Mirror erotic stories from adult women who like to watch themselves during sex. Reflections, angles, and seeing their own faces at the moment it happens.
The denim shirt is on the bed and I am in the silk slip, camera on the dresser, telling the phone what the mirror already knows. Josh stands behind me.…
The pen was on the sink because I had put it there, a washable marker from the drugstore, the kind that gives up under soap. Navy tee, coat long since…
After the set my ears rang in the polite way. Headphones on the deck, silver jacket off, black top stuck to my back. The room had emptied to staff and…
