Mirror, Mirror

My partner and I have recently conjured up some rather narcissistic fantasies. It all started when I told her that the only other woman I would ever fall for would be another identical version of her. The same perfect body, the way she smiles and lights up my world doubled right there in front of my eyes... It was a fantasy that had lingered in my mind for a while, but I had been too afraid of her reaction to tell her how the idea of double her beauty and perfection made me feel. When I finally confessed to her, she just smiled and said: "If I can have two of you, you can have two of me…”

Now, we adore making love right in front of our mirror, watching ourselves teasing, touching, kissing and playing with each other in the reflection. While we look upon our mirror images loving one another in the exact same way we love ourselves, we cannot stop but fantasise about what would happen if they'd come to life and step out of the mirror to join us in our intimacy...

As our bodies come together, she and I spin stories for each other… Stories of passionate threesomes and intimate orgies where all of the participants are us, bound together by our love and our lust, both for ourselves and each other. Our stories teach us to recognize the beauty in ourselves and give us a chance to praise each other's perfection. Sharing the fantasies we conjure in our moments of deepest pleasure has led to many of the best orgasms we've ever had, and when I look up into our mirror and see our entwined bodies and expressions of rapture reflected back at us, I can almost swear that those fantasies have become reality...