Reflections of Passion
I had always considered myself a confident and adventurous woman, but one quiet evening at home, a simple television show ignited a new flame of desire within me. It was a warm summer night, and I found myself flipping through the channels, seeking some entertainment. The usual late-night fare failed to capture my interest until a vintage 1970s show caught my eye.
The program was a bold, unapologetic display of human sexuality, a relic from an era when such content was considered taboo. As I watched, a particular scene unfolded that would forever change my perspective on pleasure. A woman, not unlike myself, lay on a bed, her body illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight. But what truly drew my attention was the large mirror affixed to the ceiling above her.
In that moment, I felt a stirring deep within, a yearning to experience the uninhibited freedom portrayed on the screen. The idea of being able to watch myself, to witness every intimate detail of my body during the act of lovemaking, was both thrilling and intoxicating. I knew I had to have a mirror just like that.
The next day, I set out on a mission to bring my newfound fantasy to life. I visited several home decor stores, searching for the perfect mirror. I wanted something large enough to capture every inch of my body, yet lightweight enough to be installed on the ceiling without causing any structural concerns. After much deliberation, I settled on a sleek, modern design with a subtle silver frame. It was perfect.
Now, all I needed was someone to install it. I contacted a local handyman, Patrick, who came highly recommended by a friend. I explained the task at hand, feeling a slight blush creep up my cheeks as I described the mirror’s intended purpose. To my surprise, Patrick seemed intrigued rather than shocked. He confessed that he had never installed a mirror above a bed before and was curious about the idea.
“Well, it’s for, you know, enhancing the experience,” I said, feeling a bit awkward but determined to see this through. “I want to be able to see myself while I’m, you know, engaged in certain activities.”
Patrick’s eyes widened, and a mischievous smile played on his lips. “I see. And do you need any help testing it out once it’s installed?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his boldness. “We’ll see about that, won’t we? But first, let’s get it up there.”
He arrived at my home the following afternoon, equipped with his toolbox and a playful glint in his eye. I led him to my bedroom, a space I had carefully curated to reflect my love for luxury and comfort. The bed, draped in silk sheets, sat in the center, awaiting its new addition. As Patrick examined the ceiling, I couldn’t help but notice his strong, calloused hands and the way his muscles flexed beneath his work shirt.
“This should be no problem at all, Ms. Sharon,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring. “I’ll have this mirror up in no time, and you can start enjoying the view.”
I bit my lip, feeling a rush of anticipation as I imagined the possibilities. “Please, call me Sharon. And yes, I can’t wait to see it in action.”
He got straight to work, his movements efficient and confident. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him climb up a small ladder, his jeans hugging his muscular thighs. The sight of him working above me, his focus entirely on the task at hand, was unexpectedly arousing. I felt a warmth between my thighs, a subtle throbbing that signaled the awakening of my desire.
Within an hour, the mirror was securely attached to the ceiling, reflecting the room back at me in perfect detail. I stood on the bed, gazing up at my reflection, imagining the scenes that would soon unfold beneath this new addition. Patrick climbed down from the ladder, his eyes never leaving my body.
“There you go, Sharon,” he said, his voice husky with unspoken desire. “All done. Now, how about that demonstration you mentioned?”
I felt a surge of boldness course through me, a desire to embrace this new, uninhibited version of myself. “Why not? After all, you did the hard work, and I’d hate for your efforts to go unappreciated.”
I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I straddled him, my legs on either side of his hips. The position was undeniably intimate, even through the barrier of our clothing. I could feel the warmth of his body beneath me, and the bulge in his pants pressed against my core, leaving little to the imagination.
“Like what you see?” I asked, my voice laced with a challenge as I gazed down at him.
Patrick’s eyes locked with mine, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “Oh, I do. But I think I’d enjoy the view even more if you showed me what this mirror is really for.”
I smiled, a slow, seductive curve of my lips, and began to move my hips, grinding against him, feeling his hardness through the layers of fabric. His eyes fluttered shut, and a soft groan escaped his lips. I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, “I think I can accommodate that request.”
With nimble fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest that begged to be touched. I ran my hands over his skin, feeling the contours of his muscles, and then trailed my fingers down to the waistband of his jeans. He sucked in a sharp breath as I undid the button and slowly lowered the zipper, his erection straining against the confines of his boxers.
“Impatient, are we?” I teased, my voice dripping with honeyed seduction.
