Offsite Erotica: Mirror, Mirror
I found this yummy little blog in my referral tracker. Kat’s a fellow Niteflirt phone sex gal and stocking fetishist, a true erotic hypnotic class act. And she writes like this:
I tell Lorraine that I have on my black slip, the diamond earrings.
“That’s all?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, get in front of the mirror, Mel.”
“I am in front of the mirror. What?”
“I want you to put a finger up there. Come on, just one.”
“Lorraine –” I sound like I’m about to refuse. But I do it. Of course I do it. And yes, it’s warm, it’s wet. It was getting caught up in the excitement of having a reason to get next to a good silky clean and new pair of panties, a pair of panties that hadn’t gotten de-elasticized in the wash, that was never subject to an errant period, a totally pristine pair of panties like you want a man to see you in who has never seen you in your underwear before. It was getting warm thinking about Jeff, and how he smells freshly washed and dabbed with the cologne he, no doubt, wants me to think he smells like all the time. New people, new bodies, the fear of the unfamiliar, maybe.
(keep reading Kat’s delicious lesbian phone sex erotica piece Mirror, Mirror…)
