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By Tatyana Dyachenko

My skin is warm. Always surprising to feel the silkiness and shape of my own body. Not sure who it belongs to...perhaps it's not me. Running my hands over my breasts, over my stomach...finding the warmth between my legs and massaging gently. A fire is lit. Swing myself up from the bed. My outline in the large mirror, like a shadow in the gloom. Arch this way, arch that way...still beautiful, rising shapes. Approach the mirror. Face to the glass. Deep eyes staring back, soft mouth touching cool glass. A whisper of the door swinging. Another shadow. A warm hand on my bare cheek, I turn. A light kiss. Pushed back so cold glass chills my back in the warm room.

'Dance for me," and the shadow sits.

Hesitation. Half-hearted undulation. Forget the other shadow. Dance for myself, just for me. Close eyes, hands to the body, smoothing, stroking. Deeper breath as my own touches to my torso tense and push down my body. Winding, winding, beginning to turn and spin. Spinning towards the shadow....

He catches me. Pulls me to him, standing behind me and stretching my arms out wide with his own. Watching my body in the mirror as it stretches, long and smooth. Reaching for my breasts and squeezing. Massaging. Watching his own hands in the mirror as they manipulate me. Biting my shoulders, biting my neck. Feeling his hardness press against me. Reach back to touch him and feel him inhale.

Onto my knees, quickly take away the clothes that are a barrier. Put my face to his penis, warm. Run my hands up in between his legs. Stroke his balls with the back of my hand, face pressed to his penis, to his stomach. Smell him. Breathe him. Little kisses on his shaft, as hot as if he's come out of an oven. Kissing the tip and put the end of him inside my mouth. Run my tongue around him and get him wet. Gently rub my lips over him, just the tip of him. Hold him in my hands and push my mouth down him, still gently, he inhales again. Slowly, slowly, push down, pull back up. And further. And further. He's tensing. Further still and he's deep down in my throat. Every tiny response communicated to me through his breath, his slight movements, his tension. Go faster, catch him and make him urgent. Take the hands away from him, just my lips on him, lips feeling every contour and fold of his shape. Work him, give him rhythm, he's spinning higher, putting a hand to the back of my head, doesn't want me to stop. Starts to moan. Starts to need. Tells me it's coming, like a knife to my gut the words spike me, twist me, make me wetter. Make me need him. Not long now. He pushes hard. Every muscle twitching. And then he's mine. His orgasm like my own. Immediate and overwhelming. I've got him.