Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted 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. More recently though, as a frustrated divorcee without a partner and a normal healthy sexual focus I have found the urges getting stronger and the acting out getting more frequent. I'm sure there are others like me, in fact I know there are, so I write this fictionalized account of some of my more memorable exposures. To be able to flash I must have several things happening, I must be in a controlled environment because I want to know who I'll flash and how, I need to be sure that I don't get. I moaned very loudly in response and thrust into her harder than I had yet done.With her hands bracing her on my legs, I drifted my hand up and around her breasts. I released them from the dress and rubbed them all over. As I pinched her nipples, she confirmed what Ashleigh had told her.“Oh my god…Ashleigh was right…you are a fulfilling lover.”I began to struggle to keep my orgasm away, and Abby sensed that.“Cum in me, Jack,” she said. “Please cum in me.”Moments later, as she moved down onto my. God, I’d love to chew on those', he thought, (referring to her ass cheeks). He smiled. He knew he’d be more then willing to sink his teeth down into her ass cheeks. 'I’d love to lick her ass all over', he told himself. 'And look at her hips. Mmmmm, those hips of hers…they go on for miles'. He smiled as he looked at her hips and then her ass once again. She moved a little but hadn’t woken up as of yet. He adored her. He saw it as if he loved her in a manner of speaking. 'Should I kiss her?.Read More