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Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

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Tap. Tap Tap.I heard it but was trapped in that foggy, disorienting state between sleep and consciousness. A voice inside my head kept urging me to wake up even though my eyelids weighed heavily, fighting me. Finally, they fluttered open, and I strained to make out the outline of my bedroom in the darkness.Tap. Tap. There it was again – that subtle rapping. I lay motionless, waiting, still struggling to clear my brain fog. It sounded like something was pecking on glass. Suddenly, I remembered the realtor warning my wife and me that old houses settled, made odd creaks and other unexplained noises. Tap. Tap. Tap. Lurching my neck, my ears strained to discern the direction of the taps. Just like before, it stopped again. My wife, Carolyn, stole my attention, shifting underneath the covers beside me. I leaned over her and saw her eyes remained closed. Lucky her … still enjoying her sleep. Considerable time passed with only Carolyn’s soft snores filling the silence. The old grandfather clock in the hallway chimed three times, reminding me of the lateness of the hour. Thinking about the work waiting for me tomorrow, I closed my eyes, deciding I’d solve the mystery of the taps in the morning. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Ugh, not again! My hand shot to my head, twisting my hair in frustration. What was that irritating noise? Oblivious, Carolyn rolled towards me, draping her arm across my bare chest. So peaceful, she looked. I was jealous and was selfishly tempted to wake her so I wouldn’t be alone in my misery. After more quiet time passed, I convinced myself the noise had to be the wind swishing a tree limb against the window. Even though my reasoning seemed sound, an unsettling feeling plagued me. I pulled my wife in tighter against me hoping her body heat would coax me back to sleep. Tap. Tap. Tap. Damn it! I angrily rubbed the sleep from my eyes and decided to investigate. Careful not to wake Carolyn, I gingerly pulled the covers back and slipped out of bed, then padded across the room. Peeling back the heavy drapes, I peered out the window. Nothing. There was no tree limb hanging close enough to scrape the window either. Lightning flashed in the distance, but the rain hadn’t reached us yet. What was making that sound?Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. I snapped my head around, catching the elusive sound’s direction this time. It seemed to emanate from the hallway. Something made me grab my robe and cover up my naked body before venturing outside the bedroom. One glance at my wife assured me she was still fast asleep. I crept into the hallway, cursing the squeaking floorboards below my feet. The taps had ceased again, but somehow, I knew they’d return. Darkness closed around me in the windowless hallway as I stood like a statue … waiting … and waiting … and waiting.Tap. Tap. There! The sound came from the antique mirror hanging on the wall. It was one of the many pieces left in the house from the previous owner. I moved towards it and slid my hand behind it, running my palm along the tattered wallpaper. Nothing. I’m not sure what I thought I’d feel. Carefully, I lifted the bottom of the mirror away from the wall, attempting to peer behind it, but it was too dark to see anything. Tap. Tap. Abruptly releasing the mirror, it thumped against the wall. I looked in the mirror. What– A woman’s face stared back at me! In an instant, I snapped my head around to look over my shoulder. There was no one there. I got whiplash snapping my head back towards the mirror. She was gone! But, I had seen her… and she was breathtaking!I’m not sure how long I stood trembling in the hallway. No more taps were heard. No face reappeared in the mirror. Eventually, exhausted and feeling foolish, I returned to my bedroom, seeking the comfort of my warm bahis şirketleri bed and my loving wife. The translucent, stunning face in the mirror, however, haunted my dreams during what was left of the night.~ooOoo~In the morning, Carolyn set my coffee down in front of me on the kitchen table, waking me from my thoughts. “Are you alright, Michael?””Yeah, sure. Just tired.” But I wasn’t alright. The next few days were a blur. I lost count of how many times I walked past that old mirror. My wife and I continued our work restoring this house we had bought, but when Carolyn’s mouth moved, I heard nothing. My mind was consumed with thoughts of her. Who was she? Crazy explanations rattled around in my head, but I settled on two: I had imagined the whole thing or she was a ghost. By the fourth day, I decided on the former. Tap. Tap. Tap. My eyes shot open and I threw back the covers, racing out of bed, tripping over my shoes on the floor. Thump! After picking my bruised knees off the floor, I continued my race to the mirror. Panting, I stood in front of it and waited … hoped … prayed. She materialized before my very eyes, even more mesmerizing than I had remembered. Her ethereal presence stole my tongue, and I simply stared like a mute fool.She blinked, then her curvy mouth upturned into a tender, somewhat uncertain smile.”Are you real?” she whispered.Her question surprised me. