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Making Love To An Absolutely Gorgeous Woman

I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not.

(This is a censored version of the story. If you want to see this gorgeous woman in the flesh, shoot me an email at xtinesteven@gmail.com)

Help me out, readers. Was I just imagining things? I need to know.

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I was looking at this beautiful woman in the mirror. I was lusting after her. Can you blame me? Have you ever seen anyone half as beautiful?

I wanted something that was impossible, I knew that.

I wanted her to come to life and make love to me.

I wanted to make love to her.

I know, I’ve read about Narcissus. He fell in love with his own reflection. Don’t try to warn me about that, because it’s past praying for. I fell in love with this babe a long time ago.

Only recently have I started to act on this passion though. Because I was ashamed. It is frowned upon. It is called being “self-enamored” or “self-involved.”

Fine, call it that. I don’t care.

But just help me out. You were there, invisible readers, throughout this whole narrative. You were living in my house and observing me naked in front of mirrors, falling head over heels in love with myself.

Were you falling love with me, too? Are you getting turned on by this image of me, for example? Do you have a hard-on, if you are a male? Are you wet, females? Looking at me in my private reverie, loving on myself in the mirror.

I’m going to give you a warning, invisible readers. What is about to unfold in this story is about the most erotic thing that ever existed. Only continue if you think you can handle maximum sexual arousal.

I mean maximum.

Because I was so horny for this girl, my pussy was a swamp. There were crocodiles and cobras living in that swamp. There were all kinds of wiggling stuff going on as I looked at her, so gorgeous. So sexy. So perfect.

“You’re perfect,” I told her. I didn’t know if she heard. But she seemed to smile. Or did I imagine it, readers? Did you see her smile when I told her how perfect she was?

I knew it was not going to be easy to accomplish — bringing the woman in the mirror to life, to begin with. That was hard enough. It was going to take some serious magic.

But then after I brought her to life, what guarantee was there that she was going to even be into me? Not every woman has lesbian feelings after all. And let’s face it, I really knew very little about that woman, apart from her looks. She never spoke to me. I spoke to her, but she never spoke back.

She was a good kisser, I knew that much. I mean I kissed her on the lips all the time. She never gave me tongue, though. That was what made me think she might not have been all that gay.

But God she was beautiful. Don’t you agree? I would get so wet flirting with her and even those little pecks on the lips really got me aroused. Afterwards I would go get naked and lie down and masturbate just to relieve the tension.

Many times I tried to pull her out of the mirror and drag her into my bedroom. But I always found myself alone on the bed. 😒 Why did she resist me!

What I wanted more than anything was to get naked and lie down with her. To touch her. To suck her boobs. To eat her pussy. To lick her ass. To put my fingers in her pussy. And for her to do the same. I wanted to make her cum and I wanted her to make me cum too. I wanted to have a simultaneous orgasm with myself. I know, it sounds crazy.

I wanted to lick my own ass. And I was terrible at yoga so that wasn’t going to happen? Or was it?

I wanted to sixty-nine myself. Is that even possible?

Or even better, to sit on my own face. Oh gosh, that was my dream. My number one dream. To be able to sit on my own face!

You have to have a dream, right?

Then one day, I thought I broke through the resistance. I said a magic spell that my friend Ashley, who is a witch, taught me.

It was just like Snow White — the mirror got all ripply and blurry and when the ripples went away, there she was — my other half, standing before me in the flesh.

I practically wet my pants.

“Hello!” I exclaimed. “Is it really you, Christine?”

“Yes, it’s really me, Christine! I’ve been wanting to meet you in the flesh for so long!”

“Me too!” I cried. “I’m crazy about you!”

“I’m crazier about you!” she claimed.

But as we embraced suddenly, I felt a burning pain. My god! The passion was so strong between us that we were actually on fire.

“Help!” I screamed.

I ran into my bedroom and locked the door. I didn’t want to see that woman. She was too powerful.

We’re just very tame beings, here in our realm. But these beings that come from the other realm are incredibly overwhelming, energetically speaking. I couldn’t handle it.

I didn’t look at the mirror for weeks.

Eventually I started looking at the mirror and I became infatuated once again.

But I couldn’t get her to come out of the mirror any more. She was being aloof. Maybe I offended her somehow. I don’t know.

I remembered another spell that my friend Ashley told me. I blew on the mirror and said the magic words.

The mirror opened up. There she was.

“Come on!” she said. “Let’s go out!”

And so that’s when I had my first date with myself. We spent a whole day together and it was so awesome.

We drove together into the city first. This is us in the car together, see?

But at this department store we visited, I lost her. I don’t know what happened. I thought for a second that maybe she was never really there with me and I had been imagining the whole thing.

But then I went out into the street and I saw her in the window. Thank God!

“Let’s get out of the city,” she said. “Let’s go for a walk in the country together, Chrissy, just me and you. Holding hands and kissing and stuff.”

God that sounded so great.

But we were hiking and suddenly it happened again. She was gone.

I walked down to this pond. It was a beautiful pond. And guess what! There she was, that beautiful Christine.

She looked so gorgeous. I couldn’t believe it.

“Why do you keep disappearing?” I asked her.

“Why do YOU keep disappearing?” she countered.

“Let’s make a vow not to disappear any more,” I said.

We agreed that if we got right in the water and stayed close together we wouldn’t lose each other again.

We held onto each other so tight in the pond and we told each other that we loved each other for the first time. It was a really sweet moment.

“I love you so much, Christine,” I said.

“I love you, too, Christine,” she said.

And we kissed and stuff.

“I really want to go home and make love,” I said.

“Wow, you move fast,” she said.

“I want to sit on your face,” I admitted. “Is that possible?”

“Anything’s possible,” she said. “But I’m kinda old-fashioned. I like to take it slow.”

“I’m not like that,” I said. “I like to fuck right away.”

“Well, you’re going to have to wait,” she said. And she gave me a sweet kiss so I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long. She would give into my charms eventually.

Well, basically we did a lot of heavy petting over the next few days and weeks. She wasn’t kidding. She really did like to take it slow. As long as I just touched or kissed her boobs she was OK. But anytime I got near her pussy she got so nervous that I would get scared and stop.

One time I couldn’t stop myself. I finally touched her pussy, the promised land. I made it to her pussy at last!

The pussy of Christine Stevens that I had dreamed about for so long.

I wondered then. Maybe we weren’t meant to have actual sex together. Maybe the universe was too fragile and if you actually had sex with yourself, the fabric of time and space would shatter.

Or maybe I had been forgetting to take my meds and was on a manic high or something.

What do you think, readers? Have I been imagining this whole thing? Or have I really made contact with my own reflection?

Stay tuned for the answer to this question and more erotic exploration of my self.