Mirror of Fantasy

Mirror of Fantasy

My name is Vanessa. I am a thirty-year-old woman who recently lost her beloved husband to a war overseas. I recently moved to Washington state to this old house in the country, which was previously owned by an elderly woman who, can I say is a shut-in. She was getting down on her health as I understood it and went to live with her daughter.

For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and the three-thousand square foot home. The house is two stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture.

I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of the paranormal but over the past month, this house may make me a believer.

Night 1

During the day, nothing happens that I can tell, the strange happenings mostly occur at night. The first started around 6 pm. I was watching America’s Got Talent on the television while eating my Chinese take-out when I felt a cold chill coming from upstairs. When I climbed the stairs, I could have sworn that I heard whispering. I checked the guest bedroom as well as the master and there were no open windows. I shrugged it off and went back down to enjoy my dinner. At 9 pm I retired to the master bedroom for the evening and began to change into my nightie when I noticed the old, Gothic, full length mirror. It had some obvious wear on the edges, but for the most part was still intact. I stripped down to my underwear and examined myself in the mirror.

Up to this point I had tried to stay fit and slim for when my husband would come home from the war and I guess from this point it was just out of habit. I had an average size B-cup breast and you might say an hour-glass figure. My hair was naturally brown and I typically kept it shoulder-length. I assumed he liked me this way as he never complained.

As I looked at my reflection I pictured him behind me, holding me with his hands around my waist as he would. I wiped away a tear from my eye and began to turn toward the bed, but as I began to look away I could have sworn my reflection smiled back at me. Confused, I turned back around but saw nothing amiss.

Two weeks later

It was 12 am and I had lain in bed for the better of three hours and could not sleep. I longed so much for his warm embrace, for his touch. You would think sleeping alone was something I was used to by now. I guess it had been three months since we made love for the last time. At any rate, I was longing for release and my body was on fire.

I took off my red silk nightie and slipped off my black lace panties. I began moving my hands up and down my body before caressing my breasts. I was about to slip my hand down to my aching sex when I heard a whisper coming from the Gothic mirror. When I rose from my bed, I could faintly see my reflection in the mirror, but what I saw I could not explain with my rational mind if I tried.

My reflection was beckoning me to come closer. Alarmed but curious, I slowly made my way to the mirror. As I stood in front of it, my nude reflection sat down spread eagle on the floor. Please note that I was still standing. My doppelganger looked back up at me and motioned for me to sit down and to watch her.

She slipped her finger into her slit and I gasped as I felt the sensation. I glanced down and my pussy was moving as if being touched by an invisible hand. She grabbed her left breast and began to massage while she rubbed her clit. My left breast moved in sync with hers. As I was magically molested by my own reflection I remained speechless. I must have been in a really vivid dream, or at least I thought at the time, and enjoyed her expert touch. I arched my backed as my pussy began to spasm. As I came closer, my reflection fingered me harder and more rapidly. My body began to convulse as my orgasm overtook me. My hips gyrated and my hands shook as I began to moan.

I looked up at my reflection and all of a sudden there were two of me in the mirror, the original reflection lying down in front of me and another leaning in from behind it. The new doppelganger got on her knees and parted the legs of the other. She went down and slid her tongue deep into her wet sex. I jerked as if I felt the tongue as well. Her tongue went deeper than I could have ever thought possible and slid back out tapping my clit.

It didn’t take long and I was already on the way to my next orgasm. Her tongue felt amazing, and just when I didn’t think it could get any better I felt two mouths licking and sucking on my tits. I looked up at the mirror and two more doppelgangers had joined in. I screamed as this next orgasm was more powerful than the first and I squirted my juices all over the mirror. After I settled down, all the phantom touches stopped. I looked back up and there was only one of me in the mirror again. She winked at me and waved goodbye. I laid back down and fell asleep in the floor.

Similar stories

Sharing Kate

“Do you want another drink?” “No thanks man,” I answered with a dismissive wave of my hand. “I think I’m done for the night.” “Oh come on!” Ryan goaded. “Don’t be a pussy!” I just laughed and shook my head at my friend’s persistence. “Fine,” I responded in resolution. “But only if Kate has one too.” Ryan cocked his head in the direction of his girlfriend who was seated on the couch beside me, her legs pulled up under her body. His expression revealed his desire for all three of us to continue our night of drinking. “Ooooookay,” Kate said, rolling...


