Posted by: alphafemme | October 18, 2009

Fucking in the mirror

There’s a mirror at the foot of my bed. It wound up there by accident — the movers just happened to lean it agaisnt the wall there back in July, and I haven’t touched it since. It’s not even hanging; it’s just sitting on the floor, minding its own business, angled slightly upward so that it appears to be looking casually at the bed.

The bed itself is low to the ground, and the mirror being rather large, what this means is that for the past few months, everything I do that happens in my bed is reflected back to me.

I fuck her doggy-style facing the window, so we can both look sideways and watch each other’s reflections in the mirror — she watches me thrusting, I watch her back arch and her breasts bounce. I sit at the foot of the bed, legs spread, as she sits back to the mirror and licks my pussy — I look down and see her face buried in me and her eyes swimming up at me, and I look up and watch my own pleasure, see her as if from behind, an observer of our own live-action porn. She rides me, the strength of my own core propping me up as I grasp her hips and help her pump up and down, and I’m thrusting too (the best work out there is) — and she faces the mirror while she rides me so she gets the same view of herself that I always get to see from this position, her body tight, her legs apart, her cunt wet and open and welcoming my cock. She squirts this way, she can watch herself squirt, and she climbs over my face and watches in the mirror as she comes in my mouth, and it spills out of my mouth and over my face and my hair because she keeps coming and it’s too much for me to swallow. And the mirror catches it all.

That mirror has made me see and made me believe that I look hot fucking. It’s like, wow, we look like porn artists! Look at us! Our bodies are  sexy and our faces reveal tension and beauty and ecstasy and lust. My slightly crooked spine? Totally not apparent. The small breasts I’m so self-conscious of? They look good. In a way, that mirror encourages me to break out of my mind when we’re fucking, because it can make me think, “what would I do now if I were in a porn movie?” and so the sex I have becomes the sex I’d like to watch. It helps me be less self-conscious, watching us in the mirror. Who’d’ve thought.

That mirror is amazing. It never really occurred to me (beyond perhaps the vaguest thought, not even formed enough to have words) to put it there before, and I am so grateful to the movers that they put it there. Sometimes I wonder whether they knew what they were doing, and knew they were doing me a favor by putting it there. Or whether they assumed I’d want it there. Probably they weren’t thinking at all. That mirror is leaning as if an afterthought. But I’m certainly not planning on hanging it up anytime soon.

Anyone else have thoughts or stories about sex and mirrors? I know I’m not the only one…

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  1. i once spent a small amount of time in a bedroom with a full mirrored wall. it was, i must say, pretty awesome.

    also, i recently became aware that they make headboards with mirrors in them. somehow i’ve only ever seen them in super-stuffy expensive bedroom sets. it’s like a built in excuse: “oh, indeed, don’t you think it looks so sophisticated?” “we loved the way this headboard matches the trim. the mirror really makes the room feel bigger.” (p.s. “we like to watch ourselves fuck”). they amuse me.

  2. I like your take on this. A mirror helps see every detail, and being as detail-oriented as I am? I love it.

    My experience with mirrors has been, well, amazing. I like seeing things in the mirror that I can’t see otherwise. It increases my awareness of the entire experience: what my body looks like, what her body looks like, how they move in tandem … and knowing these things makes me, in my opinion, a more attentive lover. I’d recommend it to anyone.


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