The Woman in the Mirror

(The below is a transcript of real erotic messages between a straight man and bi woman, anonymized and posted with mutual permission. We liked the idea of spreading our sexual energy with others, so please enjoy... and become worse, like us.)

(Contents may include: alternating mental dom/sub behavior, intelligence loss, respectful degradation talk, moral corruption, objectifying other women together, crude language, and the like. Only continue if these themes are your thing.)

(The messages start from her, and alternate between her/him separated by a "-" hyphen.)

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There's a part of me that would enjoy you fucking me while I'm sick. Knowing that I can't speak. Taking over my body. Telling me what you're going to do to me and then doing it. Knowing that I can't protest

You come over in the morning to bring me soup (thank you). You see me laying here, half naked, and you get hard instantly

You see that I look very tired, you ask me questions, but I just look at you, gesturing to my throat

You think about your cock in my throat. It makes you harder

You come over to the bed, showing me your cock, how hard it's gotten

I gesture to my pussy

You tell me you're going to put your hand inside me. To check. For my health

You discover a very healthy, sticky, wetness. That you have created

You tell me you're going to undress me

And then you do, sliding my underwear off onto the floor

But I'm still only half naked

Pussy exposed

You explore further, feel me getting wetter and wetter

I gesture to your cock

But you say, "no, not yet. I'm not done here"

I writhe in the agony of my desire

I want your cock. I want it bad

But you've got your own agenda. You're in charge

Tell me what you're going to do to me. Knowing that I can't protest

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I'm going to be a little mean for a little bit. I tell you, and watch your eyes both sadden and widen in anticipation

I stare you up and down. For what feels like a long time

As I knew it would, it makes you ever wetter. Feel more exposed

You can see my cock throbbing with satisfaction at looking at you this way

I gently walk you over to your floor length mirror, position you in front of it, and tell you "I like seeing you this way. Do you like that?"

You vigorously nod, pleading with your eyes.

"I want you to see yourself this way too." You turn back to the mirror.

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Vigorously

Pleasing

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And you see ...a hot mess. Your morning hair. Your feeling ill. Your exposed pussy. Your ragged, horny breaths. Your wetness dripping down your thigh

You don't move to catch the drip, you don't dare move. And neither do I

We just let it happen

It's making you crazy

My hard dick is gently resting against your hip. My hand stroking you up and down your trembling back. With each upstroke you feel goosebumps; each downstroke you feel yourself get more wet

It's like I'm milking your pussy with just my fingertips on your back

Your eyes are glazed over now. Your attention is being overwhelmed by physical sensations, you can't also see straight, nor think straight

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I can't

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But you can still make yourself out in the mirror. Looking ragged. Desperate. Obedient. So fuckable.

So fuckable

The definition of fuckable

Without intending you, you're identifying more and more with the woman in the mirror.

Stunning.

Messy.

Submissive.

Airy.

Fuckable.

You haven't noticed that you're swaying, gently brushing your hip against my stiff cock. It feels nice

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It feels so nice

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Your hand grazes it, and you instinctively run your fingers along it, playing with it

You're not even thinking

Your body just does it for you

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Yes

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You feel more drips slowly running down your leg

But now you aren't tempted to stop them

You just shiver. And moan. And feel even better

More like the woman in the mirror

More comfortable letting go

Looking and feeling like this should be normal, you realize

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Yes, yes it should

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And so right then, it becomes more normal for you

Finally satisfied with how much I've fucked up your mind, I push things further

My hand slides lower than your back. Lower than your ass...

And with no pomp or resistance, I slip two warm fingers inside you

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Uhhh fuuuuck

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You gasp, and squeal, and shudder

If you weren't already so far-gone, this might have snapped you out of it

but you're stuck

Literally, you don't feel lie you can move from where you are

You have to see the mirror

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Paralyzed with pleasure

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Your messy, paralyzed self, staring back

Your best self

A role model

And me, just behind you, breath heavy, cock swaying, the source of your ecstasy

Your eyes finally focus on something again,

my fingers. You can see them from the front, clinging to and plunging inside your aching pussy

You like it

Watching them work

They're worth focusing on

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Oh fuuucckkkk

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Everything else is blurry

Your body is rippling with pleasure

You can feel the tension of your paralysis bumping up against your instinctive hip movements

Squirming for more

Pushing against my fingers rhythmically

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Mmmm

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You look so silly, slutty silly, goofy horny, lusty dumb

I can't stop staring at you

Watching any other thoughts leave your mind for now

Nonverbal

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Noting else but a horny mess

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Medically, but also now mentally

You can't even hear anymore

Your body is overwhelmed by touch

"Sara" I murmur into your ear

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But I don't hear

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"Hey Sara..." I try slightly louder.

You hear nothing.