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” I whispered back, returning her smile. In the next moment, she was gone. “No!” My palm smacked the mirror. “Michael?” Oh, no … Carolyn. Trying to calm myself, I answered, “Yes, dear. Everything’s fine. I was just getting a glass of water and stumbled. I’m fine.” “I’m fine” was my go-to response the next several days. In truth, I was far from fine. There were bags underneath my eyes from lack of sleep. I had myself half-convinced I was crazy. Then one afternoon, Carolyn had left to go shopping for material for the new drapes, and I heard it again. Tap. Tap. I was in the bedroom and sped to the mirror. She was there! The most beautiful almond-shaped eyes stared back at me. “Please don’t go…” I begged. My heart was thumping out of my chest. “You are real. I have waited so long for someone to find me.” A single tear trickled down her cheek and she caught it with her slender fingertip. “Who … what … are you?” “I am Annabelle.” “You are beautiful.” The words flew out my mouth before I could catch them.”Am I?” Her cheeks pinked while she fiddled with her long, chestnut tresses; a shy smile adorned her heart-shaped face. “I have not looked upon my own face in ages.” I could see most of her frame in the elongated mirror. From her face, my eyes trekked downward. Her gown was knee-length and see-through. Completely see-through leaving nothing to the imagination. I hardened instantly at the sight of her large areolas adorning voluptuous breasts and the darkened patch covering her mound below. Her form was exquisitely curved and her rounded hips swirled into shapely legs. In a word – perfection. I wanted her to see herself and an idea struck. “I’ll be right back.” I darted away then turned abruptly, returned to the mirror and added, “Please don’t go anywhere this time. I’m Michael, by the way.” She giggled. “I think I shall call you ‘Handsome’.” Such a delightful sound she made when she laughed. I headed back towards the bathroom to fetch what I needed and quickly returned holding the item behind my back. “You ready?””I’m not sure.” She stretched her neck from side to side as if trying to see what was behind my back. “What are you up to, Handsome?” Her compliment had not been lost on me and I smiled as I held the small mirror in front of her. “Oh my goodness!” She stared at her reflection for a bahis firmaları few moments without saying another word. I couldn’t decipher her expression. Was she in shock? She raised a hand to her cheek and her fingertips outlined her features. Was she trying to determine if she was real? A satisfied smile crossed her face and she tousled her hair, seemingly adjusting her tendrils to suit. Stepping back she said, “Not too shabby,” and pursed her lips. “Are you a ghost?” Her smile faded. “I do not know.” “How did you get in the mirror?” “I … I … do not know.” She furrowed her brows.”Can you leave?” She turned around so I couldn’t see her face. Her shoulders shook and I knew she was crying. “I’m sorry. I just want to understand.” “You are upsetting me. No more questions.” She spoke with her back toward me and sniffled back her tears. “I’m very sorry. Please turn back around.” Slowly she turned, twisting the skirt of her gown with one hand while she wiped her tears with the other. I was drawn to her. Not just her obvious beauty, but her spirit tugged at my emotions. “How can I help you?” “Just spend time with me. Talk to me.” “I can do that, Annabelle.” At that moment, I didn’t look ahead at how these interactions would complicate my life. I was just a man wanting to soothe a beautiful woman. ~ooOoo~Our relationship grew from that point. Whenever I had the opportunity, I chatted with her. She deflected any questions, but delighted in hearing about my life. One day she asked, “Handsome, who is the woman I see?” “Oh, um, that’s my wife.” I frowned, disturbed I hadn’t thought to mention her before. “Carolyn’s her name.” She wrinkled her pert nose. “She’s quite bossy, don’t you think?” “Well, no, I’ve never thought–””I hear her always saying, ‘Do this. Do that.'”My stomach tightened discussing my wife, so I changed the subject. “We’re renovating this house.” With that statement, she cocked an eyebrow. “Do tell! I’d love to hear your plans for the house!” I was surprised by her interest, but filled her in on our plans. She wanted more details, so I described best I could our vision of redoing each room on both floors. And so we continued our routine of chatting when my wife was gone. Admittedly, guilt churned in my stomach at times. But I reasoned no one was getting hurt. Sometimes, she had sharp words about my wife which lingered inside my mind. One day, I guess I was tired and my wife annoyed me, which was unusual. “Michael, strip the ratty wallpaper in the hall bath, so I can prep the wall for fresh paint. I think a sunny yellow will look nice.” “Stop bossing me around!” “What? Where did that