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Subject: {ASSM} "Mirror, Mirror" {Dancer} (MF Fsolo cons dream rom)
Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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{ASSM} "Mirror, Mirror" {Dancer} (MF Fsolo cons dream rom)


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Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little 
opus, holds all rights of reproduction.  Private copies for 
personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial 
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(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too!  ;)

Editor's Note: Yep; got a new Disk O' Stories(tm) in the 
mail today.  In addition to all these usual ones, she also 
had an ALPHABET series for me - twenty-six 'quickies' (none 
over about 6kb) which I'll be posting three every day for 
the next two weeks (M-F) in addition to this stuff.  ENJOY!
(I did:)

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"'And I say unto thee, thou shalt not readth this scripture 
should thee be of an age of one score less two winters. For 
these words may hold sinful thoughts and deeds, I beseech 
thee to turn away! Harvest thy plentiful crops and 
slaughter thy plump lambs! Away, away, I say unto thee with 
heavy heart.'"

Book of Omens (8:9-23) orig.

"'Don't read this story if you are under the age of 18. The 
following contains sexual material. You have been warned.'"

Book of Omens (8:9-23) American translation

{That's it - I give up!  I can't compete with this; I'm 
getting *Dancer* to write MY disclaimers! - Empath}


Mirror, Mirror 
By Dancer 
Copyright 2001

The first time I saw 'him' shocked me. I mean, I was taking 
care of some personal business...okay, okay! I was 
masturbating! There, I said it. Where was I? Oh yeah, 
'him'. It was a few weeks ago, right after I moved my 
great-grandmother's hoop-mirrored vanity into my bedroom. 
It was built of solid tiger oak with authentic ivory 
handles on the drawers - very old and *very* expensive! 
Well, that night I dressed up in my sexiest bra, panties 
and come-fuck-me-pumps and got lost in my ultimate fantasy: 
dancing for a sheik and becoming part of his harem. I know 
it's cliche, but whatever melts my butter, right?

So, anyway, I'm getting hot and wet off my little mind 
teaser; touching myself all over. I turn my back on 'sheik' 
(the vanity mirror) and painfully slow, slip my lacy 
panties down over my hips, shaking my ass the entire time. 
Of course, 'sheik' is getting turned on by my striptease 
and orders me to lie on the bed. With one final hip shake, 
I let my panties drop to my ankles, kicking them away and 
get on the bed. Lying on my back with knees bent and thighs 
spread, I part my labia so 'sheik' has an unobstructed view 
and begin fingering my clitoris.

I keep my legs and pussy wide open as I cum repeatedly. The 
high wore off and I rubbed my juices over myself, then make 
a good showing of sucking the cum from my fingers. Levering 
my body up on my elbows, I stare into the mirror, asking 
seductively, "Will I satisfy your desires, Sheik?" The 
image of a tousled me morphed into one of a dark-haired man 
with amber eyes and a wolfish smile. My legs snapped 
together and I grabbed a sheet to cover myself. The image 
faded away, leaving a fogged over mirror. The answer wrote 
itself out, cutting into the steam-coated glass:  -yes-

"Hey! Hey! Who are you?" I shouted at the mirror as I 
jumped to my feet. The sheet was wrapped around me like a 
bath towel and I touched the mirror just below the word 
yes. I whispered my entreaty again, hoping for an answer 
but not getting one. Quickly, I threw on a shirt and 
sweatpants and sat down on the velvet bench, wondering how 
I could call the man back. Taking a deep breath, I said, 
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who's the fairest one of 
all?" An invisible finger stroked through the steam: -you-

My jaw dropped. I tried another rhyme. "Mirror, mirror, on 
the wall. What's your name? Might it be Paul?" (Stop 
laughing! it was the best I came up with on such short 
notice!)

-no-

Okay. This was going to be difficult. I could ask one 
question, in seven syllables, ending with a word rhyming 
'all'. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall. How can you give me a 
call?" Nothing appeared. "Hey, wait a sec! You wrote an 
answer when I asked my dream sheik if I would satisfy his 
desires and that's not part of the rhyme!" I frowned at the 
mirror.

-never assume-

I might have been slow on the uptake but I learned from my 
mistakes. I rested my elbows on the vanity, cupping my chin 
with my hands. "Who are you?"

-spirit-

"Okay, what's your name?"