In one swift motion, I pushed his jeans and boxers down, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It stood proudly, the head glistening with pre-cum, and I couldn’t resist running my fingers along its length, eliciting a guttural moan from Patrick.
“Oh, Sharon, you’re killing me,” he groaned, his hands gripping the bedsheets.
I straddled his waist, positioning myself above his shaft, and slowly lowered myself, taking him inch by inch into my wet heat. His eyes rolled back as I enveloped him, the sensation of being filled by his hardness overwhelming me. I began to ride him, my hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm, my breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“Look up, Patrick,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Watch us in the mirror. See how good it feels.”
He obeyed, his gaze flicking between my face and our reflection. The sight of my body moving in unison with his, the mirror capturing every detail of our coupling, was a powerful aphrodisiac. I leaned forward, my hands braced on his chest, and kissed him hungrily, our tongues dancing in a passionate rhythm that mirrored our bodies.
As our passion escalated, I increased the pace, my hips slamming down onto his, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. The mirror reflected our passion, showing every detail of my body as I rode him, my breasts heaving, my eyes closed in ecstasy.
“Oh, Sharon, I’m close,” Patrick gasped, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements. “I can’t hold back much longer.”
“Let go,” I urged, my own climax building. “Fill me, Patrick. I want to feel it all.”
With a final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to his pleasure, his cock twitching as he emptied his hot seed deep within me. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my body trembling as I rode out the aftershocks.
We lay entangled on the bed, our hearts racing, our breath coming in ragged gasps. I turned my head to look at the mirror, our sweat-sheened bodies still entwined, and felt a sense of satisfaction and liberation.
“Well, I’d say the mirror passed the test,” I said, my voice laced with satisfaction.
Patrick chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Indeed it did. And I must say, Sharon, you certainly know how to make a man feel appreciated.”
I smiled, feeling a newfound sense of empowerment and confidence. “It’s all about the right tools for the job, Patrick. And you, my dear, are quite the handyman.”
As he got dressed, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that this mirror would provide endless opportunities for pleasure. And as for Patrick, well, I had a feeling our paths would cross again, perhaps for another ‘installation’ or two.
A Stranger’s Touch on New Year’s Eve
As the clock struck midnight, Sharon found herself amidst the bustling crowd at The Town Square, her heart filled with festive cheer. The annual New Year’s Eve celebration was in full swing, and she had decided to embrace the night as a solo adventure. With her blonde locks shimmering under the vibrant lights and a sophisticated smile on her face, the 37-year-old beauty weaved through the sea of revelers, eager to immerse herself in the lively atmosphere.
The Town Square, a vibrant hub of activity, had transformed into a magical realm for the night. Colorful lights adorned the shops and boutiques, creating a dazzling display that rivaled the twinkling stars above. Live bands played infectious tunes, their melodies weaving through the air, enticing people to dance and sing along. The courtyard, usually a peaceful gathering spot, pulsated with energy as the crowd gathered for the much-anticipated fireworks display.
Sharon, a woman who embraced life’s pleasures, felt a thrill as she navigated the dense crowd. The press of bodies against her was both exhilarating and daunting. She loved the anonymity it provided, allowing her to be whoever she wanted for the night. As she moved closer to the center of the square, the crowd became denser, making it difficult to move freely.
Just as the countdown to the New Year began, Sharon felt a subtle yet deliberate touch that sent a shiver down her spine. A stranger’s hand, bold and adventurous, had slipped beneath her elegant dress, taking advantage of the tight space. The warm fingers gently caressed her thigh, slowly inching upwards, causing her breath to quicken. Sharon’s initial instinct was to turn around and confront the audacious intruder, but the sheer density of the crowd rendered her immobile.
As the countdown reached its climax, the stranger’s hand ventured further, boldly slipping into her lacy panties. Sharon’s heart raced, and her body tensed, but the loud cheers and boisterous music masked any attempt to express her surprise. The mysterious hand, guided by an unknown desire, began to explore her most intimate folds, fingers tracing the outline of her pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
The sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming. Sharon’s mind raced with a myriad of thoughts, torn between pushing the hand away and surrendering to the anonymous pleasure. The stranger’s touch was skilled, their fingers knowing exactly where to roam, finding her clit and teasing it with gentle strokes. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with each passing second, her body betraying her attempts at resistance.
As the crowd erupted in cheers and the fireworks illuminated the night sky, Sharon’s body responded with its own display of fireworks. The stranger’s fingers worked their magic, rubbing her clit in perfect rhythm, sending her spiraling towards an orgasm she couldn’t deny. She parted her legs slightly, granting the anonymous lover better access, her inhibitions melting away with each touch.
