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Looking at my reflection

 

It’s time for a shave,

and as I stand in front of the mirror,

looking at my reflection,

my thoughts fly through time,

into the future and the past. 

They take me to a time when we are together,

when I focus on you,

kissing your hands,

nuzzling your neck,

massaging your shoulders,

 giving you a back rub,

caressing you,

before lifting your blouse and kissing the small of your back. 

As I take my time lathering up and preparing the blade,

I think of why a close shave matters to me. 

I think of the softness of your skin,

how good it feels to kiss you all over,

how wonderful it feels to rub my cheeks against you,

and I don’t want anything to be between us as I hold you close while kissing, nuzzling,

and nibbling on you.

As I start to shave,

I think about undressing you,

exposing your breasts,

caressing them,

while kissing my way to them,

massaging them,

cupping them,

then kissing between them,

then all around them,

running my fingers softly under them before focusing on your nipples,

your nipples,

which I will savor,

with my lips,

my tongue,

and my teeth,

softly.

I will continue to enjoy the way you look,

the way you feel,

the way you taste,

as I continue to travel down your body,

kissing and nuzzling over your stomach,

while running my hands down your sides and over your hips and down your legs.  Before going down on you,

I will pause,

and just breathe on your pussy…

then kiss it,

and taste your outer lips,

tease them open with my tongue,

while tasting your excitement.

I take my time shaving,

making sure there is no stubble. 

Going down on you,

feeling your thighs grasp my face as I suck on your clit,

one of my hands teases the opening of your pussy,

the other teases your ass…

There is no rush here. 

My pleasure is in your pleasure. 

My desire is nothing less than finding all the paths to your ecstasy,

inside and out,

allowing you to feel wave after wave of sensual release

 until you cannot take any more,

and touching you in any manner causes spasms of pleasure.

As I finish shaving,

I think of you. 

I think of how,

after catching your breath,

you come to me,

touching me,

teasing me,

pleasuring me,

then we join and fuck each other until we both cum and collapse,

exhausted,

entwined,

catching our breath,

then,

either caressing each other,

or falling asleep as we lay.

Looking at my reflection,

and as I shave,

I think of you,

and the passions we share