Letters From Kay, Number 2 – The Mirror Doesn’t Lie

My sweetest love,

I couldn’t sleep again. The moon was so bright it poured through the curtains like it wanted to watch. So I let it. I stood up, let your favorite silk slip slide off my shoulders, and walked naked to that big antique mirror at the foot of the bed… the one you like to move closer when we play…

God, I wish you could see what I saw.

My nipples were already hard little peaks before I even touched them, like they knew they were about to star in a show just for you. I started slow, tracing the chain of the necklace you gave me (the one that always nestles right between my breasts) down, down, until the little diamond pendant rested cold between my legs. I shivered so hard for a second.

Then I cupped myself. Both hands. Full, heavy, spilling over my palms the way you say drives you insane. I squeezed and watched my softness bulge between my fingers, watched myself part with a gasp that sounded exactly like the one I make when you first push inside me. I pinched my nipples the way you do when you’re about to lose control… and the girl in the mirror arched so prettily I almost came right then.

I said your name. Out loud. Over and over.

“Baby… please… right there… yes…”

Every plea you’ve ever dragged out of me, I gave back to my reflection like she could send it straight to you through the glass.

I spread wider. Watched my fingers disappear down in between - where I miss you so much.. where I ache for you. I kept one hand on my breast, rolling the nipple between my knuckles, while the other circled and circled until I had chills over my whole body. When I came, I didn’t look away. I wanted to see what I look like when you see me - to imagine how you feel when you watch me. Turns out I look free, gorgeous, and 100% yours.

I walked away from the mirror, watching my moon-shadow fill the room. I left a kiss on the mirror like I leaned in and kissed you goodnight through the glass.

Bring your loving home soon, handsome. This mirror is getting jealous, and I’m running out of ways to show you what you do to me when you’re not here to watch in person.

I’ll be waiting. Naked. Ready for the real thing…

Forever your naughty girl,

Kay

P.S. I came so hard I accidentally knocked your BoobyPillow off the bed. I’ve been using it. Hurry up and reclaim your spot between these sheets before the pillow thinks it’s winning. 😈

Kay

If The Booby Pillow could talk, she’d be Kay

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