Each glimpse that I see of myself being fucked, fucking or anything else that is searingly hot takes my breath away. I can’t believe that the person who is scorching my senses with the view of their sexiness is me.

Despite this, I rarely seek to watch, to see myself. It’s most likely when a commanding voice demands that I open my eyes to look in the mirror to see what a desperate slut I am. Or, maybe it is watching back a video clip, taken in the moment when the last thing on my mind was remembering to perform for the camera. Sometimes it is a video taken by me of me fucking myself to share with those who I convince myself will like to see.

Even when being fucked in front of a mirror, watching myself isn’t top of my priorities and, as you can see, it’s often so hot that it’s hard to get more than a fractured glimpse.

Sinful Sunday

8 Replies to “Fractured Glimpses”

  1. Oh, yes, scorching is the right word. I love the contrast between your hand and the image we can see in the mirror through the steamed up surface.

    Also, please keep convincing yourself. We do want to see.

  2. There are so many delicious distractions, focusing on me isn’t top of my list, other people deserve my attention.

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