Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. . pretty, like, whoever made it wanted the pieces of armor to look elegant and slick. She had shoulder pads of the strange metal jutting out of her shoulder, curved with a spike that rounded back, all smooth and shiny. The same with her wrists too. Gauntlets! Or wrist guards, something that left her black hands exposed.It was the same for her legs, layers of the curved armor covering the outer thigh of each leg, curving downward, with a spike on each curving downward as well, always with slick,. I felt a little ashamed and quickly pulled my pants over my legs. I was struggling to hide my still erect member from sight. It sometimes, after a good jackoff, still remains hard for a couple of minutes. I walked towards the fire pit we made and got a fire started. As the fire started burning up nicely I looked towards the ocean to see where Josh is. He was already holding on to two fish when he dived down again. I felt the shame of what I imagined with him wash over me. I knew something. He whistled saying “Oh my God, you really look like a goddess Lisa, you are so gorgeous and so sexy too”Looking straight at his crotch where his cock was making a huge tent by then, he seemed to be a hung man, I giggled saying “I could tell you are not the only one around here who is so fond of my semi naked body”He smiled saying “I am not going to hide it, you could already see your effects on me”I said “Yes I do, and I am happy too, let me thank him my own way then, I got on my knees,.Read More
