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Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Posted by: Age: 23 Posted on: 5 comments
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An unusual episde for me - of joy, and unexpected sadness....perhaps it's the preggers hormones.

I catch sight of myself in the bedroom mirrors. Full length, and perhaps it was because I was standing in a certain way, or perhaps it was how the light caught me, but suddenly, I looked 14 again. Physically, I haven't changed much since then, but over the next 7 months, I expect I will change a lot.

But not tonight. I straighten up, slowly, never once taking my eyes from the mirror. What manner of thing is happening to me? Slowly, I unbutton my shirt - button by button, until it falls away from me. It leaves me in a trainer bra. No, not 'a' trainer bra, the trainer bra. My very first one. Kept for nostalgic reasons, worn for purely sexual ones, yet on me today simply because it was there. 

The brushed cotton is not so soft now, and I can no longer claim it to be the purest of white. Years of underarm deoderant have yellowed the sides of it, and the cups are a little threadbare....but then again.....it was this bra that marked my steps toward womanhood. 

Standing facing the mirror, I slip a strap off one shoulder. The movement is incredubly sad for some reason and I see my bottom lip tremble. I pull the strap down further...and further...and futher yet until my small, firm breast emerges. The sight of it fills me with a mixture of arousal, and sadness.....but......why?

How did my skirt get down there? It lies in a cumpled heap on the floor aroud my ankles. my panties, pale green, as old as the bra, worn, and faded in part, but what memories they contain. Masturbation in class happened for the first time in these. 

And just like that, I am crying......sobbing.....for days gone by.....for the mysteries that are no longer mysteries. Suddenly, i see that race to losing my virginity - even though it was to myself - as a missed opportunity - something I rushed into. Perhaps I should have waitied, found someone I loved, and given them that most intimate part of me? Perhaps. 

All those weeks....or was it months....desperate to reach the goal of my first proper orgasm as if it was a town just over the horizon to be rushed towards.  

But then....I look at my naked body and run a hand over my belly. A new life is within me. A life that will walk the way I've walked, and whose footsteps it will be my unspeakable honour to guide. There's no manual, there's no rule book. I will have to make it up as I go along - as have all parents from the dawn of time.

My hand reaches between my legs and finds my clit. I watch myself masturbate, as I have many times before, but this time is different, there isn't the slightest hint of the erotic about it. I'm thinking of my body, it's power, and my gratitude for everything that has come my way over my life. My parents, my sister, Emily, Dani, and now my child. 

Is it possible to have an orgasm as a gift to others? I don't know, all I do know is that this felt like when you are with a lover, and all you care about is their pleasure, not your own. Your entire being is filled with desire to give, not receive.

The orgasm feels very different. My skin feels like it's being rained on by a warm, summer rain - tiny droplets all over my body but centering between my legs. There is no squirt, no desire to enhance it by some profae act. I just let this orgasm flood me from head to toe.

It leaves me warm and fulfilled in a way I realise I have never been before. My first orgasm, all those years ago, has been within me all the time, waiting to mature, and tonight, alone in my bedroom....

.....it finally bore fruit.

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