Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. ‘What? Who is that?’ ‘It’s Terence.’ ‘Terence? Who?’ ‘I’m sorry, Todd. I forgot. It’s me, beak-boy.’ ‘Beak-boy? What the hell?!’ He raised his voice and twisted his neck, trying to look behind him. A bit hard to do when you’re lying face-down with your hands tied behind your back and your legs spread and tied up to the basement walls, your balls exposed. ‘Where in the hell did you think you could do this to me? After all this time, you still haven’t learned your lesson, have you, you cuckold. I was now easier for me to reach under and from years of experience I was able to pull her knickers aside and allow access to her rapidly moistening hole. My thumb found her clit straight away and using my first two fingers I pushed under parting her lips as I did until they found her entrance and easily disappeared inside each side of my fingers rubbing down the side of her entrance making Emma groan loudly, albeit muffled by my cock still lodged in her throat.For the next five minutes we.Read More
