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concluding part of our paranormal erotic fantasy, The Gorgan's Mirror.
Since The Gorgan's Mirror came into her life, Laura's world
has been turned upside down. The boyfriend she thought she
knew turns out to be a complete stranger. The Laura
she thought she knew turns out to be a completely
different person, and the thoughts she is having are frankly filthy.
The Mirror claims to show her the truth, but does it.
Does she really think these sort of salacious thoughts or
are they just lies designed to twist Laura's innocent mind.
As Detective and Dina returns, does he bring answers or
does he just create more questions? HM? Can he satisfied
this deep needs? She is discovered? Hi, it's Devlin and
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to release your inner desires as you listened to my
voice and feel the story of moving through your body
as you enjoy to night show. Laura stood up from
the bed. Damn why did she agree to let Detective
Andino come round? What the hell did he have to
say that couldn't wait until the morning, or better still,
be done over the phone. She was still dressed in
the same clothes she had been when he left This morning,
and she was pretty sure she stank of feminine pleasure
after the events of to day. At least she needed
a shower. Making her way to the bathroom, Laura turned
the falcet undressing, letting her clothes fall into a messy
parle at her feet, stepping under the avalanche of water,
the sensation of it caressing her naked body, amplifying the
after shocks from earlier. What the hell was wrong with her?
Was this some strange attack of hormones. She wasn't a
spring chicken, but she thought she had a few years
before the change kicked in. She had to fight with
herself not to sink into the sensual pleasure of the
water and enjoy her body once again. Stepping out of
the shower, the temptation of the water fell silent as
she turned the full set and drying herself, she made
her way back to her bedroom, the mirror seeming to
glow with a soft rose warmth as she neared it,
ignoring it. There was no time for that. Now she
had to get dressed, Fingering through hangers of outfits, each
one more suitable for a librarian than the temptress Matt
had always complained about her being clain Jane with the
way she dressed, But why did she even care? The
detective was coming round to discuss the case. This wasn't
a hot date. She might have more than a passing
interest in him, but there was no way to know
if those feelings were reciprocated. Pulling out a button up
skirt and white shirt, she lay it on the bed.
Out of the corner of her eyes. She could not
help but notice the glow of the mirror was pulsing aggressively.
Unable to resist, Laura stepped forward, looking at herself in
the mirror. The mists in the mirror slowly parted to
reveal her now familiar, beautifully confident reflection superimposed upon her
own body. She realized there wasn't really a lot of difference.
Glora lifted her shoulders to match the reflection's position, moving
her arm back, her naked breast pressed forward. Gravity may
no longer be her friend, but they were her breasts.
This was her body and it had served her well.
The mist cleared further, the image growing in clarity. She
realized her reflection wasn't naked, but adorned with sensual laingerie,
A pearl white lace teddy, the kind law had bought
once and then resigned herself to never wearing, and kept
it in the bottom of her closet drawer. Pulling the
drawer open, she rub me through it manically, talking at
the various selections of very sensible underwear, before her fingers
found the soft caress of la slipping the soft material
over her body. The touch of the lace felt so
good against her naked skin. It teased over her nipples
in such a delicious way, the movement of her arms
forcing her nipples to brush gently underneath the fabric, firming them,
pulling them so tight. She gasped looking in the mirror,
the mist clearing, but this time it was just her.
She was looking at that her dressed in white lingerie
and feeling more confident, more in control. Looking down at
the dark triangle between her thighs reminded her of the
one thing missing, panties. Turning back toward her dresser to
find the panties, she noticed a stick of red lipstick,
one she could never remember buying. Confused, she picked it
up and stared at it for a moment, studying it
as if she expected it to burst into flames. Suddenly,
her mind was shaken by a strong knocking at the door.
Fuck was out thirty minutes. Already panicking, she grabbed the
button up librarian skirt and shirt from her bed and
put it over the launcherie before shoving her underway back
into the drawer and closing it hurriedly. Stopping, she looked
at the lipstick. Grabbing it, she adorned her lips in
red for the first time in her life, catching one
last glimpse of herself in the mirror. She still looked
like a librarian, but now a confident one that had
a dirty little secret hidden underneath those clothes. Yes, and
beautiful red lips that smiled. As she made her way
to the front door and opened it, the strong frame
of Detective Andandina and dominated her view. Hi, Laura, he started,
I just have some information for you that will hopefully
for this sorry event to bed. I thought you would
want to know sooner rather than later. Thanks, come in,
she said as she stepped back, giving him access to
her apartment. She hadn't noticedy a rumor of his cologne before,
but it surrounded her now as he walked in. There
was something so incredibly earthy and masculine about this scent,
Laura whimpered as he passed her, thighs squeezing involuntarily. Together,
she bit her lip in an effort to control the feelings.
