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Mirrors, Mirrors on the Wall

I worked out a good many different techniques and often would build my excitement to a very high level by using several different techniques during a single session. I guess this would now be called edging but at the time I had never heard the term. I often started by sitting up in bed and watching a porn movie which still excited me even after seeing it many times. This was accompanied by lots of penis caressing and stroking, sometimes using lube and sometimes not but always resulting in a very stiff hard on.

When I had worked up to a highly excited state, I would get up and walk toward the shower which bounced my rigid penis up and down as I walked. It was pointing straight out from my body and in passing several mirrors, I would stop in front of each of them for a good look. I got a big kick out of looking at my penis in a mirror. In a small dressing room which I passed through on the way to the shower, there were four large mirrors, one full length on a door, one big wall mirror, and three on a medicine cabinet. Two of the medicine chest mirrors could be partially opened so that I could watch my activity with my penis from three different views at once.

After doing this many times, I noticed something which was peculiar. Namely that while I always watched my body intently, for some reason I never looked at my face. I wondered about this and finally decided that somewhere, deep down inside, I really didn't want to admit to myself what I was doing. This was probably due to early warnings about what self abuse, as it was called in the old days, could do to me and how terrible the habit was. Knowing that in reality all these were complete nonsense, I decided to force myself to watch my face in a mirror while I masturbated.

The first time I tried, I stood very close to the full length mirror and stared into my own eyes while I gave my penis a full stroking. Occasionally I glanced down at the action, but I stared intently into my own eyes when I had my orgasm. This produced an interesting result in that I found that my eyes seemed to become very deep and intense when I came. It was as if I was telling myself Yes, I can admit to myself that I am doing this thing that I had been taught was so terrible, and furthermore, I am loving every minute of it.

This was repeated many times and soon became a howling success. I came to love looking into my intense eyes while having sex with myself and I had always loved looking at my penis in a mirror. I simply could not get enough of it. I came to see my penis almost as another being rather than a part of me, one whose sole purpose was to make me extremely happy. Countless times he had given me the most marvelous feeling a person can have with all the thrills, throbbing, and spasms. If this sounds to you as if I were completely in love with my own penis, you sure got that right. It's a great feeling.



Posted on: 2014-03-23 00:01:01 | Author: