Fucking in the Mirror

When my partner moved into his current place the wardrobe had a mirror on the door. The room is small and the only place he could put his bed meant it reflected the bed. I was thrilled. He was not, until he was.

You see, I’m an exhibitionist, shocking I know, but he isn’t. I have been comfortable with being naked and on display for years but my partner has never been so comfortable with his body for one reason or another. So the thought of seeing himself naked and fucking in the mirror did not fill him with joy. It wasn’t easy to hide from that mirror, not impossible but certainly not easy.

And then one day he caught his reflection. He might have been fucking me, maybe I was on top, perhaps I was blowing him. What I do remember is that after that there were times he would tell me that to look in the mirror, he would tell me that he enjoyed watching in the mirror as I blew him. We enjoyed watching each other and ourselves. It became part of our sex life.

I love seeing his body on top of mine, not just feeling but watching his hands on me. I love that his confidence has grown and knowing that part of it was that mirror. I don’t know what changed in him or exactly how it changed but it happened like the turn of a light switch. That day he saw something, was it something more than just his body and something deeper? Perhaps. Maybe one day I’ll ask him. Or maybe I’ll just enjoy that he loves the us, naked with arms and legs wrapped around each other in that mirror.

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