What the fuck was her pussy doing to her? She
was a hot mess already and he had only just
walked in the door, closing the door behind him. She
followed him into the sitting room, being caught in the
jet stream of his fragrance. Was not helping her self
control one bit. As he sat on the sofa, Laura
tried to recoup some normality and asked coffee. He nodded,
saying that would be great. I've only had the station
coffee all day and that stuff is disgusting. Listening to
the kettle begging its gentle assent to boiling, Laura turned
and leaned against the kitchen counter, asking, you said you
had some information. Yes, the autopsy was done this afternoon.
I'm sorry to tell you it was a heart attack,
probably caused by an overdose of viagra. His eyes were
warm with sympathy, and he started sounding uncertain. Go on, detective,
tell me, I'm a big girl. I can take it,
Laura said, smiling, her eyes glancing down as she caught
sight of her naked skin exposed in a gap in
the buttons of her skirt. Damn, in her haste to
get dressed, she had missed several buttons, and her thigh
was exposed. A warm blush caressed Laura's cheeks as a
voice in her head reminded her she wasn't wearing panties
any more. That thought alone teased her pussy aggressively. Something
god knows what, but something filled her with a mischievous
delight as she back against the counter, the loose buttons
on her skirt falling open a little more to expose
the top of her thighs. Her nipples tightened beneath the
sheer lace of her teddy. She could feel them pressing
through her shirt. Normally she would blush and try to
hide herself, but right now she pushed them forward, proudly
announcing her arousal. The growing sensations were intensified, but detective
Atina's reaction, he shifted awkwardly on the sofa, pulling his
jacket over his lap, trying to conceal the bulge in
his pants that Laura had caught a brief glimpse of.
His eyes traced up the exposed skin of her legs.
The warm caress of her desire teased over her naked
thigh in response. By the way his pupils dilated and
the way he licked his lips, Laura guess the detective
had seen that as well. His eyes devoured her breast
as he started to speak again. Well, well, m he
started nervously. Laura found herself wondering how painfully hard his
cock was now if it was already weeping beneath those
starch pants. Closing his eyes, he was obviously trying to
regain some sort of control. Okay, it turns out he
had traces of seamen in his ass and mouth. I'm
sorry to tell you who's either bisexual or gay. We
asked around down the gym, and he was well known
for being intimately involved with some of the men there.
When we asked in his other haunts, they thought he
was straight, So I guess he kept it well hidden.
I just didn't want you hearing about this without knowing.
He concealed it very well. Laura felt intoxicated with the
effect she was having on this man. She had never
before been in this position, and she loved it. Thank
you for going to the effort of telling me. I
would like to say I'm surprised, but Matt never really
satisfied me. I only fucked him. And to remind myself,
I can make a man hard. It's a good feeling
knowing a man is hard because of me, she said,
emphasizing the hearts. Was she possessed by some demon? Was
this truly the woman she was? As the mirror suggested
the detective, Sadam's apple mobbed up and down nervously. She
was sure there were beads of sweat peppering his forehead.
So this is what real power felt like, the power
to bring a man to his knees and be desperate
to fuck you. This was so much more fun than
getting them just hard. I'm sure you wouldn't have a
problem making any man hard, Laura. God knows why he
wanted to be anywhere else, the detective said, shakly, pressing
his hand down into his groin and to suppress his desire.
His gaze eventually met lauras, his eyes pleading with lust.
You mentioned you had a thing for antiques. Would you
like to see my mirror? Laura asked, trying to sound innocent,
trying not to sound like her intention was to get
him into the bedroom. H yes, Laura, that would be great,
he said, standing keeping his jacket deliberately closed. Thankful for
a change of topic, Laura stepped away from the counter,
deliberately brushing the detective as she passed, so she could
feel his erection through the material of his jacket. The
momentary touch burned on her hand and in her mind
she could see his hard cock, she could feel it,
she could taste it. Follow me, she said, playfully, as
she strided along the corridor and into her bedroom. Sitting
on the edge of the bed, her legs parted slightly.
She said, you can touch it, but be gentle. It
is extremely responsive. Watching the detective look at the mirror
as she sat on the bed, she smiled as a
frame glowed gently as his hand neared it. Pulling back
in shock, he looked toward Laura. What the fuck? He said? Oh?
I did say it was responsive. Don't worry, It's perfectly safe,
she replied, smiling uncertain. The detective turned back toward the mirror,
reaching a single finger up, the frame glowed a little
more intensely. The tendrils writhed as his finger neared them.
