Erotic Story: One-man show

I silently look at myself in the mirror. The strap of my bra hangs playfully over my shoulder and my panties are tight around my butt. It’s been a long time since I looked at myself so closely, but it feels good. A certain calm comes over me, but desire explodes through my body at the same time. I gently caress the skin of my belly, leaving goosebumps and just when I’m about to adjust my bra strap, I get an idea. Without hesitation, I let the strap slide down further, and before I know it I see my right nipple peeking out from the fabric. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and intently examine my nipple in the mirror. In gentle upward movements, I gently run my fingers from my lower abdomen towards the bare patch of skin. When I reach my nipple, I pinch it carefully and sigh excitedly. I briefly check the way my breasts are tucked in my bra and see the imprint of my other nipple becoming more and more visible. I gently caress my hard nipple with the tip of my thumb and before I know it I’ve taken off my bra. Mischievously, I look myself deeply in the eyes and then let them wander over my body again. Over my curves, imperfections and the sensitive spots I am only too eager to touch. I gently start to massage my right breast. I see my posture change by the second. My body loosens, my breathing quickens slightly and lust sparkles in my eyes.

While my left hand attends to my breasts and teases my nipples, I let my right hand gently caress my skin again. Moving further down this time. When I reach my most sensitive spot, I notice that I automatically spread my legs a little further apart. Carefully, I touch myself while looking into the mirror. My skin feels warm and soft and it’s wet between my legs. At the first touch, I feel my nipples reacting. They’re getting even harder. I struggle to control my breathing and I’m frustrated that I can’t see more of myself. Abruptly, I stop and look around the room. Then I sit on the floor in front of the mirror and let my legs fall open. I can see my folds glisten in the mirror. They’re pink, looking soft and yearning to be touched. As I support myself on an elbow, I let my other hand disappear between my legs again. In the mirror, I see my skin react to the touch, and everything seems to get softer and softer. Tantalizingly slowly, I stroke through my folds. It’s a pleasure to watch. All the wetness is spreading between my legs and I struggle not to rush things. This moment feels so intense, I want to enjoy it as long as I can. I slowly slide my fingertips further down and watch how they caress my opening, and even tickle my back hole.

When I can’t go any further, I decide to move closer to the mirror. I don’t know why exactly, but to watch myself so up-close and personal feels powerful. Carefully, I take my clit between my index and middle fingers and do my best to back up a little. If I go too fast now, the party will be over soon. As I look at my wet folds, i lick my lips. Everything is exposed. Every inch of my skin is visible and I can’t wait to play with it. Then, I carefully let the tip of my middle finger slide inside. I’m so wet that it’s audible. When I withdraw my finger, the tip is glistening. I moan softly as I push the finger inside again, deeper this time. I take time feeling my warm and soft insides and watch as my finger disappears deeper and deeper inside. I twist my hand into a position that allows me to playfully caress my clit with the tip of my thumb. It takes a little effort, but it’s worth it. My breathing quickens again, and my nipples are poking forward hard now. I wish I had more hands to enjoy myself. I withdraw my fingers and through the mirror look at the spot they just left. They gently circle my clit, just enough to drive me crazy. It seems like my clit is getting bigger with every teasing round. Excited, I sigh deeply and feel my warm breath caress my overheated nipples. I study my breasts for a moment, they’re firm and full. But my attention is drawn to one other spot: between my legs. Again, I let my fingers slide through my heat and two find their way deep inside. I’m so aroused that it feels like my fingers are sucked in. I moan softly as I watch my lower body react to the touch. I see myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs. My fingers move inside me alternately. Gradually deeper and faster. Both my breathing and heart rate quickens. My skin is drawn tightly around my fingers and I feel my insides continuously adjusting to my movements.

I try to grab my breast with my other hand, but I only half manage. The sound of my juices echoes through the bedroom. I’m going at it so hard, I can smell myself. It feels damp between my buttocks and in the mirror I see a drop running down. Uncontrolled cries escape my mouth and my fingers move faster and faster and with every movement, my insides are feeling more and more like a sponge. I can’t take my eyes off myself. The way my breasts dance back and forth to the movements of my hand, the droplets glistening between my buttocks and my warm insides that I can’t get enough of. This whole image is so inviting. While my fingers have found a rhythm that I can barely keep up with, my clit screams for attention. I vigorously move my fingers back and forth a few times and then abruptly pull back. With firm pressure and at least four fingers I wildly rub my clit. A short scream escapes my mouth, the kind that startles me. It takes effort to keep my gaze fixed on the mirror, but I don’t want to let go of this image. When I play my clit like someone going wild on their guitar strings, my legs start to tremble, I let out a primal scream and my lower body starts to tingle. With the last remaining power in my hands, I wildly play my clit until there’s no escape. In one jerky movement, I spray my mirror, and as I do my best to control my body, I see my insides pulsating. It’s so intense that I can even see my back hole moving along. Completely out of breath and dry-mouthed I lean on my elbows and admire myself. My skin glistens with wetness, there are splashes on the mirror and there’s a small puddle on the floor between my legs. From now on, I’m going to admire myself more often.