Mirror Play Part 2

"The door is open, come in."

She turns the knob and pushes, the door gave way and she walks in.

Michael in a baby blue terry cloth robe stood in the living room holding the receiver.

He looked at her with a smirk on his face. Jacqueline looks up at him and snaps her cell closed, she smiled not understanding what the look was for.

He walks towards her and gently kisses her.

“Come on, I have a surprise for you .”

Looking back she sees she needed him to invade her. She wanted him too, and a part of her wants him to search deeper.

He held out his hand and led her to his den area. Jacqueline is amazed at the transformation, Lit candles surrounded them casting soft shadows against the walls. They all brilliantly displayed on the mantle, entertainment center, even on his coffee table. Every one of his furniture where moved to accommodate what she assumed to be his air mattress, that was placed in the center of the room…covered with sheets, comforters and beautiful pillows that are stacked carefully on the bed and when she looked closer petals of different color roses sprinkled all on the cushions of the couch and bed…it was beautiful. When she walked further in she saw a mirror placed right across the bed…it was leaning against the wall with two marble candle holders supporting it on each end.

“Before we begin, we are going to have to set ground rules.”

“First one is trust.”

“What I mean by that not only are you going to have to trust me, but you’re going to have to trust my judgment.”

“I know it’s something that is earned that’s why we are playing games, but in time it won’t be, but that solely depends on you and how comfortable you feel about this!”

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I really want to get to know you and understand how your body works. That’s very important!”

“Your job is to also let me know what your limits are.”

“Speak to me Jacky!”

“I’m not sure what to say?”

“It’s allot I know, you understand it’s something you have to want to do, I can’t convince or force you.”

He plants another kiss on her and whispered…”I want you to believe that I have earned it.”

She laid her head against his chest..”I’m scared. I want to do it, I really do, I’m just so afraid from last time.”

Holding her by the shoulder he stepped back looked her in the eyes. “You were perfect! You gave me more that I would ever expect.”

“Baby you were so beautiful!”

Pulled her close and kissed her again. His demanding tongue darts between her lips, searching deep into her mouth were there passion ignited. Tongues intertwined, both of them longing for each other.

He pulls them apart, and walks backwards into the den. Never losing eye contact.

“Here’s your first order. Don’t worry it’s not difficult at all.”

She waits painfully as his eyes stalks her body.

“Take all your clothes off, and then walk to me.”

Wow!!!!

Something just fucked with me the hard way...and I am not talking about last nights episode. I was just reading a blog that I recently discovered and there was a statement that stopped me in my tracks.
The statement included a scenario where an individual accidentally stopped by a blog and while reading it she/he discovers it's not good. She describes it as words being incomprehensible, riddled with bad grammar and misspelled words. She goes on too writing how instead of being a nameless character, the story line is about you....and in the end she just couldn't bare the thought of continuing anything with this individual...she claimed herself to be hyper-critical, superficial and intolerant. But she just couldn't continue...
That fucked me up in so many ways. I can say as a newbie to this whole erotic writing world, I have many insecurities. When writing for friends and family everyone will say okay. Or tell you how talented you are. But you are taking criticism from people who are not only bias but who don't have much experience in the field.
Not to say I don't have educated people who surround me. That's far from the truth...I know people with masters degree and even some with Ph. D's (do not mock me if I didn't abbreviated this right) but all the same it's nothing like being in a class or place with people of similar interest. Sometimes you find that not only are you surrounded by like minded people, but many are superior to your knowledge...Now I know I complain allot. Maybe I need a dom to tell me how good of a pet I am....lol.
But that shit really fucked with me. So fuck it I am going to write it out.
I am not sure if I am sincerely looking for validation for my supposedly creation, but I know there is something I am looking for. Maybe I really need to step back and make amends with my naivety and start embracing the fact this is a learning experience and it can only get better.

Okay here it is my newby....Mirror Play Part 1

This is Mirror Play ... I haven't edited the story yet but when I do I will post the corrected version...anyway this is the first part...
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Michael is known to be a deviant fuck at times, but his compassion always seem to compensate for his cunning nature. The last time she played his game she was caught of guard. He knew what he was doing, she was sure of that. There was more to their game than casual curiosity, at least on his part.

She remember agreeing of course, naive at the time she thought it would be fun too try something different. It was always in her nature too jump in head first. She did not plan on what was too come.

The intensity of their session, the skillful way he manipulated her body made her uneasy. Jacqueline inhibitions slowly dissolve as her hunger left her open to him. That night she surrendered herself to him offering everything. Her body being exposed and used as she whimpers in the dark. Her body began to truly appreciate and understand the joy being pushed beyond it’s boundaries. As it is warranted by powerful orgasms forcing it’s way out of her. Orgasms so strong she was left shaking to the core weeping. She never felt so violated but yet so needy, she recalls how good it felt and how much was said, the things she confessed, what he made her do.

The set up was very clever, walking into his room all the windows were open with the blinds closed shut. She could here the world outside, The wind sometimes blowing into the darkness that surround them. She wondered when did their noise take over, as they both desperately, grind and grope each other in search of relieving themselves from their sweet torment. It was that moment she knew things would never be the same.

And they never quiet were, she began too question his smile, joke and gesture trying to capture any moment that would contradict her knowledge of him. She knew Michael to be very simple in his way of thinking, he did not seem to care for details, or wanted to be bothered with allot of things. He is a very smart man, but nothing out of the ordinary, or maybe Jacqueline underestimate him. Maybe she was the one who over looked the details.

Ever since then she has been very hesitant about playing anymore of his games. For the last three months she was trying really hard too forget or put it off as an incident, but no matter how she tried to down play it, she knew it was in vain.

As she stands in front of the door. She begins to realize that she was still recovering from their love making. Love making how funny...all this time...and with every last lover she has had...she now realized it was the first time she was made love too.

She waits for the phone too ring,

He picks up, "Hey!" She's surprised he sounds like his usual self.

"Hello, I'm outside."