Tawns of Fun

Imagine laying one hand flat on the dresser, your head bent and your eyes screwed shut, as your other hand descends into your underw3ar. After a minute, a mewling gasp startles you.

Mira Mira’s leaning out of the glass, propped up by elbows. Her fingers spend a few seconds caressing your sternum, then move down to your waist. 

“Play with your n!pples,” she bluntly orders, fingertips brushing against a very sensitive spot. 

Imagine Mira Mira developing a crush after spying on you via your bedroom mirror. She’s been arranging the looking-glass room into a love nest. And learning how to write forewards for your sake.

She knows you’d probably run if she tried to seduce you before you’re on her side, so you get dragged into the mirror.

At first you’re too scared to move but by the time your friends come to look for you, Mira Mira has your nak3d *ss against the one-way glass.

Imagine making Mira Mira flustered when she shows you her true face and your first question is why are her eyes so pretty and your second is whether her mouth is the only part of her that looks like it’d be interesting to try to kiss.

Imagine Mira Mira thinking your SO isn’t properly appreciating your beauty so, while you’re getting ready for a date, she pulls you into the mirror to get to know you better and see if you have “inner beauty”, too. 

Note: “Inner beauty” = all up in that.