Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted 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. I couldn’t stop myself from loosing all control and just enjoying what happened.My desires pulled me along on these strong currents. There was no helping it. I couldn’t fight these desires. Not truly. And why should I? They made me feel so good. So hot and wet and delicious. My dick ached to be touched. And they wanted to touch me.“Let’s get your clothes off,” Catalina said, “so we can check your vitals.”“And your body,” purred Rhea, the pair acting like they’d done this before. Seduced a.Read More