The fireworks exploded in a kaleidoscope of colors, mirroring the explosion of pleasure within Sharon. Her body trembled as she climaxed, her moans drowned out by the cheers and music. The stranger’s hand continued its sensual assault, prolonging her ecstasy, ensuring she experienced a New Year’s Eve like no other.
As the fireworks display reached its grand finale, the crowd began to disperse, moving like a wave, pulling away from the center. Sharon, still riding the waves of her orgasm, found herself yearning for one more touch, one more caress from the stranger who had brought her such pleasure. But as she turned around, the sea of faces offered no clue as to who her anonymous lover was.
The mysterious stranger, having bestowed upon Sharon an unforgettable gift, had vanished into the night, leaving her with a mix of emotions. She felt a rush of excitement, a sense of liberation, and a hint of longing for the unknown. The encounter, though fleeting, had ignited a fire within her, a desire to explore the boundaries of her sexuality and embrace the unexpected.
As Sharon made her way out of The Town Square, her steps were lighter, her mind buzzing with the memory of the stranger’s touch. The New Year had begun with a bang, quite literally, and she knew that this was just the beginning of a journey filled with erotic adventures and untamed desires. The night’s events had opened a door to a world of exhibitionism and anonymous pleasure, and Sharon couldn’t wait to see what lay ahead.
Little did she know, this was just the first chapter in a series of encounters that would push her boundaries and fulfill her wildest fantasies. The stranger’s touch had awakened something primal within her, and she was ready to embrace the unknown, ready to explore the depths of pleasure and exhibitionism that the world had to offer. As she walked away, a sly smile played on her lips, a silent promise to herself to seek out more such encounters, where pleasure and anonymity danced hand in hand.
The Royal Chateaux Affair
I arrived at The Royal Chateaux, a grand hotel nestled in the heart of the city, seeking a much-needed escape from my mundane routine. The moment I stepped into the lavish lobby, I knew this place would offer me an unforgettable experience. And it all began with the man who greeted me—Martin, the bellman.
“Welcome to The Royal Chateaux, Ms. Sharon,” Martin said, his deep voice resonating with warmth. He was tall and handsome, with charming brown hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. His polite demeanor and welcoming smile instantly put me at ease. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a sensation I hadn’t experienced in a while, as if my body was awakening to a new adventure.
“Thank you, Martin,” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. I tried to maintain my composure, but the excitement of the trip had me on edge. I was Sharon, a 37-year-old woman, craving a break from my ordinary life. My blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, and I hoped my blue eyes conveyed the same allure as Martin’s. I wanted this vacation to be more than just a break; I wanted it to be a journey of self-discovery and pleasure.
Martin took my luggage with a gentle touch, his strong arms effortlessly lifting the bags. “It’s my pleasure to assist you. The Royal Chateaux prides itself on providing an exceptional experience to all our guests. Allow me to show you to your room.”
As we walked through the hotel’s opulent corridors, I couldn’t help but notice the way Martin’s eyes occasionally glanced at me. There was a subtle appreciation in his gaze, as if he was admiring a work of art. I felt a surge of confidence, my body tingling with a newfound sense of freedom. This trip was already shaping up to be more exciting than I had anticipated.
“Here we are, Ms. Sharon,” Martin announced as we stopped in front of a beautifully carved wooden door. He opened it with a flourish, revealing a spacious suite adorned with luxurious furnishings. The room exuded elegance, from the plush king-sized bed to the marble bathroom with its deep soaking tub.
“This is incredible, Martin. I feel like royalty,” I said, my voice filled with awe.
He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “I’m glad you like it. It’s my goal to ensure your stay here is memorable. If there’s anything you need, no matter how small, please don’t hesitate to contact me. I’m here to make your wishes come true.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but wonder if he meant them in a way that went beyond the duties of a bellman. Was there a hint of seduction in his tone? My imagination started to run wild, picturing all sorts of naughty scenarios.
“Thank you, Martin. I’ll be sure to let you know if I need anything,” I said, my voice slightly huskier than before. I wanted to test the waters, to see if my instincts were right.
Martin’s gaze intensified, and for a moment, I thought he might lean in for a kiss. But he maintained his professional demeanor, stepping back and giving me a respectful nod. “Enjoy your stay, Ms. Sharon. I’ll be just a call away if you require my services.”