come from?” She eyed me like I’d suddenly grown two heads. “I’m just tired of you bossing me around like a child.” “Michael, I’m sorry if that’s the way it sounds, but you’ve really dropped the ball on the house reno.” She huffed a deep sigh. “May I remind you that this was all your idea. ‘Let’s buy an old home and renovate it together. It’ll be fun,’ you said.”My face grew red. She was right. I knew she was right. I had said those words and meant them at the time. We had just celebrated our seventh anniversary, and truthfully life felt a little stale. I had thought doing this would add some excitement, creating our new home together with our own hands. But then Annabelle came into the picture, or more correctly a mirror. Immediately, I directed my attention back to the house renovations. It was fun, working alongside my wife. We experienced several mishaps with paint color, etc, but laughed them off. I was happy for a bit. When it came time for bed, I made sure my wife and I walked past the mirror together. This new bliss didn’t last though. Thoughts of Annabelle tugged at my conscience once again. Why couldn’t kaçak bahis siteleri I stay away from her? The next morning, my wife was up early working in the garden, so I approached the mirror and waited. I admit, to my shame, my heart fluttered when she appeared. I had missed her. It seemed the feelings were mutual. “Handsome, I’ve missed you!” Her eyes danced with joy, luring me in immediately. “I’m sorry.” I paused to gather my words. It had proven hard to concentrate in her beguiling presence. “I’ve been working on the house. We are clearing the dead landscaping and I planted–” She had slipped her hand inside her see-through dress and was massaging her nipple. Damn! Not expecting this greeting, my body betrayed my wife without pause. My mind soon followed as I found myself wanting to slip my hand inside her blouse too. No! I can’t do this with her. “Please stop,” I requested, my tone harsher than intended. “Stop what?” She bit her lower lip like a child caught doing something very naughty. Instead of stopping, she lowered her gown, revealing her breasts to me. Of course, they were perfectly formed, just the right amount of plumpness and cleavage. Taut pink nipples adorned their center, begging to be pinched or sucked or–”Stop that! We can’t do this, Annabelle. I’m a happily married man!” My cock betrayed my wife for the second time in the last five minutes as I ached inside my jeans. Annabelle flicked her lips upward into a smile before she resumed her trademark pout. Honestly, sometimes I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss her or spank her. Both options had their appeal. I have to get away from her. Without further word, I turned and stalked away, cursing myself for walking this close to the line. I’m a happily married man. I’m a happily married man…~ooOoo~The next few days I avoided her … again, hurrying past the mirror without a glance on my way to the bedroom. As time passed, concern for her gnawed at me … again. I couldn’t escape this pattern. I justified my feeling by reminding myself of her horrid predicament. She was literally trapped inside the mirror alone. Was I being selfish? It wasn’t like we could actually physically touch one another. Did it really hurt anything to flirt a little if it brought her joy?I finally couldn’t resist and approached the mirror. Carolyn had awakened early and headed into town to run some errands. “Annabelle, are you there?” I stood for several minutes waiting. Panic was starting to build when she suddenly materialized. Her sad eyes broke my heart. “Do you not find me attractive, Handsome?” “Of course, I do. You know I do.” “Do I?” Her eyes filled with tears. My resistance caved. Before one single teardrop could fall, I revealed my body’s response to her, unzipping my jeans and yanking my cock out. “Does this convince you?” She immediately pressed her forehead against the glass staring directly at my stiff member. “Oh my goodness, Handsome. No wonder your wife keeps you tied to her apron strings.” “I’m not tied–”She interrupted. “I want to touch it!” Her eager outburst was unexpected but also arousing. Unconsciously, my hand had moved to my cock and was stroking up and down the length. “Yes, you touch it for me, Handsome.” I shouldn’t be doing this. I was definitely crossing a line. “I will direct your hand as if it was my own,” she purred, her voice lowered into a sultry register. “Do you see now? You see what you do to me?” I placed my free hand on the glass and hers covered mine. “Handsome, concentrate on your head. My hand is caressing up and over the ridge and milking your head.” My hand obeyed. God, it feels good. She hit my most sensitive spot. I looked back at her and her eyes were fixated on my hand. Such a turn-on! “Now, slide your hand all the way down then back up again.” I obeyed again. “Not so fast, Handsome. Sloooowly.” I slowed my stroke, which was painful because I had fast-approached the edge already. This was a very intimate experience for me. “Fuck!” I gasped. 

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