Reflection.

Come stand in front of a mirror, baby.

No rush. Take your time, just when you're able.

The lights are soft, just enough to see yourself looking back at you. But dim enough that the shadows behind you could be me—not holding, not directing. Just near.

Imagine my breath at your ear. My hands, hovering behind yours.

And when you're ready… lift your hands. Let them float up, and I'll catch them lightly, just the tips of my fingers light against the backs of yours.

Now… let's see what you feel like.

Press your palms to your chest. Not too hard. Cup yourself… just feel the shape of your own body. Watch yourself in the mirror as your hands become my hands…

Let your thumbs graze your nipples—slow. Gentle. The kind of touch that makes you sigh. The kind that lingers. The kind you know I'll use on you one day… even if for now, it's yours.

Now follow the line of your body down… your ribs, your stomach. Trace the softness there. That, too. Don't skip it. That's mine. Then let your hands drift lower. Between your thighs, maybe. No need to part them yet. Just feel what's there. Pressure. Warmth. Feel my adoration pulsing through your fingertips…

Now turn… just a bit. Let yourself see the curve of your ass from the side. Run your fingers there. Along the roundness. Appreciate it. I do. Every day. Under work clothes, under a coat… I always see this. And I know it is mine.

You know I'd linger here long, but for now… face the mirror again.

Now, baby. This next part–
It matters.

Look at yourself.

Right in the eyes. Don’t look away.

Slide your hand between your legs. Ease a finger inside… just the one. Take your time, there's no need to rush. But watch your own face. Watch how it changes.

Now… the other hand.

Let it drift behind you. Take a breath. Find that other place.

Just rest your fingertip there. Feel how your body reacts.

Not pushing, not yet. Just presence. Pressure. Promise.

You said it wasn't for solo use… so you don't have to go all the way—not if you don't want to.

If the entrance is as far as your get… I'll still be proud of you for knocking.

But when I tell you that I adore every inch of you?

I want you to know it.

And if you do… you know I'll feel it.

And I will not forget.

Either way, you're in your own hands now. Both of them. And still, you're doing this for me.

Those are my hands you feel.

You can touch yourself however you want. However I want. However we want.

But you must look.

I need you see what I see. See what I adore.

I know it’s vulnerable. I know it’s raw.

But it’s also the most powerful thing I can ask of you.

See yourself, as through my eyes.

Wrecked.

Glowing.

Divine.

This isn't about me taking.

This is about you remembering.

You are a goddess answering her own call.

I am merely the voice that reminded her how.

Baby, we don't need to finish this tonight.

There's not an end that we're rushing toward.

I just wanted you to see.

Yours.