View from the Mirror
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2/22
I saw myself in the mirror this morning, stepping out of the shower. I was shocked.
How did I get this pale? Why are my thighs so wobbly? 32 years old….what a waste. I really can’t stand to see myself looking this way. I remember being in front of this mirror 10 years ago and smiling smugly. What happened?
3/30
I tried not to look in the mirror – I prefer this to stay impersonal. Easier and better if I don’t see myself. Just get it over with. But of course I finally got curious, and wanted to see how my nipple looked, all engorged like it must be. So I moved in front of the mirror.
And yes, the nipple looked almost an inch long. OK, ½ an inch, maybe ¾. The aureole a nicely dark shade of pink. Everything obviously still working, thank God. The veins in my chest are thick enough to see….and yuck, slightly green. I definitely need a tan.
Oh, need this go on? How can I still play with myself, seeing this?
Oh…oh…
(by the time the orgasm came, I had my eyes tightly closed)
6/6
Oh my God….look at these eyes. Get the Visine! And what’s with the hickey right in the middle of my throat?! Wow, must’ve been a FUN night last night!! It’s a shame I don’t know what the hell happened, though.
6/11
I am glowing, ecstatic. I see beauty when I look at myself. Oh, what a night this is gonna be!! Gotta put the lipstick on just right….even though he’s gonna kiss it off within five minutes. And the smoky sexy eyeliner, give him that fuck me look.
I kiss the mirror. You go, girl.
10/5
The big day. Oh, but it’s a pretty dress, even though it’s off-white and rather loose in the middle. And the flowers in my hair are better than a veil. I really do think so.
So this is it. The day I walk down the aisle. Better pinch my cheeks, I look a little pale.
And nervous.
It’s not too soon. Really. It’ll all work out fine. I look beautiful. It’ll all work out fine.
I kiss the mirror. You go, girl.
I try to give her the high five, but she’s already gone. Out of the bathroom, down the aisle, leaving me here in the mirror, while she goes on her honeymoon and never comes back to this bathroom…to me….for me to see.
She’s gone.
I saw myself in the mirror this morning, stepping out of the shower. I was shocked.
How did I get this pale? Why are my thighs so wobbly? 32 years old….what a waste. I really can’t stand to see myself looking this way. I remember being in front of this mirror 10 years ago and smiling smugly. What happened?
3/30
I tried not to look in the mirror – I prefer this to stay impersonal. Easier and better if I don’t see myself. Just get it over with. But of course I finally got curious, and wanted to see how my nipple looked, all engorged like it must be. So I moved in front of the mirror.
And yes, the nipple looked almost an inch long. OK, ½ an inch, maybe ¾. The aureole a nicely dark shade of pink. Everything obviously still working, thank God. The veins in my chest are thick enough to see….and yuck, slightly green. I definitely need a tan.
Oh, need this go on? How can I still play with myself, seeing this?
Oh…oh…
(by the time the orgasm came, I had my eyes tightly closed)
6/6
Oh my God….look at these eyes. Get the Visine! And what’s with the hickey right in the middle of my throat?! Wow, must’ve been a FUN night last night!! It’s a shame I don’t know what the hell happened, though.
6/11
I am glowing, ecstatic. I see beauty when I look at myself. Oh, what a night this is gonna be!! Gotta put the lipstick on just right….even though he’s gonna kiss it off within five minutes. And the smoky sexy eyeliner, give him that fuck me look.
I kiss the mirror. You go, girl.
10/5
The big day. Oh, but it’s a pretty dress, even though it’s off-white and rather loose in the middle. And the flowers in my hair are better than a veil. I really do think so.
So this is it. The day I walk down the aisle. Better pinch my cheeks, I look a little pale.
And nervous.
It’s not too soon. Really. It’ll all work out fine. I look beautiful. It’ll all work out fine.
I kiss the mirror. You go, girl.
I try to give her the high five, but she’s already gone. Out of the bathroom, down the aisle, leaving me here in the mirror, while she goes on her honeymoon and never comes back to this bathroom…to me….for me to see.
She’s gone.
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