She stood in front of her mirror, naked. She slightly tossed her hair back, lifted her arms and let the honey gold locks cascade down her back.

“Look at you! You are a Goddess. You only deserve the best.”

A hand lowered to her breast, coaxing the nerves to come alive, nipples a hardened mass.

“Such beautiful pale skin and perfect pink nipples too. A milky slender neck inviting tongues to caress. You are a true Goddess.”

The other hand moves lower. It gently caresses her abdomen, enlightening her skin. It frizzles the hair at the base of her triangle.

“What a magnificent mount of pleasure. Ahh, you will bring men to their knees.”

It moves lower and softly flicks the bud of her womanhood, she moans in delight. Moisture exudes from her cave of dreams. The fingers move faster, harder, ripping throes of delight from her mouth. She is drowning in her own pleasure. Her hips gyrate trying to mimic the dance of love. She is close to abandonment.

She looks at herself in the mirror,” I love you,” she screams just before her fingers unleashes the rapture she so richly deserves. Her body reacts and contracts with the echo, “I love you,” in her ears.

Her knees buckle and she slowly slips on the bed, spent.

“You’re so beautiful, I love you,” she says as she licks the juice from her hand.

“I won’t let anyone deflower you, my Goddess.”

She keeps on looking at her magnificent body in the mirror till sleep claims its wondrous prize.