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Mirror

24 Jun

She stands before the mirror.

Her reflection is the same and yet she knows something inside herself has changed.  She had expected to see the evidence in the face of the slightly pensive woman staring back at her, but there is none.  Except perhaps a slight blush in her usually pale cheeks.

She raises her chin and flicks her long black hair over her shoulders.  She is aware of a pulse dancing beneath the skin of her throat.  The room is as silent as a church.  She feels holy and profane at the same time. She feels like she did her first day at school.  Excited and afraid, and slightly awed, all at once.

She unties her gown, opens it and lets it fall from her shoulders.  As it glides to the floor it brushes her skin like a soft caress .  She is wearing nothing beneath.

She is not ashamed of her body and yet, even though she is completely alone, she has never felt so exposed.  She interlocks her fingers behind her back and places her feet a shoulders width apart as he has instructed.

It as if she has undressed for him.  In front of him. And yet he is not there.  He cannot see her.  There is no camera running. There are no stills to be taken.  He has simply told her to do this.  He wants no proof that she has complied.

As the allotted minutes tick away she becomes aware that her breathing has quickened.  She can hear the blood pumping steadily through her veins.  Her nipples have hardened and there is a slight but definite ache in her lower belly.  Her mouth is dry.  She knows she is wet.

She has no idea why she has become so aroused.

 

 

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photo discovered on a website without reference to the owner. If it is yours please let me know so I can credit you or take down

 
24 Comments

Posted by on June 24, 2012 in D/s, Erotica, Lovers Past

 

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24 responses to “Mirror

  1. TheOthers1

    June 24, 2012 at 5:56 pm

    The thought of it… I enjoyed this.

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  2. mlbk7

    June 24, 2012 at 6:22 pm

    …but she knows He is there and He controls her every thought and every emotion even when He whispers to her, regardless of the distance. xo~me

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  3. mlbk7

    June 24, 2012 at 7:01 pm

    Yes Sir and to the mysteries of life, love, healing and hope.

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  4. pivoine68

    June 24, 2012 at 10:18 pm

    Mmmm. How arousing. (don’t look now!)

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  5. sextails

    June 26, 2012 at 3:41 pm

    So hot. Nothing better than being totally exposed!

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  6. Romantic Dominant

    June 25, 2014 at 8:56 pm

    Reblogged this on A Faded Romantic's Notebook.

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  7. suzisummer

    June 25, 2014 at 10:44 pm

    The mind and our thoughts are the greatest of all erogenous zones. Beautifully written. x

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  8. Heartafire

    June 25, 2014 at 11:30 pm

    this is good…real good.

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  9. angelamiss15

    June 26, 2014 at 3:47 am

    I get it.

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  10. vishalbheeroo

    June 26, 2014 at 10:43 am

    Now that’s a post that will stir us to reach the orgasmic climax:)

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  11. newsubmissivestranger

    June 26, 2014 at 12:27 pm

    She is aroused because, though He is not there, He SEES her. being seen (truly seen) is enthralling.

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  12. lesliemeeks

    June 26, 2014 at 4:00 pm

    She is proud of her body and she imagines he would be too. She admires it in the mirror. She assumes the position. She imagines him circling her. Her breathing becomes heavy. Her nipples are hard, her sex is wet and her thighs are glistening. Desire has taken control over her.

    Beautifully written RD!!!

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