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Nothing

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Nothing

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Silly horny. Lusty dumb

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Lusty dumb

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Nothing

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Nothing else

Become nothing

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Nothing but sex

Taking over everything

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Your eyes drift between staring at my fingers work and gazing aimlessly into the distance

And between that and your total loss of perception and personhood,

I can't wait any longer

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Oh thank god

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I start to--

but just then, you come.

I've been slowly lifting you up without noticing

By your pussy

And it made your pressure steadily increase

And you weren't even aware you were nearing it

You shake all over

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(That would actually happen)

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Moan and drool and scream and gasp

I pause for a moment to let you feel it

but instead it actually pushes me over the edge

All my patience is gone

All my respectfulness is gone

I don't care about you right now

I just need to take out all my energy on you

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I earned it

For making you so horny

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--your wild orgasm still happening, I force you forward.

You're stunned, more coherent now

in forcing you forward I crack the mirror

You're totally ok, but I didn't even notice or ask you

The broken mirror is just part of my background vision. I just wrecked something by pounding you, and instead of hesitating it just makes me feel powerful

And makes me plunge into you harder than I was even going to

You

are still

cummmiinnggggg

and this only elongates your climax

Draws it out

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Holy fuuucckkkk

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You're weak all over

But you aren't even holding your body up now

I am.

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Good. I can't

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You try to gesture to the mirror, so I don't accidentally cut one of us on it

I don't even look away from your pussy, and just growl,

"I don't care

I wrecked your mirror

I'll wreck your house

I'l wreck you

"Wreck me..." you hear yourself say

It was instinctual

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Ruin me

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You didn't decide to say it

I just pulled you back into incoherence

You muster enough strength to push away from the wall, toward my pounding cock

and in the cracked window glass, you see a heavenly sight

Me, multiple mes, gone, brutish, reaming you

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Oh fuck yes

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and you, multiple yous, all sweaty and drooly and glazed over and messy

and happy.

Right here

Right now

Like this

Be like this

You are like this

This is who you are

And the last image you see before your eyes close,

Is my loud, forceful final plunge as I dump my load deep inside you,

and you. Cumming. Hard. Your voice magically back.

Being like this.

Being my f&#% toy.

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Holy fuuucckkkk

In have no words

"loud, forceful final plunge as I dump my load deep inside you"

This push me over the edge

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You love cum being dumped into you

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I do

Thank you

Thank you for your cum

- - - - - the next morning - - - - -

I keep picturing us standing naked in front of a broken mirror, you pounding your cock into me, both of us incoherent with pleasure

Thanks for getting it stuck in my head

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Thanks for putting it back at the top of my head.

You distracted me from work with it.

Thank you.

More. (when you want)

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You're welcome 😉

It would be really inconvenient if it's always just under the surface of my brain, threatening to come out at very inappropriate times

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So inconvenient

You'd have to be ready for it at any time. Be prepared

Which would probably keep it on your mind even more... whoops

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Whoops

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Everywhere I go, it would just bubble to the surface

At the grocery store

At work

Hanging out with friends

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(Seriously, it sounds like that may happen...)

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(I think you're right - I'm not disappointed)

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(I hope it's not too often, but I truly hope it does happen occasionally, and you enjoy letting it back into your attention)

So glad you enjoy feeling lusted after and wrecked at all times of day.

I think it's good to feel this good.

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It is good to feel this good

I'm experimenting today with only doing things that feel good

It's good. That you want more. More is good

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I'm so glad you enjoy letting me rewire parts of your mind. That's very good. And makes me want to do it more.

And it's fairly mutual..

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I like thinking about your bulge growing while you work, messing with your concentration. Becoming more and more in the way

More and more inconvenient

My pussy filling your mind

You try to shake it off, breathe, and tell yourself to concentrate

And it works... For a minute or two

Until something, anything, (everything) is associated somehow with sex in your brain

And then you're thinking about broken mirrors again

Lusty dumb

Silly horny

Grunting, dumb, brutish

Pounding

Eventually you have no choice, and you have to set your cock free

Thinking about my lips wrapping around the tip

My tongue, moving up the length

Teasing you until you can't take it and I plunge you fully into my throat

Meanwhile your fingers find their way to my pussy

Unsurprised to find the wetness they you're responsible for

Eventually, I just climb up, mounting you right in your office chair

A very important email comes through, and you attempt to respond

But I'm riding you

And your brain is foggy and filled with desire

You can't type a sentence that makes sense

So you abandon work completely, picking me up, carrying me without me coming off your cock

Sometimes it's the couch, sometimes the floor, sometimes a table.

You find someplace most suitable to fuck me for how you're feeling in the moment

And only when we've both been satisfied, multiple times, do you even remember what day it is, that you even have a job

So you go back to work, try to finish that important email

But your brain won't cooperate

It keeps flashing back to my pussy

To my moans

To the pleasure you know you give me with your cock, with your cum

And your cock grows hard all over again