As he turned to leave, I felt a pang of disappointment. I wanted more of his attention, his presence. I had a feeling that Martin was going to be a significant part of my adventure, and I couldn’t wait to explore the possibilities.
I spent the rest’t of the afternoon exploring the hotel’s amenities, indulging in a relaxing spa treatment, and savoring a delicious dinner in the hotel’s gourmet restaurant. But my thoughts kept drifting back to Martin. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye.
As the evening deepened, I decided to take a stroll through the hotel’s lush gardens, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The night air was cool and inviting, and I wrapped my silk robe around me, enjoying the sensation of the soft fabric against my skin.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and my heart skipped a beat. It was Martin, his tall figure emerging from the shadows. He had changed out of his uniform into a casual outfit, a tight-fitting t-shirt that showcased his muscular physique and a pair of well-fitted jeans.
“Ms. Sharon, what a pleasant surprise,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Enjoying the night air?”
I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “I am now. I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Martin stepped closer, his eyes fixed on mine. “I couldn’t resist the temptation of seeing you again. You’ve captivated my thoughts since our first encounter.”
My breath quickened as his words sank in. This was more than I had hoped for. I wanted to feel desired, and Martin was delivering that in spades.
“I’m glad I’ve made an impression, Martin,” I said, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness. “But tell me, is this part of your job, making sure the guests are satisfied in every way?”
He laughed, a deep, sensual sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I take great pride in my work, but this is purely personal. I wanted to see you, to get to know you better.”
I felt a surge of boldness, fueled by the moonlit atmosphere and the promise of adventure. “And what do you hope to discover, Martin?”
He took a step closer, his body now mere inches from mine. “I want to explore your desires, Sharon. I want to pleasure you in ways you’ve never experienced before.”
His words were like a match to the kindling of my desire. I knew I shouldn’t be so forward, but something about Martin made me want to throw caution to the wind.
“And what makes you think I’d let you do that, Martin?” I asked, my voice laced with a challenge.
A mischievous smile played on his lips. “Because I can see the hunger in your eyes, Sharon. You want to be taken on a journey of pleasure, and I intend to be your guide.”
His confidence was intoxicating. I felt my resolve melting away, replaced by a raw, primal urge. I wanted to surrender to this man, to let him unleash the passions I had kept hidden for so long.
“Then show me, Martin,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Take me on that journey.”
Martin’s hands reached out, gently grasping my waist, and he pulled me close. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, a tangible reminder of the passion that was about to unfold.
“I want to taste you, Sharon,” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. “I want to explore every inch of your body with my tongue.”
His words sent a wave of anticipation through me. I had always been a woman who enjoyed the art of seduction, and Martin’s approach was a perfect blend of boldness and sensuality.
“Then take what you want, Martin,” I said, my voice breathless. “I’m all yours.”
With that, he lowered me onto the soft grass, his strong hands caressing my body, exploring every curve and crevice. He kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine, igniting a fire within me. I could feel his desire, his need to possess me, and it only fueled my own hunger.
Martin’s lips trailed down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites. He unknotted my robe, revealing my naked body to the moonlight. I felt exposed yet empowered, knowing that this man desired me so intensely.
His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, inviting him to take more, to explore every inch of my skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Sharon,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
I moaned as his lips found my sensitive nipples, sucking and teasing them until I was writhing beneath him. His hands traveled down my body, caressing my thighs, inching closer to the core of my desire.
“Please, Martin,” I begged, my voice laced with desperation. “I need you.”
He smiled against my skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. “I’m going to make you beg for more, Sharon. I’m going to drive you wild.”
With that, he parted my thighs, his fingers gently brushing against my wetness. I was already soaked, my body yearning for his touch. He teased my clit, his fingers circling, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive me insane.
“Oh, God, Martin,” I cried out, my hips thrusting against his hand. “Don’t stop, please.”
He chuckled, the sound filled with satisfaction. “I’m just getting started, my beautiful Sharon. I want to hear you scream my name.”
His fingers plunged into my wetness, filling me with a sensation that bordered on pain and pleasure. He thrust in and out, his pace increasing as my moans grew louder. I was on the brink of orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Martin, I’m going to…” I gasped, unable to finish my sentence as a wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Let go, Sharon,” he urged, his fingers working their magic. “Come for me.”
His words were the final push I needed. I arched my back, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I screamed his name, my voice echoing through the night, a testament to the pleasure he had unleashed.
