Amorous Goods: Self Love Mirror

Prologue:

A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

Vikki had never been the thinnest woman in a group. Always enough skin to grab on her love handles to hinder her self image. While cataloging the various pieces of the estate with the handwritten ledger left behind, she came across item 1691 titled the 'Self Love Mirror'. Instantly she was curious. In the notations were a set of directions for use.

1. Be in a closed room alone with the mirror.

2. Stand in front of the mirror where you can see yourself fully.

3. Point at the mirror and say "You will love me".

Seemed simple enough. She had heard in the past about similar things being done as positive affirmations. The sentiment and intention of such an act was definitely something she could understand.

She decided to try it. She put the ledger down and went to close the door. As she walked back in front of the mirror she felt more than a little silly with all this ceremony.

"In for a penny . . ." she goaded herself on.

She pointed at the mirror and let out a slight sigh. Nervous tension built at the base of her ears and caused her to raise her shoulders slightly.

"You will love me" she commanded.

Feeling embarrassed at this a wide smile cracked her face, as she reflexively looked down to her feet. Avoiding eye contact with her own reflection, like a crush she had just confessed to. A hand from in front of her slid gently under her chin and raised her gaze.

A carob face shaped as her own, with similarly plump lips also wearing apricot lipstick, and matching hazel eyes. Vikki's lips parted in slack jawed amazement. The reflection took this invitation for a deep kiss.

Her tongue slid precariously into Vikki's mouth. Timidly and tenderly touching her own tongue. Daring it to dart into her mouth as well. When Vikki did the reflections lips slid off hers sucking the tip of Vikki's tongue. Dragging off the tip of it just long enough to grin before recommencing the kiss.

This time both Vikki's and her reflection's tongues waltzed back and forth together between their mouths. The reflections other hand slowly took firm hold of her side, before the first hand dropped from her chin to grab the other. Pulling Vikki closer and lifting her ever so slightly.

The reflection pulled its mouth down slightly and bit Vikki's lower lip, before moving down to peck at her neck. Being slightly lifted as he reflection's head moved down, Vikki could finally see the mirror again. Now the room displayed in it was missing her. This truly was her reflection!

A realization she was quickly distracted from, as her reflection gave her shoulder a nibble causing a shudder to run through her? The reflections hands released her sides. They started to hastily undo her blouse. The reflection's mouth left her shoulder; returning to meet with Vikki's mouth.

She felt her shirt open, and again her reflection bit her lower lip. Lingering their this time as its hands slid behind Vikki to effortlessly unhinge her bra. As the reflections lips left hers, it pulled down the shoulders of her blouse. It put a hand on Vikki's shoulder as it moved around behind her. Then it slid her bra straps over her shoulders by slowly tracing a finger out from her neck on both sides simultaneously.

Letting the bra fall on its own. It's mouth pounces on her other shoulder this time. Its hands sliding under her arms to caress her breast. Gently cupping, then lightly kneading them. Occasionally giving the nipples a small pinch.

It's mouth readjusted position moving slightly backwards. Vikki felt enraptured by her reflections caring dalliance. Its mouth moved again, this time to the back of her neck.

The reflection dropped one hand down to start slowly bunching up the front of her skirt, as its other hand crossed her chest to more strongly grope her breast. It's head moved to the side of her neck now as it pulled her into a tender embrace. Its chest also bare now pressing against her back. Warm and pillowy skin against hers.

The skirt bunched up entirely at the front, its hand down their skillfully holds it bunched between its wrist and her belly. The fingers nails lightly dragging against her skin. Slipping under the top of her panties. Its middle and ring finger sliding to the sides of her clit.

The hand on her breast slides off and up to her neck. Gripping it ever so slightly and forcing her to expose a bit more of her neck to the side with its mouth. It readjusts its mouths position again. Its fingers on her clit start quickly but lightly batting side to side. Vikki's moans at this point become notable and she tries to stifle them.

In response her reflection buries itself a bit deeper into her neck and presses a little more into her clit. She can't hold herself back. Moaning and gasping freely. Every so many times its fingers swish side to side its middle finger will trace quickly under the clit. Seemingly intent on not doing it in a predictable pattern.

Her pleasure building like a slow going fire in her. Closer and closer it brings her with its fingers strumming away as its mouth on her neck forces her to do vocals for this melody of sensation.

Its hand on her neck drops down to her side, still hugging across her. Its mouth slides to her shoulder. The hand on her side gently twisting on her love handle. Its hand lower down slides lower now. Its middle finger easily slides inside her twitching quickly as it presses to its palm which gently presses her right above the clit.

Her insides tighten as her pleasure erupts into orgasm. The finger inside her seeming unimpeded by the additional resistance. Drawing her o out for every moment it can.

When the sensation finally passes, she no longer feels its touch. She looks up at the mirror to see herself beaming and half dressed. Lipstick slightly smudged. Glistening with drool on her shoulders.

Standing in front of her now is not only her reflection, but also such a wonderous and generous lover. With new eyes can she begin to admire everything about her.