Self Reflecting

This morning I woke up outrageously horny, in a sexually-frustrated craze of a mood. I had just had a wet dream. It was the first time I couldn't remember one detail of it. I woke up in the prime of pleasure. As my eyes opened, I felt six continuous thick streams of cum bursting out of me. Afterwards, I lay there, boxers plastered in the warm accidental moistness of an orgasm. One so powerful that I trembled for the days first few minutes of consciousness.

I gathered my composure then headed to the bathroom and began my daily rituals. As I began to undress for the shower, I faced the full-body mirror in front of the door. I couldn't help but notice the intense throbbing waiting to be released from it's own mess. I slowly slid my down my boxers, watching every inch of the throbbing chocolate below my waist be unveiled. The shower was already running. I opened the curtain, stepping into a heavy aura of steam. I closed my eyes and exhaled. I took deep sensual breaths, appreciating every sensation of the warm trickling down on me. This shower felt nothing short of a full-body massage. My body was becoming overly sensitive to any touch at this point.

I held my dick in one hand and lathered it with the other. Every stroke built up thick creamy layers of soap. The more I washed, frequent and intense became the pressure of tingling building up in my shaft. I was in pure bliss, I have a bad habit of long showers. I commited to my final rinse then shut the water off. Standing there, I found myself hornier than I was when I entered. I flicked the water droplets away from my skin and dryed off. Once again, I found myself in front of the full-body mirror in front of the door. Making very strong eye contact with myself, I slowly began to rub lotion over every inch of my existence. I always start at my neck and delicately guide my hands lower. My eyes were beginning to turn me on.

I put more lotion in my hand and gripped my dick. I could feel it jump occasionally, becoming more frequent by the moment. I rolled my my hips and thust my center towards my hand while stroking slowly. My eyes, still glued to the mirror, even my facial expressions were enough to send me over the edge. I passionately gave a long kiss to the glass of my reflection. At this point, I was fully commited to the concept of what seemed like making love to myself. It was now becoming out of my control to hold it in.

I felt my heartbeating in my palm. I locked eyes with myself, now jacking myself away into pure ectasy. Moaning my own name, the expressions on my face became shamelessly revealing. I watched myself be pleasured, helplessly under my own submission. I refused to go easy on this sex partner, especially because it was myself. My stroking was making my arm restless. I got my last serving of lotion and switched hands. I jacked, stroked and moaned for the next two minutes, then exploded all over the mirror. P.S. My first story, hope you liked it.