A reoccurring visit

Crystal blue eyes look back from the mirror. Her reflection almost seeming to be questioning the one who is looking. For so many times Maria remembers now standing in front of the wooden mirror attached across her shower. When she had started this routine she had cursed Him. Blaming Him for every single time that He popped into her head. To know that He had saved her and thrown her in an ice cold black ocean. An ocean where she felt confronted by what she wanted. Where she felt that that He had made her wants have a war with what she needed. To feel like there should be a difference between the two, since she never felt like her wants had ever been connected with what she needed.

Though the second day when she had stood in front of the mirror. Her eyes touched by a slight color of red. She knew that she wasn’t feeling the urge to look Him up anymore. Her mind felt free of Him. Meaning that He had done what she asked of Him. Freeing her of this filthy addiction to be bitten. She felt a shiver then going through her body. Almost as if a serpent has slithered inside of her. Making her feel incredibly unprotected for some weird reason. The whole warm feeling she had experienced. The easy thing that came from another person taking her responsibilities of her shoulders. It was gone. Leaving her body to feel a bit weak.

A long day at work. Her face had this somewhat tired expression. She tried to smile in the mirror, but honestly it was a vacant smile. One she would show one of her customers. Maria remembered how she had smiled when she had walked in front of Him. Courting him in a manner to take the lead. To take charge of her so she can relax. That’s what she convinces herself. It is just for her to relax IF it would happen again.

The fourth day comes by as she stood in the mirror. It had been a great day since that day she got to speak with one of her clients. She told herself that as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her expression staying somewhat mildly the same. She put on a determined face. The determined face looked back. Her thoughts racing to what she could be missing. Her mind stumbling on a thought she felt almost immediately disgusted with. She wanted to tell Him about it. To share her glee with this one person she thought about wanting to forget.

The next day convinced her almost to go. It would be just to feel His presence. Just to know that He really existed. Yearning to just feel like her thoughts were partly His. Just for a moment. It wouldn’t do any specific harm to just be close to him. Her mind felt a bit fuzzy after that, so she decided to just go early to bed.

Work was okay, though the details were a bit vague on the sixth day. It was also at that day that Maria felt herself thinking about ways to tell Him that she was sorry. That she had made a mistake by running away from Him. That it were just the emotions. And while her lips moved. Saying it also out loud to the mirror. Her eyes focussed on her own eyes. She removed the jacket she was wearing. The sound of fabric hitting the ground was what filled the silence of the bathroom for a moment. As Maria also slid her pants to the ground. Keeping her eyes completely there. At the light blue orbs. She knew she had to pay Him back for her behavior, it made sense in her mind.

Completely lost in time she had been staring into her own eyes for an hour. Wearing only a simple white bra and black panties. It didn’t feel too bad to just stand there and look into the eyes of the mirror. It was as if the mirror image was making her only a small bit relaxed. Only fueling a fire to go and meet the real thing. Though it wasn’t because she was addicted or anything. He had of course fixed her and she was glad that he did. In all truth He needed to be rewarded for His kindness. And perhaps He could make her feel joyfully relaxed again. And so, after she had somewhat woken up from her midnight trance, the woman laid herself on her bed and fell asleep.

The seventh day

A week ago she could have just written it off as a psycho maniac controlling her actions. She could still blame that guy for the addiction she has had. The need she felt for such a long week. A **** week that lead up to her being bitten again. To feel His hands on her. To feel so intimate with someone…like she had never experienced. For her nerves to feel an intensity she hadn’t expected she could ever achieve. Always thinking to herself that sexual intimacy wasn’t for her.

Now she stands in front of her mirror. The mirror being a little foggy as drops of water wander down from her collar bone. Sliding down her marble white flesh. Goosebumps rolling down to her chest. Her apple sized breasts heaving up and down in a calm dazed breath. Her small pink buttons pointing straight forward . Her body seems to have cooled down since it has left the shower. Her mind only preoccupied with one thing as her red towel lay needlessly on the ground. She needed to have another visit. She needs it tonight.