Man in the Mirror

To see, but not to be seen. To slip into your desires and fulfill them as you yearn for them with your body and soul. That is the way I proceed, but in ways you cannot fathom. At night, I slip to the see your yearning. It may be as simple as a change from your longtime lover or as intricate as exploring the fruits of your gender. You look straight at me, but never see me. How could you see through the looking glass? I don’t really have name. But the title ‘Man in the Mirror’ seems to suit me, though I can choose my appearance, Man or Woman. I am a traveler that is never seen. I seek, every night for someone in deep yearning for passion more powerful than they have ever seen. It is not overly complex to find someone with this yearning. I simply slip though the Stream, the small reality what lurks behind your mirror. When going through the Stream, I hear what one says on the other side and find the looking glass. Most people don’t realize how much can be heard when they think they are alone. Of course one may find the odd person watching a bad porno at 2 am or a drunken roll in the sac, but escort avcılar those are casually ignored. I seek something more. Tonight, I slip through the Stream, finding nothing of interest. A happy couple occupying themselves, a drunken hump session, a college student trying his first girl for hire, and a kama sutra pose that barely looked pleasurable. Then, I heard it. A girl talking to her boyfriend on the phone as she brushed her hair for bed. “But I don’t understand why you have to stay three more days on this business trip, babe,” She said, clearly disappointed. The other end murmured something about flight delays and multiple projects. “Alright, I guess it can’t be helped.” More murmurs. “Yes, please come home soon. I love you. Goodnight.” Another murmur and she hung up the phone. She stared at herself in the mirror. Eye makeup perfectly done to compliment her hazel-brown eyes, hair looking like gorgeous honey silk, and pure white soft skin that looked soft enough to touch. But she looked sad, sad enough to almost weep. “He was supposed to come home, he was supposed escort bahcesehir to be here,” She said angrily, seeming to only talk to herself. She bent over her phone to send a text to someone named Julia. ‘He’s not coming, in Chicago for another 3 days’ A quick reply came moments later ‘Bastard. He always does this. Clare, go out and use that number on some guy who might deserve it.’ So, her name was Clare. She stared at her phone for a long while. She finally got up from the vanity at which she sat and disappeared from view. I was disappointed, thinking I would not see her again. But she did come into view again, only dressed differently than her previous look of pink pajama set. She now wore a Black and Scarlet lace rose corset, black lace stockings to match and black silk panties. Gorgeous did not seem like a strong enough word to describe her. Beautiful, ravishing, wonderful, astounding, lovely, stunning….. none of these words could describe the pure beauty that was Clare. She examined her look in the mirror, turning and twisting around. Not a flaw on her. She pressed beylikdüzü escort her 36B breasts together and up, she turned around fully to examine her back and buttocks in full view, and she opened her legs fully at the front to see how the panties hugged her perfect camel toe canal. She seemed to stare into eternity before her. “No, he’s a bastard, but my heart is still his.” She was yearning, aching for the passionate release she could not get on her own. She sighed and disappeared from view, only for a moment, to turn off the light. I watched as she crawled into bed, obviously trying to satisfy her desires. A futile effort in my view. I watched her dark shape move in the bed, heard her breathing and moans, not seeming to be satisfied with her movements. Clare finally gave up and rolled over to rest. I watched for a few moments, letting her drift to the point near sleep. I finally slipped through the mirror in the form of a man. My Stream form can only be described as a reflective being, no features. But now I took the form of a dark haired man. Tall, 6’1 to be exact, dark brown eyes, dark curly hair, and a strong jaw. This body itself seemed strong and fit, muscles lining the bones. And Naked. Clothes seem a little pointless at the moment. I slipped into the right side of the bed, under the covers, and molded myself behind Clare.