my fingers down to my breasts. The weird thing was, I wasn’t doing that at all; only my reflection was. I looked down at my hands to be sure, then looked back and everything was normal – my hands were on the dresser, reaching for my lip gloss and blusher.
I carried on with my routine, but my head was spinning and, even more strangely, my pussy was tingling, as if those fingers really had caressed my tits. I dropped my eyes for just a second and when I looked back up again, my reflection had pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and was cupping my big titties, rubbing them gently, thumbs rolling over my nipples.
I was lost; my heart was pounding and I just sat there and watched as the reflected me looked me in the eye as she squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples. I could feel my nipples stiffening inside my dress, my pussy beginning to moisten; it was almost as if I could feel her touch...
I can’t say why, but my body responded without my mind’s involvement and suddenly my hands were following my reflection’s lead, as if I were the reflection and the me in the mirror was in fact the real me.
I reached up and pulled down the straps of my dress, cupping my breasts in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. My reflection smiled back at me, approvingly, and we began to move as one.
I stood up, my dress slipping from my body, and we both hooked our thumbs into our panties and pulled them down. I watched my reflection as we each aimed our fingers at my pussy, sliding down over my shaved mons to my slit, pushing further, seeking out my wet opening.
I felt my juices on the tip of my finger as soon as I dipped it between my lips. I looked at my reflection. The way I looked right then, I would have climbed inside that mirror and fucked myself. I had that sexy come to bed look on my face that I’ve been told is irresistible.
I sat down and put my feet up on the vanity. With my legs spread, I splayed my lips apart as I looked at my pussy in the mirror, wanting to see what every lover sees. It looked good. I wished my reflection would climb out of the mirror to lick up my wetness.
But that didn’t happen. Instead, the two of us began to stroke my slit, running our fingers up and down, spreading my juice over my lips and onto my clit until I was slick and shiny under the lights. I watched as each of us slowly eased a finger inside, heard myself gasp, watched my reflection react in just the same way, mouth open in ecstasy.
I confess, I stopped watching myself soon after, lost in my own pleasure. It had been so long since I had been this wet between my legs, and now I had two fingers inside me, I was too busy enjoying the intense sensations to stay focused on my reflection.
But when I looked again, my reflection was suddenly standing, back to the mirror, reaching over my ass to finger myself bent over. My legs were spread and I could see my creamed up pussy and asshole. I had spread my juice all over my ass, making it glisten, and I had the intense urge to stick my thumb up my asshole.
Without questioning myself, I did exactly that, entering my anus with my thumb while my fingers were still deep inside my pussy. That’s when I found my voice, moaning loudly as I thrust my thumb all the way in and felt my fingers in my pussy, rubbing them all together.
That felt amazing. I had never done anything like it before, but I couldn’t understand why not, because it got me so excited my body started to shake. My legs almost gave out beneath me and so I knelt in my chair, giving myself a better view of my ass in the mirror, and fucked both holes in unison, pushing my fingers and thumb in and out together.
When I came, I was gripping the chair so tight my nails left big scratch marks on the back, and my pussy left droplets of juice all over the seat and floor. But as I came down from my orgasmic trance and sat back down, I swear my reflection gave me a knowing look that was not on my own face.
It hasn’t happened again since then, which makes me believe it was definitely my horny mind playing tricks on me. Perhaps my body knows when I need to cum more than I do, and plays games with my mind to get me to finger myself. The only way to find out is to avoid playing with myself or fucking anyone for a while, but now my sex drive has been reawakened, I don’t want to deprive myself of orgasms again!
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