The mirror

As I looked at my naked body in the mirror, I let my gaze glide over every single curve and contour. My eyes lingered on my breasts, which were plump and tantalizing. The nipples were already hard and erect, ready to be brought to life by gentle touches. I felt a mixture of pride and desire as I admired the soft roundness of my breasts.

My gaze drifted lower to my stomach, which was flat and taut. I could feel the muscles beneath the smooth skin, tensing slightly with every movement. My hands gently stroked my stomach as I savored the sensations this touch triggered in me. A slight tingling sensation spread through my body and I could feel my arousal slowly increasing.

My hips were narrow and elegant, connected to the soft curves of my bottom. I looked at my ass extensively, admiring the round shapes and the firmness it radiated. The smooth skin felt warm and seductive under my fingertips and I could smell my own scent in the air, stimulating my senses even more.

Finally, I lowered my gaze to the area between my thighs. My swollen labia were surrounded by a hint of wet excitement. I could smell the sweet scent of my own lust, which excited me even more. My body demanded to be touched, to be satisfied.

I opened my thighs slightly to get a better view of my most intimate part. My fingers slid over my sensitive clitoris, which was already swollen and receptive to touch.

As I looked at my naked body in the mirror, my thoughts ran through my mind. What would it be like to be watched by an unknown man? The idea of his eyes resting on my body while I undressed excited me in a whole new way.

I imagined him standing there, hidden from view, devouring me with greedy glances. His eyes would wander over my breasts, slide down my stomach and finally between my spread thighs. The thought of him watching my most intimate moments made me feel a mixture of shame and desire.

As my fingers glided over my skin, I imagined him slowly creeping closer, barely able to control his lust. His hands, strong and firm, would touch my heated skin, holding me close while he explored me with his lips. The thought of him pleasuring me with his mouth almost drove me out of my mind.

My imagination became wilder and bolder. I imagined him taking me with a relentless passion, possessing my body and using me for his pleasure.

I could feel the heat inside me intensifying with every breath. My movements became faster, more intense, while I imagined that he was watching me as I surrendered to my lust. The idea that he was watching my climax made me come even harder. My moans became louder, my body shook with ecstasy and I secretly wished that my fantasy would come true.

It was a forbidden but incredibly exciting idea that undressing would not be the end of it. But at that moment, it was only my imagination that was driving me into the abyss of lust.