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This is another true story. Enjoy!
D.
It had been a long day at work and I needed to relax. I kicked my shoes into the corner and sat on the bed to pull my socks off. I undid my belt and stood up. I pulled the tails of my shirt out of my pants and walked over to the dresser to stand in front of the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair and leaned forward to look at myself closely. I wished this were your face this close in front of me. The mere thought of you caused a surge between my legs and I felt my manhood pressing outwards against my jeans slightly. I ran my hand up the inside of my thigh and over my slowly growing bulge. Umm ...yes, this is nice. This may need tending to, I thought to myself. Standing in front of the mirror I was reminded of how I enjoyed masturbating in front of the mirrors in my bathroom, pretending I was watching myself through your eyes. I briefly drifted off to all the wonderful, delicious, sensuous , erotic adventures IUve had and how memories of these adventures have been a treasury from which I could excite and stimulate myself. This night I was alone, but was looking forward to giving myself much excitement and pleasure. Masturbation, be it alone or with a partner, was indeed one of lifeUs great erotic pleasures. And I decided that I was going to partake in that pleasure right then and there.
I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket. This was followed by my tee shirt. I turned and looked into the mirror again. I had been back in the weight room during the past few months, this after a four month layoff. I admired how muscle tone was returning to my upper body. Although IUve never been particularly bulky or muscular (as a matter of fact I think IUd qualify as being "lean"), the time I had spent in the gym did much to accentuate my physique. and I enjoyed what I saw in the mirror. I ran my hand across my shoulders and down to the center of my chest. I moved my hand across my chest, pleased with the muscle definition I was developing there. My fingers paused briefly on my nipples, onto which I drew little circles and admired as they stiffened ever so slightly. My nipples are very, very sensitive, but if I applied just the right pressure, I could excite myself greatly there. Which was exactly what I was doing, as I could feel a slight throbbing between my legs. I was also beginning to feel slightly flush and my heartbeat had picked up slightly. I moved my hand down my torso, and across the upper flanks of my pelvis, where I admired my smooth, flat stomach and the sweep my pelvis made into the top of my jeans. I was beginning to get quite excited and the thought of the pleasure I was going to give myself was adding to my heightened sexuality. I could certainly feel my excitement between my legs, where blood was beginning to surge through my penis.Being twilight, the lighting was dim and confusing shadows were being cast throughout the room. For just brief second I could have sworn I saw in the mirror your reflection, sitting in the rocking chair I have next to my bed. I turned around but all that was there was the chair. Your spirit must be with me this evening, I thought to myself. Regardless, this thought caused another swell in my jeans and I ran my hand on the outside of pants, up one thigh, across my growing bulge, and down the other thigh. Yes, I was getting quite excited! I took couple of steps back from the mirror, far enough that I could see most of my body. The dim light accentuated the contours of my muscles and the tone of my skin. I unbuttoned my jeans and allowed them to hang loosely from my hips. The top of my boxers were plainly visible through the V that my open jeans made, as was the growing bulge that my erection was making against the front. I moved the flat of my palm down my lower torso, past the elastic waistband on my shorts, through my curly pubic hair and to the base of my rapidly swelling shaft. My cock was angled downwards slightly and had been pressing outwards against my jeans. With sweep, I brought it around so that it was now pointing upwards. Rearranging the fabric of my shorts, I pulled the engorged length through the slit in front. My cock was now free and exposed ... and standing at full attention. I wrapped my hand fully around the shaft and give myself couple of long, slow, exaggerated strokes. Umm...yes! My jeans had fallen off my waist and I stepped out of them. As I did so I turned to the side. In the reflection in the mirror I saw the outline of my trim body ... and the form of my rigid penis, which I was grasping firmly, proudly. And you were in the mirror too, sitting in the rocking chair. Watching. Umm... You do like to watch donUt you! I pulled down my shorts and was now gloriously naked. It had gotten dark in my room, so I lit several candles and climbed on to my bed, on the side where I could see myself in the mirror. I put several pillows behind me and quickly glanced at the mirror again. There you were! I closed my eyes and imagined what we would be doing if we were together. You would be on top of me, lowering yourself down on to me, impaling your hot pussy onto my rigid cock, thrusting your hips, riding me. As you were doing this you would be rubbing little circles on your clitoris with you fingers, building upon the rhythm of our coupling. I would be holding your breasts with both my hands, pulling them towards my mouth, sucking and nibbling on your stiff nipples. I would then reach behind you to put a finger into your tight ass. The combined stimulations of my finger behind you, my throbbing penis sliding in and out of you, your fingers rubbing your clit, and my mouth sucking on your rigid nipples would bring you to a fierce orgasm and would send me over the edge, causing my cock to throb wildly inside you, shooting my hot cum deep into your womb.
But I was without you this evening. Yet I was doing what I could to give myself I that intense erotic pleasure that I so desired. I lay on my back, firmly stroking my cock, alternating between long, great strokes of the entire shaft, little, short jabs on the head, and twisting massages along the entire length and especially on the cock head. With my eyes closed I was visualizing the image of you riding me, both of us bringing ourselves to mutual orgasmic satisfaction. Oh god! My cock felt so hot and so hard. I was stroking it, pulling on it, twisting it, working my sex into that extreme level of sensuous pleasure that only an orgasm can achieve. And now my fantasy would become reality because I couldnUt hold back any longer! Oh god! I was going to cum. I needed to stroke firmer, faster, harder. Here it is ... Oh god ... my darling one ... let me cum for you ... my cock is shooting hot semen onto my belly and legs and down my hand. Oh ... this is for you... Oh, I wish you were here to see this ... to have this ... to take this ... this is for you.
I looked up into the mirror and ... there you were! You had been watching all along. This was for you.
Once again...thanks, it was a pleasure.
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