The mists danced across the mirror, the detective watching it, mesmerized.
With his head between her and the mirror. Laura could
only catch glimpses of what he saw. Her straddling his
face writhing Briefly, she saw his large cock in her hand,
her fingers stretching around his girth. Turning his head to
face Laura, his fingers still caressing the writhing tentrils, he whispered,
what's it doing, his eyes masked with im fusion. Oh,
he's just showing you what you want, Detective Laura responded,
sliding along the bed toward the detective, her hands pushing
his jacket open and stroking the firm bulge in his pants.
But I guess detectives can't seduce victims of crime, she
whispered as she unbuckled his pants, sliding her hand around
his waist. Her fingers discovered the leather pocket holding his
handcuffs before she slid his pants over the tight curves
of his butt. Lowering her head, she kissed gently along
the bulge, pressing in his boxes, biting his shaft gently
through the material. She grinned as he moaned loudly, holding
her mouth against his shaft. She whispered, you better lay
on the red, detective, as you can't seduce me that
Old Laura would have been surprised the detective lay so
obediently on the bed. She would have been amazed that
she had produced the handcuffs and was currently attaching them
to his wrists, securing him to the bed. Standing up,
Laura watched her prom detective for a moment, admiring him
on the bed in the same way she might appreciate
a work of fine art. Well time to see how
accurate the mirror is, she said, as she started unbuttoning
her shirt, sliding the soft material over her shoulders to
reveal her breast. Adorned by the whisper of the lingerie,
the detective whimpered as his eyes traced the curves of
her body. She might be a few sizes bigger than
the magazine said she should be, and gravity might have
cruelly dragged parts of her body further south than they
were twenty years ago. But damn, watching this man tied
to the bed with his aching cock tinting in his
boxes with aggression, she felt like the most beautiful supermodel
in the world. Releasing the few buttons of her skirt
that were actually fastened. She let it slide over her
naked thighs a little, detective, I forgot to wear panties,
she said coyly as she pressed her hand between her thighs.
And I am so wet for you, she finished, as
she dragged a hand up from between her legs and
held it up to show her pleasure dripping from her fingertips,
before sucking each one slowly. One a taste, she asked, smiling.
The detective nodded, enthusiastically, grining like a boy in a
candy store. Laura leaned over the bed, slowly moving up
the detective's body, carefully easing her legs either side of
a strong thigh. She lowered her hips, her clip brushing
the length of his muscle. Feeling intense and anticipation sent
shock waves resonating through Laura's body, pressing lower. His thigh
pressed along her folds as she thrust her hips up
and down his leg. The sensation of her juices coating
his thigh stimulated her own feelings of lust. Her gaze
burned into the detective's eyes as he watched her, entranced
with her uninhibited desire. The feeling of his erection pressing
against her stomach. That first touch of his precomb as
anticipation overflowed through him was intoxicating. This power was truly
better than any drug. Sliding higher, Laura grasped the pillow
from under his head and threw it to the floor,
his head falling flat against the mattress. With an unceremonious
thumb turning, she spread her legs over that detective face.
Looking back down his body, she lowered herself until the
bristle of his stubble teased her clip. Moaning, she kissed
down his stomach, holding her body weight on one hand.
Her other hand pulled his boxes down, exposing his pulsing erection,
before her fingers caressed around his shaft, gently stroking up
and down his length with just her finger tips. The
detective's hips rose with carnal need, thrusting into Laura's grasp,
lifting his head slightly, his lips sucking at her folds hungrily,
he sunk reduces, his tongue pressing between her lips. He
pushed deeper before sliding his tongue along the length of
her pussy with a single broad stroke. Laura arched with
a beautifully feline motion as she pressed a pussy against
his lips, the hot caress of his breath pummeling every
nerve in her pussy. Moaning gently, Laura dropped her head,
brushing her hair over the tip of his cock. His
gentlemans vibrated against her clip, as his tongue flicked voraciously
over her sensitive nub and kissing along his shaft. Laura's
lips danced up and down his erection, her red lipstick
peppering his cock with smudged outlines of her lips, circling
her tongue around him, her lips around his shaft as
she slid up and down his length, her moans vibrating
along his eraction, enticing his hips to thrust gently into
her mouth. Looking up through her hair, the miracle heard
a beautiful rose gold, the mist clearing as a beautiful
woman watched them, her body cavacious and stunning, her head
moving in perfect time with Laura's. Laura's pussy throbbed with
the sensation of being watched in a way she had
never thought possible. Her hips pressed down against it, his mouth,
his double burning at her clit, his burning breath short
and desperate as Laura felt consumed with her desire. The
woman in the mirror reached between her porcelain thighs, her
hand moving with aggressive strokes. Lora smiled around the cock
in her mouth, her hand slipping between his thighs, massaging
his bulls before she firmly pressed two fingers between his thighs,
sliding between his bulls and ass forcing his cock to
swell in her mouth. The detective bucked at the sensation,
his cock pressing hard into Laura's throat, forcing a slight
gag reflex. The first drops of his orgasm caressed the
back of her tongue as her mouth lid up and down,
his shaft aggressively, as his tongue flicked aggressively at her clit,
sucking it before hard broad strokes of his tongue pu
her body tensed. Her orgasm exploded, burning through her body
like a wildfire, lifting her head up sharply. Hemowed loudly
in disappointment, her body still trembling. Laura moved uncertainly down
the detective. Taking his trembling erection in her hand. She
rubbed his glistening tip against her still throbbing clit. Her
body buckled at the sensation forcing her to bend double.
