Once again, I found myself trying to concentrate on two things at once.Once again, I found myself trying to concentrate on two things at once. The vibrator was doing very interesting things to me, but I could see him over my shoulder and feel him spreading and stretching me more and more. I really got into that part. Being able to watch my own expression during this was a bit like making love to myself. Sounds narcissistic, I know. Well, it was. I make no excuses: for some reason I felt unabashedly and overtly narcissistic, and I gave in completely to the impulse. What the hell, I said. I had never watched myself in a mirror during sex before. (This is sex, isn't it?) Anyway, the looks I gave that mirror were directed as much at myself as at J. The first look was one of pained surprise as he began to enter me. |