Nearly a hour after he first entered me things showed no signs of slowing.
I love it and find it exhausting, these marathon beginnings to our meetings. In the midst of twists and turns and position changes and orgasms, I could no more stop than I could turn my skin inside out, though sometimes that’s how it feels as he pumps into me slow and fast and every speed in between.
I somehow wound up with my knees barely perched on the edge of the bed while he stood behind me. Could anything have been more natural, more expected, more necessary at that moment than for me to beg him to take my ass?
I did, and he did, but that pleasure after so much other pleasure quickly became too much. My knees slid off the bed. With tiptoes on the floor and only fingertips propping me up, we must have given off the illusion that he was supporting me primarily by means of his cock.
And then he pulled me upright, hands cupped under my breasts. Chance had put us at that moment in direct line of a mirror where our images blurred in the dim light. “Look in the mirror,” he said in my ear with his voice no higher than a growl. I didn’t or couldn’t look, loath to see the grimace from coming, the sweaty hair, the round tummy.
He gently (more gently than usual) grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled so my chin tilted up. “Look in the mirror,” he demanded. “Look at the pretty girl getting fucked.”
I had no choice but to look, and for just a brief moment I caught a glimpse of her too.
People are always the most beautiful when all their guards are down. Then we take pictures and pick them apart and judge ourselves for our freedom and less-than-perfect bodies later. It’s sad. It’s also the reason I’ve stopped letting people take my picture and putting it on Facebook. I’ll never get a boyfriend with how stupid the internet makes me look.
Mmmm I love watching myself getting fucked in the mirror.
It is hawt.
Happy days :-)
Well done! Lucky you. You saw yourself as your readers see you.
That was such a beautiful post. Thank you. What a treat to read your blog. I love it with a passion and I think you are beautiful too.
How amazing it would be to see ourselves through our lover’s eyes.
Beautiful post AAG
I’m glad you saw her. I hope you see her more often.
great writing, aag. i can’t wait for the book.
But did this marathon involve cheesecake?
In a word, yes.
:)
“Look in the mirror,” he demanded. “Look at the pretty girl getting fucked.”
I had no choice but to look, and for just a brief moment I caught a glimpse of her too.
Oh. How poignant.
yum YUM
I read cautiously, unsure of the effect that being unfucked might have on my sensitivity to poignancy, but i am reassured, if still a little lonesome.
Beautiful post, AAG. Thanks for sharing :)
xo~sadie
Wow.
Oh, what a beautifully written post. Thank you.
(And I’m jealous.)
I second the jealousy. And I refuse to ever settle for less than that [again].
I do love mirrors during sex. And I’ll bet you did too when you saw yourself.
I love fucking in front of a mirror. It makes me feel exposed and vulnerable.
Is “woman” ever uttered during sex? Is it always “girl”? Not that I mind, but I do wonder.
Of course sex, especially really dirty great sex, is usually about dominance and that can be easily expressed through language…but still, the feminist side of me tires of “getting fucked,” even though I do always play the submissive role.
Would a woman ever express her dominance by saying “boy”? I don’t think I could. And can a man express his dominance while using “woman”? Or must he say “girl”? Hmmmmmm….
Anyway, AAG, I’ve been a longtime lurker….you’ve been in my Google Reader for so long!! Your posts always hit close to home; especially ones about family. Thank you for sharing those difficult and painful parts of your life. You’re helping me figure out how to navigate through my own troubles, hopefully toward reconciliation (family, sexual, etc…).
Thank you so much!!!
I’ve never seen the woman that you saw, but a hear her voice when I read her blog. Great post, thanks AAG.
It can take a lifetime to catch a glimpse of the pretty girl in the mirror.
A short post that speaks volumes.
This was the most poetic thing I’ve read in a long time.
Thank you.
Would a woman ever express her dominance by saying “boy”?
No. Professional Dommes express their dominance by saying “girl”.
When topping a man, most Dommes will dress him up as a girl, or “sissy boy”. And they’ll call him “girl”.
The “girl” thing is because of our Daddy/baby dynamic.
:)
mmmm… oh my.
Again… sounds eerily familiar… :)
haaaaa,,,,,,,, I don’t get it! Who’s the other girl with him? Arrrrrgh! lol :)