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Early on, I never really liked the idea of fucking in front of a mirror. It sounded excellent in theory, it sounded sexy. But in theory I couldn’t see my makeup sliding down my face as I got more and more slick with sweat nor was I privy to the sight of the ridiculous abomination which is my “O-face”. Or my every other face leading up to that which is not unlike a parade of surprised lemurs (do a Google image search).
Not fucking in front of a mirror leaves room for the illusion that you look as fantastic and pouty and graceful in the flesh as you do in your mind. That your eyeliner is still actually on your eyes after the inevitable tears that come with deep throating have ravished them sending both eyeliner and mascara flooding down your cheeks.
It does not feel sexy to watch your panda-eyed self having sex.
But now I find that I miss that wall of mirrors. I miss coming home together and having you undress me, having you draw your cock out through your fly and fuck me, still fully clothed. I miss seeing that look, moments before you slam into me filling me so absolutely, so violently that the breath is forced from my lungs. I miss watching the way you move, the way you grab me, the way your muscles tense and flex as you thrust and those moments where our eyes lock for a second.
I miss being a voyeur to you and I.
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