Martin didn’t stop, continuing to stroke and tease me through the waves of my climax. I was lost in a sea of sensations, my body quivering with aftershocks. When I finally came down from my peak, I was left breathless and utterly satisfied.
Martin leaned over me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, Sharon. I plan to make your stay here unforgettable.”
I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “I can’t wait to see what else you have in store for me, Martin.”
He kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine. “The night is young, and so are our desires. Let’s explore them together.”
As we lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, I knew this vacation would be unlike any other. Martin had ignited a flame within me, and I was eager to see where this journey of pleasure would take us next.
The moonlit garden had become our playground, and I couldn’t wait to discover what the rest of The Royal Chateaux had in store for us. This was just the beginning of an erotic adventure that would push the boundaries of my desires and leave me forever changed.
The Clients Gift
A client of mine recently wanted to buy me a gift basket. He said that was more personal than some Amazon gift certificate, which would have been the easiest thing to do for sure. So he had me pick a few baskets and then he chose the one to send, so I chose a chocolates gift basket, since I adore chocolates. So the next day there’s a knock at the door and it’s the delivery guy with the gift basket is there and it’s huge, I never expected such a large and beautiful gift basket! They guy delivering it is gorgeous as well.
I invite him in to put it down and he’s so handsome I cannot stop staring at him and ask him if he’d like a hot drink, since it’s pretty cold out this evening, his last delivery of the day. He gratefully accepts and I make him a hot chocolate, and we sit down and I tell him a nice client wanted me to have this lovely gift basket. I open the gift basket and there’s a small pot of chocolate body paint inside and I smile and open it and place a dab on the delivery guys mouth and lean down and kiss it off.
Soon we are soon fucking on the kitchen table with chocolate smeared all over us. This gift basket sure turned out to be one hot idea. I slathered his large cock with the chocolate body paint and just lick off every inch of it before he plunges that sweet cock into my cunt. His cock stretches my pussy open as he eases it into me. I grasp his butt cheeks to pull him in even deeper into me and the table is bumping against the wall with every thrust and we fuck until we are both spent and exhausted. I later tell my client what happened and he said he’s glad his gift not only satisfied my sweet tooth, but also brought me some hot sex as well.
Stranger From The Train
Recently I had to go to Toronto for the day and I went by train. I was seated next to a very handsome man and we chatted all the way there and got along very well, I found him not only charming, but was attracted to him and was sorry when the train got in that our little visit was over. I didn’t think I’d see him again. I went about my appointments I had in town and had grossly misjudged the time I would need and I had to kill five hours at the train station waiting for my return train home.
I’d worn some very sexy stiletto heels and although they looked great, I was in no condition in them to walk around to shop or sight see. My feet were not going to take it. I had just sat down and saw the handsome man from the morning, he sat down beside me and said he’d had to change his ticket and stay the night in town, his business meeting had been extended and they needed him the next day as well. I told him about my having to wait five hours for my train and he said he was staying right across the street from Union Station at the beautiful Royal York Hotel and wouldn’t I be a lot more comfortable waiting and chatting in his room and have lunch with him before returning home? I couldn’t say no.
We walked across the street and went up to his room, the entire hotel is beyond gorgeous, as was his room. He called down for room service and it was there in no time flat and we had a wonderful lunch and even more wonderful conversation. It was no secret I was attracted to him, and the feeling was mutual. He leaned over and kissed me and I loved the way he kissed and smelled. Needless to say, it didn’t take us long to fall into his king sized bed in that beautiful room.
He peeled my clothes off and I his, as we caressed each other and he had the most wonderful hands that touched my pussy just how I liked to be touched and he easily made me cum. He then kissed his way down my body and licked my already wet pussy and tickled my clit as he flickered his tongue all over it and I was grabbing his hair in my hand and pushing him just where I wanted him to go and again, I was soon pushed over the edge into another orgasm.
He had certainly ensured I was already pleased and primed before he even got that large cock into me. He asked me if I’d ride him and I didn’t need to be asked twice. I straddled him and easily slid down onto his girthy cock and rotated my hips so my clit was grinding against his cock. My tits were bouncing and he grabbed my breasts and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs. I kept bucking against him until I came a third time and I felt his cock go off inside of me and we just lay there, panting and spent. I showered and freshened up and we had another drink and soon it was time for me to go catch my train back home. I was sure glad I’d overestimated the time I’d need, since I spent the day doing many naughty and fun things with the handsome stranger from the train.
