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Self portrait in mirror in red room

“Stand over there, by the mirror. Now face me. I want to look at you.”

My fingers dance along the neck line of my dress

“Stop fidgeting. I just want to look at you.”

You sit back in the chair in the corner of the room and appraise me. You eyes travel slowly from my face, down my neck before halting their journey at my breasts. I drop my shoulders slightly in an attempt to make my tits stand out just that little bit more. Your eyes instantly flick back to meet mine as you say

“Don’t do that”

Satisfied I have heard the warning in your voice you continue on, your eyes wandering over me, slowly but with an intensity that makes me blush. I am fully clothed and yet the way you look at me makes me feel utterly exposed. You take your time. The heat in the room suddenly feels intense and I can feel tiny little beads of sweat starting to erupt across my brow and above my mouth. I want to wipe them away but the warning tone in your last statement keeps my hands firmly by my side.

With a twist of your finger you indicate to me to turn around. I do so with an inner sigh of relief in the belief that if I cannot see you looking at me then it won’t feel quite so intense but you have other ideas.

“Step to your left slightly, now look up. A bit more”

In the mirror you meet my gaze.

“Perfect.” You mutter,

It can only have been a matter of minutes, maybe 5 at the most but it feels like forever as if time has slowed, intensifying everything. The look in your eyes as you consume me makes my breath catch in my throat and my heart quicken. Beneath the outward look of lust somewhere deep in the darkness of your eyes I can see your appetite for my destruction gather force. I wonder if you notice my jaw tense as I grit my teeth in an attempt to mask the smile that is trying to form on my lips Eventually you rise from the chair and walk over to stand behind me

“Ready?” you inquire and I can feel your breath on the back of my neck as you speak

I nod my affirmation at your reflection in the mirror

“Good, let’s go. I’m hungry”

We leave the room. The door clicks shut behind us and we walk, hand in hand towards the elevator. Beneath my dress, inside my panties, I am hungry too and all you have done so far is just look at me.

Self portrait in mirror in red roomA - z Blogging challenge

  • Molly Moore - Author, Blogger, Photographer, Speaker, Director of Operations @Eroticon Find me in my corner of the internet at Molly's Daily Kiss and on Twitter @mollysdailykiss

  • Show Comments (4)

  • Marie Rebelle

    Sigh… fabulous!

    Rebel xox

  • Mrs TeePot

    That would make me hungry too! I was squirming just reading it!

  • Cammies on the Floor

    so fucking hot, I love the slow build of anticipation moments and you described this so well

  • Velvet Rose

    It’s amazing isn’t it how just being looked at can be so intense!

    Velvet x

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