Your Reflection

The full-length mirror stands dauntingly in front of you.  I have you stand in front of it.  There is a moment of awkwardness as tell you to stare at yourself.  What do you see? A handsome, rugged man, dressed casually.  You know what looks good on you…what accents those clear blue eyes and massive, gorgeous head of salt and pepper hair.   Do you see a man vulnerable…fully clothed at this point but ready to be taken, ready to let go of his control?

I stand quietly behind you.  My eye peaks out over your left shoulder.  I begin to unbutton your shirt.  I gently remove it, revealing your beautiful tan, hairy, lean chest.  I kiss and lick the area between your clavicle .  I kiss you along you spine, squatting slowly until I am waist level to you.  Then, just as slowly, I undo your belt and unbuckle your pants.  I love the sound the zipper makes.  It is such an innocuous but highly anticipatory sound.  You stand there in your boxers, waiting for what’s next.

You are uncomfortable.  You are naked.  There are no clothes to hide behind.  I keep watching you in the mirror.  My eye never leaves yours.  It feels like hours as you stand there with your arms folded.  It is merely minutes.

I turn to face you.  I press up against you.  Your reflection is now mine.

Music mood:  Lana Del Rey:  “Radio”

“..my life is sweet like cinnamon
Like a fucking dream I’m living in..”

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx