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Oct 29, 2015

Mirrors, More Mirrors. {gay}


[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled them blips in some of the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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I use to think that mirrors on the walls and such were so dated and belonged in the past until I realized that my new boyfriend always ended up facing the same direction when we had sex.
He was looking at us in the full-length mirror that I had next to my closet. It was one of the only two mirrors I had in my apartment.

Then I started to look in the mirror too. I looked at everything about him. His raised back. His bouncing ass. His swinging cock when he wasn't jerking himself off, and when he was jerking himself off.

Then I looked into his face and I saw even more. What he felt within himself. What I was causing him to feel. How he liked it. How he wanted more. How he wanted me.

Now I can't look into his face until we are close to coming because seeing all that makes me cum. I explode and break at the same time.

I feel like possessing him. Marking him. Keeping him. Making sure he would never want to leave me and I cum. Hard.

My toes curl. My breathing hurts. Cum is shot from me like it was being pulled out of my soul. I hear him moan and I dare to open my eyes to look at him and my whole body shudders.

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Tumblr Post With Photo

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