Self Reflection From A Dresser Mirror

Dealing with pain on a psychological level was something I had been learning how to do for decades. I was struggling with trying to find work that was steady and worked for me and my career. This has not been easy and caused a lot of stress for me at home. Ander has also been very stressed out. His job has not been easy and being VP of a software company puts a lot of pressure on him. Sure, we had our ways of dealing with our stressors, some fun, some not so fun, but there are times when more is needed. At least for me.

I was laying on my bed listening to the music playing in my blue tooth earbuds. I've been obsessed with this song by FKA called Two Weeks. The song was the perfect description of my sexual energy, and my sexual energy was brimming with desire in my body. I needed relief. My hands went into my pants and under my panties. My pussy was already wet with desire, and I let my fingers tease the slit. I could hear myself gasp as I did this.

The dresser was against the wall in front of the bed, and there was a mirror. When I looked at the mirror as I was gently teasing myself with my fingers, I noticed something strange. A reflection. It was not my reflection either. It was another woman's reflection. I quickly sat up on the bed startled at what I saw. There she was in a black peasant dress, long beautiful hair, with a white streak in the front. She looked at me through the mirror with seductive eyes. They were beckoning to me. I got out of bed and walked towards the mirror. She was smiling now as I walked closer to the mirror.

As I stood in front of the mirror I stared in awe for a while. I finally asked.

"Who are you?"

There was no answer at first. Just a smile from her, her bedroom eyes looking into mine. I put my hand on the mirror and that's when shit got real. The woman in the mirror reached her hand out to me and grabbed on to mine, pulling me through the mirror!

"Whoa, what the fuck!" I exclaimed.

"Shhh. It's OK," she said in a soft voice.

She pulled me through the mirror into her world. It looked exactly like my bedroom, but a little different. The energy was different. It wasn't heavy. It was sweet, and extremely sexual! I felt my nipples get hard when I realized the buzzing energy in my pussy. She took my hand and led me to the bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Giving you what you need," she replied.

I found myself lying on the bed, and she was lying next to me. She turned her head to look at me and then she caressed my face and gave me the sweetest kiss. The kiss felt so good, and I put my arms around her as our tongues explored each other's mouths. She put her hand on my left breast and squeezed gently. She then lifted my shirt while kissing my neck and kissed me between my breasts and I made a gasping sound. She put her lips on my left nipple and kissed it sucking on my nipple gently which inspired a moan from my lips.

"I know this is what you need," she whispered as she kissed down my stomach.

She took my pants down and teased my slit through my panties. I felt my hips start to buck a little. She straddled me and that's when I realized she was wearing nothing underneath her black peasant dress. She pulled my panties down and I lifted my legs to get them off of me. Her bare pussy was now on mine, and she rubbed her hips against me as she straddled me. She was hitting my clit as she played with both my nipples, tweaking them and teasing them with her thumb. Her fingers felt so good on my nipples and her pussy felt amazing rubbing against my wet pussy. I could feel my clit becoming more and more aroused. She then moved lower until her face was between my legs looking at my wet, puffy, pussy.

"Who are you?" I asked breathlessly.

She smiled for a moment and playfully licked my slit making my body shake and my hips buck for relief.

"Who am I?" she responded, her voice sultry.

She licked my pussy, her tongue probing the inside of it, and I moaned loudly.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned.

She was still massaging my breasts as she licked my pussy, finding the clit with the tip of her tongue.

"Who am I?" she said again and then teased my clit with her lips as I shuttered.

"Don't you know who I am?" she asked me as I felt I was going to have a mind splitting orgasm.

"No," I whispered as that was all I could muster from my lips with the pleasure taking over my body.

"I'm Layla," she answered and then kissed my pussy, her tongue probing it again.

My legs opened wider as I wanted to give her more access. I wanted her to eat me my pussy to completion. I needed the orgasmic relief of all the stress I've been internalizing. I needed to feel free. Feeling Layla's hot breaths on my pussy made me feel so good and warm inside. I wanted to cum in her mouth, for her. I wanted to feel my body rise as she fucked me with her tongue. Layla took off her dress. She was naked now. Her beautiful, pale body before me, as her large breasts hung from her chest, her large hard nipples looking like rosebuds. I wanted to suck them. I wanted to taste Layla. Layla rubbed her breasts down my body, and I thought I was going to cum in that moment. I turned over putting Layla under me and started to kiss her passionately as I gently squeezed her breasts and played with her beautiful pink nipples. I felt her pussy get wetter against my leg. I wanted Layla to cum, too. I rubbed my pussy against hers and I could see the pleasure in her face as her mouth was open and her eyes closed.

"You feel so good, Layla."

"I know," Layla whispered.

I then went down to her pussy and took in the scent of her sex. The heat from her pussy could almost be seen. It was like an invisible mist. I put my face in her pussy and licked her hungrily. I wanted to taste her, to breathe her in. I wanted to feel the drug she truly was and get high from the sexual energy she exuded. I took her legs over my shoulders and went to town on her pussy. I licked Layla's clit out of its hood, and it was Layla's turn to gasp from the pleasure I was giving her. I teased her by closing my lips on her clit and shaking my head a little. Layla breathed heavily, almost panting.

"I want to make you cum, Layla," I whispered to her.

"I want to make YOU cum!" Layla moaned loudly.

"That can be arranged," I said as I turned myself around so that my pussy was facing Layla while I continued to eat hers.

Layla turned on her side so that her face could be closer to my wet pussy, and she started to kiss it and lick it as I continued to kiss and lick hers. I gently inserted two fingers into Layla's pussy while I nibbled teasingly on her clit. I gasped when I felt Layla's fingers probe my pussy and her tongue teased my clit. The 69 position was never an easy one for me, but this time, it felt natural. It felt so intimate. Layla knew how to pleasure my pussy just how I liked it. The pleasure seemed infinite; like we were both floating in the universe, just the two of us, eating each other's pussies and becoming one with each other.

I felt Layla's pussy quiver on my tongue and that triggered a response from my pussy as I felt it spasm and tighten.

"Oh fuck, Layla, I'm going to cum soon!" My voice was hoarse and breathy.

"Mmmm....so am I," Layla whispered and then continued fingering my pussy and nibbling on my clit.

Our hips were bucking in each other's faces. We were so close as our breaths became pants. We both moaned loudly as the orgasm took over our bodies. Our bodies shook as we continued to eat each other out and cum harder. I tasted Layla's sweet juices in my mouth as she started to squirt. My orgasm was strong and in waves. I was having more than one. I screamed as the bliss I felt in my heated my body.

We held each other close as I turned the other way to kiss the lips on Layla's face and she kissed mine, tasting each other's juices on our tongues.

I opened my eyes to find myself in front of the mirror on the dresser. My fingers were still in my pussy, and I was covered in sweat, but felt so good and relaxed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

"Nice to meet you, Layla."

The End