Likes 0

Horny Reunnion (Part 5)

(Here's the last part written so far, will post the rest when I get to it.) My arms wrapped around her, I held her body close to mine as both our orgasms subsided. I could feel her heart beat slowing down against my chest and her breath against my neck gradually take a normal pace. She nuzzled against the crook of my neck and kissed my shoulder. One arm still holding her body, I combed my fingers threw her long hair and kissed the top of her head. She then moved her head up, kissing my neck and I kissed her...


Likes 0

A Most Erotic Tea Ceremony

The toroko is, for the lack of a better translation, a high class bath house which cleans, massages relaxes the entire body and I do mean each and every important muscle. This is not the type of massage parlor that you find in American cities, nor is it a “whore house.” I have always maintained that entered into with the proper attitude with a simpatico hostess it becomes almost a spiritual experience. An experience I looked partook of two to four times each month for over ten years. I discovered my favorite toroko when I was taken as a guest by...


Likes 0

Sara's Protective Dad part 9

Sara’s Protective Dad part 9 Early in the morning I wake just before dawn, the eastern sky hasn’t lost any of its darkness. I lie there surrounded by my four lovers, worrying what today will bring. In three more hours Sara has an appointment with a new doctor. One hour after that her new car will be delivered back home. I really wanted Sara to be out of the house, but this is not what I had in mind. My eyes have adjusted to what little light the city contributes and filters into the room. Sara and Little Bobby still cuddles...


Likes 0

Japan's Girls Gymnastics Team Pt 2

The next night, after work, I called up to the girl's room. Hi- is this Yukiko?- This is Gordie. I was wondering, if you girls aren't doing anything, if you'd like to go out tonight. It's him! He wants to come up! I heard Yukiko excitedly whisper to her roommates. Yes! We would like to see you very much. Would you like to come up now? Listen, why don't we go out to dinner first? Maybe walk around town for a while. That sounds very nice. We would enjoy that very much. Great. I'll pick you up in half an hour...


Likes 0


The intruder By: Patrick Augello It's Wednesday. The worst day of the week. Also known as the day where I make the twenty minute drive with my step mother, Lisa, up to Dr. Levinowitz's office to discuss my problems. After the incident, my injuries, along with the medical bills and stress, wrenched my family apart. My biological mother committed suicide after seeing her precious daughter's mangled face. Well, mangled body really. She couldn't handle the emotional pain, so she took it upon herself to drink half a bottle of bleach followed by a handle of vodka. Lisa is a great woman...


Likes 0

The Devil's Pact, The Tyrants' Daughter Chapter 7: Sister in the Stocks

The Devil's Pact, The Tyrants' Daughter by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Seven: Sister in the Stocks Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Sunday, May 29th, 2072 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Sacramento, CA I was feeling so much better when I woke up beside Sister Stella the next morning, sunlight streaming through our window. Last night had been magical. I couldn't resist brushing the light-blonde hair from her cheek. I leaned over to nuzzle and kiss her. We reeked of hot pussy, that wonderful musk of love. My pussy itched and my lips worked over to her mouth. I...


Likes 0

From Intern to College Slut PART 2

This is the sequel to the first part with the same title. To fully understand the story, I encourage you to go back and read the brief part 1 of this story. Also, here are a few pics of the slut who is the inspiration of the story; http://imgur.com/a/Brjjl -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe had left Sara a memo letting her now what she is supposed to wear the next day to work. Sara left to work feeling extremely nervous and self conscious. She was wearing a very short and skimpy black dress that barely covered her legs and showed ample cleavage. He ordered...


Likes 0

The Secret Hotel Room

As part of my job I have to travel to head office in London once a month. It’s a completely pointless journey but keeps the bosses happy and gives me an opportunity to watch my progammes on Netflix on the train down from Newcastle. I’ve got into a nice routine where I catch the train after work, be in London by 8 and walk over the road to my hotel in time for a meal and a couple of beers. I’ve been doing it for so long now I know all the staff and it’s like going to my second home...


Likes 0

The 2300 Gathering_(0)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>CHAPTER 1 : Flight to London >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 1624 NON-STOP TO LONDON HEATHROW AIRPORT! Shit! I ran down the terminal in Atlanta to catch my flight to England. I slept in for more than an hour and had to skip breakfast at the hotel. Traffic wasn't too bad but the security checkpoint was a nightmare thanks to TSA. I heard the last call for my flight to London. I had to start running because the gate was on the complete other side of the terminal...just my luck. When I finally make it to the gate, the gate...


Likes 0

Popular searches


Report this video here.