Raising herself back up, she guided his cock between her lips,
sliding down his length slowly, her whole body trembling as
a sensation of his throbbing cock pressing against the trembling
walls of her pussy, accentuated the aftershocks of the orgasm
still moving through her. Her pussy clutched, grasping his cock tightly,
forcing a loud moan from her lips as she impelled
herself along his length. Reaching down, she rubbed her clip,
the aftershocks of electricity assaulting every nerve in her body.
Watching the beautiful woman in the mirror reflect her actions
perfectly rubbing her own clip, lifting her body up and down,
Laura tensed again, unable to withhold the wave of pleasure
that threatened her sanity. In perfect time, her reflection tensed.
The two of them, seemingly united in their pleasure, immersed
in each other's carnal desires. Their gaze is locked, their
bodies tied in perfect unison. They leapt over the edge
of the cliff, They're orgasoms resonating between them. Laura's pussies
squeezed along the detective's cock, forcing a warm explosion of
pleasure to erupt inside her, a breathing, slowly calmed gas,
her pleasure quieting. Somewhere in the distance behind us, She
could hear the detective call a name as his cock
still pulsed a warm come inside her. She tried to
hold her reflection's gaze for a little longer. She wheeled
her to stay, but yet again, the mists failed the
mirror and Laura's senses returned to the hearer. Now, she
suddenly realized the detective had actually been asking her a question.
Shaking her head to clear the effects of the mist,
Laura said, sorry, that was pretty intense and dull my
senses for a while. I said, could you pass me
the handcuff keys from my pants pockets? My wrists are
a little raw. After that, the detective responded, Oh, of course,
she replied, sliding off him and collecting his pants from
the floor, releasing the handcuffs. His wrists were covered with
an angry red, not quite bleeding, but not far from
it either. Laura grabbed a discarded pillow from the floor
and replaced it on the bed before laying next to
the detective, enjoying the warm glow moving between their bodies.
So what's your first name? I can't go round calling
you detective Andino, now can I. It's mikayl, Michael replied,
rubbing his wrist before putting his arms around Laura. So
that mirror is pretty special, he whispered that, both of
them staring into the mists. Yeah, it is said. It
showed me the truth, but I don't know much about
its magical as such. I was just asked to find
it and get it here, she replied dazily. Who instruct
to you? Michael asked curiously, Jimmy Browbent. He is a
collector and has a gallery of supernatural artifacts, Laura said,
feeling her body drifting laately with the after glow of
pleasure on cheapside. He asked, Yeah, you know him, Laura said,
curiosity waking her a little. Oh yes, and I don't
think he will be needing this mirror. There was a
fire in his gallery today. Apparently the only thing that
survived was some old manuscripts about something called the Gorgan's Mirror,
which I'm guessing is currently stood at the bottom of
your bed. Really, Laura shouted, sitting upright, Oh yes. They
could only identify Jimmy from his dental records. The strange
thing is there was also charred remains of some sort
of tentacles that were wrapped around his arms and legs.
It seems so he could to escape. It was pretty horrific,
Michale said, calmly, his gaze focused on the mirror while
his fingers played with Laura's hair. Can you get me
a copy of that manuscript? Laura asked excitedly. I guess
if you wanted to see me again, I could, he replied, grinning.
Laura slapped him on the chest playfully. Okay, then I
might even wear panties next time. Oh no, need to
go overboard. You're perfect just as you are, McHale said, laughing.
Oh you haven't seen the panties I had in mind,
Detective Mikhail Andino, she said, as she reached down and
squeezed his balls gently. So I hope you enjoyed that,
and I hope all your fantasies are in there. Next week,
another story and we can get wild in bed all
over again. And so until next time, and always with
your pleasure in mind, This is Devil and Wild, wishing
you solacious dreams.