

  The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been
  almost all day.  The humidity and the pounding of the rain
  were making me sleepy and tired.  Just plain old groggy.  I
  decided to retire to my bedroom for a nap until the showers
  had ended.  I was too weary to continue working on the
  business project that was before me.  I had, for sometime,
  been in a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like
  I knew who I was.  Somewhere something had gotten lost.

  I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was
  illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring
  air.  I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to
  toss them into the hamper.  I began to re-trace my steps, as
  I caught my image in my mirror.  I stopped, looking
  curiously for a moment.  The hazy light made my fair skin
  seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an
  ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush
  lips and deep grey eyes.

  I raised my hand to my face and traced the soft lines of my
  cheekbones, my eyes closed as I began caressing my flesh.  I
  looked down at my breasts, through the mirror, full and
  round, they stood suspended by the bra that held them.  I
  moved my hands to release them from the contraption that
  embodied them.  My nipples became erect and took on a sudden
  glow.

  I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my
  own flesh rose and hung in the heavy air.  As I closed my
  eyes, I saw my delicate body and envisioned it wrapped
  lightly in silk.  I placed the palms of my hands on my
  nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary
  fabric caressing them to their full alertness.  I gazed
  again into the mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I
  felt the texture of the satin ribbon daintily tied in bows
  against my hips.

  I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the
  corner of the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the
  side of my vagina.  My stare into the mirror had become
  fixed as I stroked the skin with my littlest finger.  I
  watched myself convince my other hand to render the other
  bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to dropped to the
  floor beneath me.

  I looked down to see the wisps of golden hair that was no
  longer compressed by the panties.  I watched in the mirror
  as I guided my fingers, gently placing them over my vagina,
  the warmth comforted me as my forefinger slipped down to
  where my vaginal lips began to part.  I felt the moistness
  that I had anticipated, the heady sensations that arose
  intoxicated me, and my legs began to quiver with bliss.

  I spread my legs slightly apart as I began to massage my
  clitoris, pressing it between my fore and middle fingers.
  The motion increased my secretions much to my pleasure, and
  I began to press delicately, nurturing it until I felt it
  begin to swell.

  I saw myself as a glorious vision of loveliness as I began
  my decent to the carpet.  Now on my hands and knees, I
  turned sideways seeing my breasts hang down, greeting their
  new environment with utter elegance and grace.  I raised my
  feet above my buttocks, supported only by my hands and
  knees. I lowered my bosom enabling me to massage them on the
  soft, yet scruffy carpet.

  I began to move slowly back and forth as I watched my
  nipples graze the textile.  It was a wondrous sensation as I
  again felt them become fully erect. I felt a drop of my
  essence roll down my inner thigh.  I raised to face my
  mirrored image, relishing my sexual glory, I sat with my
  legs spread apart, resting my buttocks on the heels of my
  feet.

  I watched enthralled as I raised hands to my breasts, again
  with my thumb and fore-finger, I rolled the nipples, they
  tingled with extraordinary pleasure.  I pulled them outward
  and increased the applied pressure, I raised them upward and
  exposed the ivory skin beneath.  I pulled and tugged at them
  until I could stand no more.  I placed both hands onto them
  and began to squeeze and massage all of their area.

  I watched myself as I was doing this and revelled in the
  release of my stress.  I felt a sense of security knowing
  that I could be in control of at least on thing in my
  life...the way I made love to myself.  My sensations and
  confidence allowed me to become totally uninhibited,
  exploring my body and my total sexuality.

  I abandoned my thoughts and moved my hands down to my
  vagina, curiously watching the mirror to see what I would do
  next.  I glided a finger to the opening of my tunnel and
  felt my warm juices oozing.  I slid my finger inside me and
  began to explore the inner walls of my pleasure center.
  I entered another finger and watched myself glide them in
  and out, in and out.

  I began to grind rhythmically against my fingers, I pumped
  them harder and faster as I began to moan in a low whisper.
  My essence was flowing freely so my fingers glided easily, I
  watched my image in the mirror and began to increase my
  thrusts.  I pushed harder against my hand as I watched my
  lips spread and contract.  I used my other hand to steadily
  massage my clitoris, only to increase my stimulation
  tenfold. I felt and watched as my body began to
  involuntarily convulse, the ritual that would bring me full
  climax.

  I pulled my fingers out of my vagina and rubbed the thick
  juices over my entire vaginal area, then I re-inserted them.
  I spread my lips with my other hand and caressed them
  gently, rubbing the juices into them.  I watched my fingers
  slide in and out of my vagina in the mirror.  I watched my
  mouth open and my tongue spread fiery saliva across my lips.

  My pace quickened, and my long, hard thrusts turned to
  short, violent ones.  I flicked a finger quickly on my
  clitoris as the others pumped me faster.  My head fell back,
  I let out deep sighs of pleasure . . . I knew that I was
  there.

  My whole body began to contract and my movements were tense.
  Sensations rippled through my body in immense waves as I
  plunged my fingers deep into my vagina and massaged my
  clitoris with extreme pressure.  My juices gushed onto my
  fingers and hands in colossal volume.  I continued gliding
  my fingers in and out, steadily decreasing speed and force.
  I felt total release as if all was drained from within me,
  my body contracted once more dropping me to the floor.

  I turned on my side and placed my head upon the carpet, I
  turned to query the mirror with one final gaze.  I again saw
  myself as glorious.  I had never experienced anything like
  this before, nor had I ever dreamed of anything similar.  I
  had felt my total womanhood . . . more importantly, I had
  seen her.

  I raised and crossed the hazy room once more.  I pulled back
  the covers and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

  The storm had ended...inside and out.

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