The power of the imagination is incredible,
as this letter will attest.
What is your favorite fantasy?
What gets you aroused, every time?
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I have a recurring fantasy in which a mirror plays a major role. I picture myself naked, approaching a body length mirror mounted on the wall. I see my pale skin, my skinny frame. I see the nest of dark pubic hair between my legs. The soft pale worm of my flaccid penis dangles there, unimpressive when unaroused.
I smirk. I know how much it grows. I feel the first flush of pleasure in the knowledge of how surprising my erection can be to a first time viewer. I remember times where I waited until I was totally limp, small and cold, before disrobing to begin my seduction. The look of uncertainty on her face as I encourage her to touch it, stroke it. The incredulous shock that grows on her face even as my cock grows, and still grows.
Once a woman asked me, “When does it stop!?” with a pleased laugh.
I am well endowed, and this pleases me, because clothed, I am not much to look at. Bony, long and narrow limbed, hunched of shoulder, long-necked with a large Adam’s apple. Truly, an awkward storklike man. I have very large hands and feet. I find this makes it more believable, when I plant the idea in a woman’s head that I might be well hung. She looks at the parts she can see, the hands with the long, strong fingers, the long feet, the prominent nose, and she thinks, “Perhaps the rest of him, too?” A woman’s curiosity about a man’s penis will often get her into bed when she has misgivings about the rest.
So I look into the mirror, and I am satisfied with what I see, because I have discovered how to use it to best advantage. The warmth of my self-regard is spreading through me, now, and my erection begins to grow. I step closer to the mirror.
The man in the mirror looks me in the eye. His dark pupils dilate. He watches me as hungrily as I watch him. I see the flush of arousal on him, watch him reach for his manhood. He strokes it unconsciously. I feel myself grow in my hand as I watch him grow, and I know that he is feeling what I am feeling.
His testacles dangle loosely. I watch them tighten up towards his body as his ardour grows. Knowing his eyes are on my genitals thrills me.
I step closer still.
The head of my cock touches his. Natural lubrication leaks from our tips, mingles.
I glance up to find a smirk on his face. He turns away from me, glances back over his shoulder. Leaning forward, he braces himself on the wall behind the mirror and spreads his legs, presenting his ass to me.
I grip the base of my throbbing cock. My pulse makes it judder and bounce with every beat of my heart. He slowly flexes his ass cheeks, baiting me.
I step into the mirror.
My hands grip the mirror image of my own hips as I pull his furnace heat back against my crotch. My skin sticks slightly to his skin, which is my skin. I feel the sensation of touch, doubled, both sides at once. Toucher, and touched. I am sweating, eager. I press the head of my cock against his asshole. I feel my asshole pucker, resist. A shiver of anticipation prickles my skin. I feel the goosebumps raise beneath my hands.
I spit on the head of my cock, rub the slippery saliva around his asshole with my fingers. My own asshole twitches at the slick sensation, and I force it to relax. His anus opens to my cock. I press inside, slowly, and feel my cock gripped by the hot vice of his asshole. I feel his cock enter me, pushing past the tightness of my sphincter and probing deeply. I thrust and receive simultaneously. I take and am taken.
In the mirror, I pump my cock into his ass even as I am taking his cock in my ass.
The culmination is an overwhelming concatenation of sensation. The spurting jets of cum leap forth, and I spill my seed inside him. I feel the hot liquid as it fills me. The pulsing of his cock as he thrusts and groans in his pleasure. The slick grip of his asshole as it milks the final drops from me. The shaking in my knees in his knees. The tightness in my stomach in his stomach. The hand reaching around to grasp his cock my cock as it strokes him me to another bucking orgasms and he empties himself into me as I empty myself into him again.
I step back from the mirror.
Seperate from the fantasy.
Sex with myself.
My semen slides slowly towards the floor.
This is my favorite fantasy,
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