This is my first time licking my dry cum off of a mirror in front of another person, in a ritual created for such purpose. We were photographed by my epic lover Day. What you are seeing in the photo is me relaxing into self acceptance under Elle’s affirming gaze. Though her witness, she is helping guide me into my selfsexuality…right then, right there…into myself, she, initiatrix. In that delicate space i turned my longing for her to toward myself …relaxed into my own love… such beauty wave leads to another...
postscript sunday 18…
mind spun around the idea that i published this (both audio and writing)… i retreated to my bedchamber. with some persuasion or seduction, i penetrated myself…and went exploring with my clitstick…tongue fucked my seashell…and held my gold mirror, kano’s mirror, at full arm’s length, looking down at my face. though shadowy and a little blurry, my whole psyche knew what was happening. i have my mirror in my hand, and my eyes gaze back at the scene i’m creating, and some voice in my eyes says moan deeply, now’s the time. (love is bold.) and my voice touching sound summons water up from the well of my pleasure. i want to keep smelling my old cum through my orgasm, i know this, and I want to watch, so that leaves my hand as my receptacle…the one i’m using as a snatch. I’m listening to…a digital representation of my voice describe cum mirror as cunt, such a delicate analysis…Yoni herself sitting there holding the thing toward me. (no more pussy is the most embarrassing angle…) …my orgasm from this notion is outrageous. i let my voice give way, imagining my neighbor’s girlfriend, Missy La, can hear me cry out as i accept that I want her to. I’m splayed as i watch my face melt and ripple and spill into my palm, and then all at once my mouth is full and swimming.
postscript teudsay 20
krissy…no boundary, just an understanding. she was there to help me get into myself.
