Saturday, August 15, 2009

Reflection

I looked in the mirror as I waited for him to arrive- anxiously fussing over every minute detail. Did my black lace panties cover enough? Was my silky camisole just clingy enough? Did the satin robe disguise that which I didn't wish to accentuate?

I was prepared to neurotically analyze his every touch, movement and glance. Where did his eyes linger? Why? We as women are experts at the millisecond snap conclusion, whether they were rational or logical conclusions rarely entered into the equation.

Was I not thin enough? Did I really turn him on? Was he fantasizing about someone tighter or sexier? Someone unashamed to greet him at the door not wearing a loosely sashed robe, no matter how alluringly arranged?

I heard his hand on the doorknob and posed enticingly within view.

He gave time to neither analayze nor come to any conclusions- snap or otherwise.

The second he was in the room he slipped his hands beneath my robe and crushed me to him. His lips murmuring soft nothings and his tongue roaming over my ear lobe, my neck, my clavicle...His fingers squeezing my breasts, clutching my hips to his. Were we both naked, he would have been fucking me right there in the hallway.

He tossed away the robe and went back to his explorations- tugging me impatiently towards the bedroom, maneuvering me onto the bed.

I lay on my back and he pulled off his shirt and pants with no care for neatness or concern for how they landed. He climbed up and straddled me, simply looking down - his eyes devouring my nearly naked form. I squirmed with both discomfort at his intense gaze, and with delicious anticipation with what his hands and tongue would do next.

I could see his erection through his shorts, yet I had barely touched him. He claimed to have been thinking of me all day. Of getting home and getting me naked. All he wanted was to run his hands and tongue over every inch of my hot flesh. Just the fantasy of that sustained him through an otherwise tedious afternoon.

Now that the reality was in front of him - my body that he continued to undress as he spoke- he apologised that it would be unlikely that he would be able to take things slow - the first time. However he promised to more than make it up to me the second, third and fourth time.

At that point my insecurities vanished. For one shining moment I saw myself reflected through his eyes. Through his fantasies and his desires. He didn't see an extra few pounds, an imperfect tan, a misplaced freckle. He saw the true woman in front of him.

A sensual, open, wanton creature. A woman perfectly willing to perform any number of unmentionable acts with him. And that? Is sexy.

Care to read the rest of the group? Find out what sexy things they saw reflected?

Hubman
Pink Vixxxen
Ms Scarlett
Veronica
Enchanted Mistress
Petal
Aurore
Topaz
Ronjazz
Autumn
Library Vixen
Bri
Lolita
Danimo
Britni
Adulterous Letch

And as always, our charming hostess: Kimberly

14 comments:

Hubman said...

I'm always amazed by women who manage to find their imperfections, when it's those little differences that make each of you unique and oh so wonderful!

You're right, it's attitude that is sexy! And you, you are sexy as hell!

[btw, is that you in the picture?]

southerngirl said...

Oh my, this is some piece!! I so love the angle you took with this. We girls can all get caught up in our body image...but sexy is a state of mind.

Fantastic writing.

xx

Lolita V. said...

we spend countless hours, days worrying about our bodies, looks, etc.. when in fact, all that matters at the end of the day is how we are reflected in the eyes of those we love. I wish I could see myself through theirs because I know that I would be more loving, less harsh and caring of myself if I did.
Great post. 2 thumbs way up for great writing.

Aurore said...

I have been there - more than once. It is amazing how we as women can pull ourselves apart seeing only our faults while our lovers, SOs don't see those things at all or they see them but not in a negative light.

autumn said...

ahhhh it's so wonderful to find the inner balance to see it through their eyes. they don't notice all those little things like women do. i love this post.

you're very sexy...no mistaking it.

Enchanted Mistress said...

Great post! Sexy words and very erotic post. Thanks for sharing..=)

Ronjazz said...

Bravo, honey. Hubman has it right...you offer attitude galore, and it is simply the sexiest thing in life!

Kimberly said...

This is wonderful! I think you have captured that feeling so perfectly. It is amazing how much we worry about those details - and how little we should.

Black Pearl said...

This was a hot piece ...love the group effort on this and to see the various versions!

Topaz said...

I admire the point of view, which is nothing but sexy as long as you both want it to be, which makes this so tender. It left me feeling that tenderness.

Library Vixen said...

nice one, letting go of insecurity. i agree with hub, attitude is sexy, even more is confidence.

Bri said...

That was fantastic! I so can relate to the insecurities and then realization that they are in my mind and not what my lover's...

Anonymous said...

What's become of the Secret Life of a Yummy Mummy. First there's a to-die-for photo for HNT and now it's by invite only. And I don't have her email to ask for the invite!

Ms Scarlett said...

So well said! I've been told enough that it's the imperfections that make us unique and alluring, but it's so easy to let our insecurities get in the way.

Great post!