-devlin-

"Mmm, Devlin. Can I see you again like I did earlier?" The 
mirror shimmered and he appeared. I reached out with one 
hand, tracing the fullness of his mouth and feeling only 
the glass between us. His eyes closed and he seemed to 
enjoy my touching him, even though I couldn't feel anything 
except the mirror. "I can't feel you," I said frustrated. 
"Can you feel me touching you?" Devlin disappeared as the 
mirror steamed up again.

-yes-

"I bet you'd like me to touch you all over."

-yes-

Chuckling, I replied, "Just like a man."

-expect different-

"Well, that's something to think about. Should I expect you 
to be different or did I expect you to be different?"

-first one-

"Ah, so you're saying you aren't like all the other guys 
I've met," I said and stretched my back muscles. "I figured 
that one out, Devlin. For one thing, you're a ghost. I hate 
to ask, but are you dead?"

-yes-

"Are you going to haunt me?"

-maybe-

"Maybe? What the hell does that mean?"

-dreams-

"Ooo, you'll haunt me in my dreams. Gotcha! I guess I 
better hop into bed and go right to sleep."

-au revoir-

"Back at you, Devlin," I said and kissed my fingertips, 
then pressed them against the mirror. I stood up, quickly 
removed my sweats and climbed between the sheets. Sleep hit 
me fast, before I had any time to wonder just how Devlin 
would visit me.

<dream state>
I was in a large executive's office totally naked. Devlin 
sat in a big leather chair behind the desk, looking very 
Ally McBeal dressed in a three-piece suit. He steepled his 
fingers and stared across the desk at my body. I walked 
over to him on autopilot and knelt before him, head bowed 
in submission. 'I like it already,' I thought to myself.

-i know- Devlin's richly timbred voice echoed through my 
mind. I peeked through the veil of my lashes, watching as 
he undid the fly of his suit pants and freed his rampant 
manhood, then motioned for me to take it in my mouth. I 
scooted to him and lowered my parted lips over the 
glistening cockhead. -like- he said, the questioning 
inflection clear.

"Hmm-mm," I said aloud, my words muffled from the dick in 
my throat. I began caressing his shaft with my tongue.

-no- Devlin touched my silky hair.

'Don't suck you off?' I thought to him. 'What do you want 
me to do?'

-wait- So, I waited. He was thick and hot as he rested 
along my tongue. I had to swallow the build-up of saliva. 
-fine- he sent me. Okaaay. -follow me- Devlin slowly 
swiveled the chair sideways and I moved with him. My head 
nestled against his lap, obscured by the huge desk, but I 
realized my ass was exposed to the center of the room.

The door clicked softly shut. Uh-oh, somebody is in here 
with us. The way I was positioned denied me from seeing who 
that person was. 'Devlin?' I asked, mentally sending a 
frightened tone with the question.

-my brother- he answered. The brother's hands kneaded the 
rounded globes of my ass and I spread my legs open, 
exposing my dampness. Fingers stroked down the crack to my 
slit, rubbing around the wet opening between my inner lips. 
I arched my back, lifting my rear higher and moaning around 
the cock in my gullet. The fingers teased my clit, getting 
me hotter and wetter. They left me for a moment and I heard 
the rasping sound of a zipper being lowered. The familiar 
sensation of a hard dick pushed against my feminine hole 
made by body shiver with antici-(sayit!)-pation.

He sheathed himself in my heat, groaning, "Yesss." Lord, 
this was pleasurable. A dick down my throat and another up 
my cunt. The man plunged deeply, chafing the entrance of my 
womb on every thrust and I came quickly and repeatedly. He 
came as well, painting the walls of my channel with spurt 
after spurt of creamy semen. 
</dream state>

I woke up suddenly and blinked sleepily. The buzzing of my 
alarm clock told me it was six in the morning and time to 
get cleaned up for work. I threw back the covers, climbed 
out of bed and padded to the toilet. I peed and wiped 
myself with a wad of toilet paper. I showered, dressed and 
drove to the business offices where I worked as a typist.

The day went along as usual until I needed to copy some 
out-going memos for accounting. I swung the manila folder 
in my grasp as I strolled jauntily to the copy room. The 
copier was opened and a man squatted on the floor, fiddling 
with the innards of the machine. I fidgeted, shuffling my 
feet back and forth as I cleared my throat. He glanced at 
me over one shoulder. "Yesss?"

My jaw dropped in surprise and the rest of my body soon 
followed. I came to with the man lightly hitting my cheeks 
and I groaned, "What happened?"

"You fainted, I think," he responded. "Are you OK?"

I slowly sat up, holding my head with one hand. "Yeah, I 
don't know why I fainted like that. It's never happened 
before." His face was filled with concern as I gaped at 
him. He had the same amber eyes, full lips, aristocratic 
nose and skin tone as the ghost in my mirror. The hair was 
a touch lighter shade of brown and he wore wire-framed 
glasses. "Devlin?" I croaked.

He frowned. "No, my name's Drake. How do you know about my 
brother?"

"I had a dream last night about a man I called Devlin and 
he looked like you," I explained, deleting the naughty 
parts.

Drake drew back and sat abruptly on his kiester. "Were you 
in a high-class office suite?" I nodded, sucking on my 
lips. "Naked?" he mouthed. I shook my head yes again. "Holy 
Christ." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I had the same 
dream, too." He leaned close to my ear and asked quietly, 
"You were sucking Dev off and I took you from behind."

"Uh-huh," I squeaked out. "Maybe we should talk about 
this," I said as I got to my feet and straightened my 
clothes.

Drake got up, too. "Preferably some place quiet."

"Stop by my place around eight. There's something you need 
to see." I told him my direction and he nodded. I rushed 
back to my desk and tried in vain to finish my workload. My 
mind was stuck on the meeting tonight so I gave up and 
drove home.

Eight o'clock rolled around and I was a nervous wreck when 
Drake showed up. I let him in, locked the deadbolt and took 
him upstairs to my bedroom and the vanity. I brought him to 
the bed and sat him down. "This is going to sound crazy, I 
know, but it's the truth."

"Go ahead," Drake replied and folded his hands in his lap.

I took a deep breath and began. "Devlin is haunting my 
vanity mirror." I faced the silvered glass. "Devlin, are 
you there?" I chewed on my lips and shot a look back at 
Drake. His eyes widened a bit, seeing the mirror cloud over 
and the word written there.

-yes-

"Your brother, Drake, is here with me," I said and tucked a 
strand of hair behind one ear. 

-you like-

My face grew warm as I blushed. "Yes, I do. He's very 
handsome but you already knew that."

Drake came up behind me. "Why the little fantasy, Dev?"

-need help-

"What do you mean? Who needs help?" Drake asked.

-you-

"I don't need any help," he sighed.

-need love-

He cut through the air with his hand. "Bullshit, Dev. It's 
bullshit and you know it."

-broken heart-

"'Broken heart'? What's he talking about?" I asked Drake as 
he paced.

-erin- Devlin wrote on the mirror.

"Who's Erin? A girlfriend?" Drake quit pacing at the 
mention of Erin.

"Erin strung me along while she was fucking my brother," 
Drake retorted. He plopped onto the mattress and gave me 
the long and short of it. "Erin was my girlfriend in 
college. We'd been together a couple of years and planned 
on a June wedding. Then one night, I found her in bed with 
Devlin. I knew she had caught him by surprise because she 
was naked and he still had all his clothes on. I broke it 
off and didn't hear from her for a month or two until Dev 
died."

-killed me-

A hand flew to my mouth. "Oh my God!"

Drake saw the message, too. "Yeah. She'd stalked me during 
that time and decided to run me over with her car. 
Unfortunately, she confused Dev for me that night outside 
my apartment. He was DOA when the ambulance got to the 
hospital." He licked his dry lips and rubbed the wetness 
from his cheeks. I sat next to him and embraced him, 
offering a shoulder to cry on. All the pent-up emotion 
burst forth as he bawled loudly against my shirt.

I rocked him like a child, murmuring, "It's okay, Drake, 
it's okay." My hands stroked his back as I comforted the 
distraught man in my arms. He pulled away and wiped his 
tears and runny nose with his shirttail. "Let me get you 
something for that, OK?" I left him, went into the bathroom 
and snagged a healthy wad of toilet paper and a wet wash 
cloth. Taking the paper, Drake blew his nose and removed 
his glasses. I washed his face gently and chastely kissed 
his flushed cheek.

"Thanks," he mumbled. "I don't know your name."

"Kate...Kate Brinkly." I smiled shyly and stuck out a hand.

"Drake Evans." We shook, then sat there like a couple of 
dorks, unsure of what to do next. I flashed back to the 
erotic dream of Drake taking me doggie style and squirmed 
at the growing dampness in my vagina.

-do it-

"I will but I can't have you watching," I said to the 
mirror. I pulled a sheet off the bed and draped it over the 
vanity, covering the circle of glass completely.

"Will what?" Drake asked in confusion.

I walked over and straddled his lap, which put my bosom at 
his eye level. "I was thinking back on that dream I had and 
wondering if we could...you know, do it."

"No. You feel sorry for me right now." He barked a short 
laugh. "Hell, you'll probably be imagining that it's Devlin 
and not me."

I began unbuttoning his shirt. "Then wear your glasses, 
Drake. I think you look *sooo* sexy with them on." Easing 
the material over his sinewy shoulders, I ran my tongue up 
the side of his neck to his ear and blew hotly into the 
canal. Drake groaned and slid his hands under my top, 
unsnapping the clasp of my flimsy brassiere. "As much as 
I'd enjoy undressing you, I'd rather feel your nice, stiff 
rod buried inside me."

He shoved me away and both of us stripped down to bare 
skin. Drake had thick, brown hair across his broad chest 
and firm stomach. I touched the crisp pelt daintily and 
stepped closer to brush my breasts against him. He hugged 
me hard, running his palms all over my back and ass and 
bending his mouth to mine. His tongue licked at my seam and 
I opened for him. He tasted and teased me with the muscle, 
stroking the roof of my mouth, then sucking gingerly on my 
own tongue.

Lord, I was getting hot and rubbed my soft belly over the 
erection between us. Still frenching me, he grabbed my 
asscheeks and hoisted me up, then impaling himself firming 
within my heat. I wrapped my legs around him and hooked my 
feet together. We slammed into one of the walls and he 
gripped my hands, spreading them apart and imprisoning them 
to the rough surface. He plowed me thoroughly with diligent 
thrusts, making my pussy tense with orgasm. My lips clamped 
shut at the intense feelings centered on my groin and my 
usual moans turned into keening, animalistic noises.

Drake buried his face against my throat, teasing the flesh 
with his steamy pants and grunts. He freed my arms and 
seized my hips, forcing them still as he fucked me wildly. 
I gripped the dense shock of head hair, digging my fingers 
into his tender scalp. He shifted positions a final time, 
shoving his muscled arms under my thighs and covering my 
tits with his manly hands, effectively pinning me to the 
wall.

I dragged his head to my chest, which opened me up 
completely. The slaps of flesh meeting flesh echoed around 
us as Drake thrust in and up hard. Does it get any better 
than this? I asked myself. He paused for a second, gave one 
last plunge up my cunt and tweaked both of my nipples. I 
felt the hotter fluid of him shoot as I spasmed and 
climaxed. "Yessss," he hissed as we came together. He 
shuddered for a few moments, emptying his load deeply 
before carrying me back to the bed. We collapsed in a heap 
of sweaty, tangled limbs on the soft mattress and Drake 
rolled away.

His chest heaved as he gulped air and I moved to snuggle 
against him but he held me off. "Don't," he gasped. "It's 
like...I'm on...fire..."

"Will you be okay, Drake?" I panted.

His breathing grew less audible. "Just give me a sec. I'll 
be fine." Shortly thereafter, he rolled on top of me and 
kissed me breathless. "Katie, Katie, I think big brother 
was right about you."

My hands massaged the glistening skin about his collarbone. 
"About what?"

"I do need you, darlin'. For the rest of my life." He 
flipped over so I was astride him and felt the brush of his 
rapidly hardening shaft against the curls hiding my lips. I 
laughed at his randiness and raised myself just enough to 
plant Drake's cock firmly up my cunt. So intent, we were, 
on another great fuck that the sheet covering the mirror 
slipped unnoticed to the carpet. An image of Devlin 
appeared fleetingly before the fog clouded the glass and he 
left a final message:

-the end-

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Editor's Postscript: Aw, 'happily ever after' - not often 
she has this sort of closure.  I also had to add the 'rom' 
tag for her; she's got Uther's story-code FAQ, but she 
leaves these little 'errors' for me to fix. (I've told her 
it's 'sensitive' and not 'sensative', but she still spells 
it like that...:)

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