Self Love and Solo Sex

A mirror. Bright lights. 

Gazing at her reflection, Haley couldn’t help but admire herself. Why hadn’t she appreciated her body this much before? With her round, ample, sensitive breasts and the curves of her slender waist, she could say she was a ten amongst most of the London escorts she knew from work. Her legs were smooth and lean, too, glorious from so many different angles.

Before that day, Haley’s confidence in her body was low. Growing up, she didn’t believe she had a killer figure. Hers wasn’t like the models she saw on TV, or the beautiful people having sex in the erotic porn she usually watched in her at her parent’s house in a sleepy London suburb. At best, she’d imagine having that kind of body or picture herself in their place. 

That all changed after she read a book on self-love. The first piece of advice in the book? Get a mirror.

The book opened her eyes to a lot of things. How often was she encouraged to see herself as sexual only when comparing herself to others? What made the bodies of the actresses, models, and stars she saw on TV and social media posts better than hers? Why couldn’t she look at herself and ask, ‘How is what I’m seeing better than who I am?’

How would it feel like watching oneself masturbate in front of a mirror? Most times Haley got off, it was when she was watching porn or listening to audio erotica on her headphones. She never took note of how her nipples looked when hardened, pressing against the fabric of her t-shirt, or how her cunt glistened when her legs were spread. 

It was a gradual journey, but Haley was learning to love her body. Her first step was to adore her sexiness.

Sitting in front of her huge and wide mirror in her stylish London apartment, Haley blushed. This was new. It was hard not to shy away from looking at herself, but she was determined to put in the effort. She would take in how her body glowed in the light and the curves of her feminine figure. She gazed at her nude self before looking into her own eyes. You’re fucking beautiful, girl.

Everything else was switched off now. Haley wanted to take it slow and enjoy the moment. Everything was perfect. Putting on her headphones to block any noise, she focused on the mirror. She ran her fingers and palm through her skin, feeling and teasing. Her body was a responsive one. As she ran her hands around, her nipples grew rigid. That reminded her of how quickly she was getting turned on. But she wanted to take her time. Running her palms over the flesh of her thighs, she closed her eyes briefly to savor the mental image of someone worshipping her perfect figure.

Before she started this journey of sexual self-love, her self-pleasure sessions were rarely this thorough. Why did it need to be?  She masturbated because she wanted to get off. Nothing was attached to it but a brief moment of pleasure and release. Now, she savored every moment. Every expanse of her skin was precious and deserved attention from her. She wasn’t going to deny her body that now. 

As she stroked her thighs, she took care not to brush against her clit. Not yet. Instead, she teased around the edge of the sensitive skin surrounding her pussy with flowery touches. Her cunt throbbed as the need to experience more pleasure created a yearning for more inside her that intensified as she went on.

With every flaming touch, she was torn between two desires raging in her—a desire to end the sweet torture and another conflicting need to take things slow and enjoy every moment.

Opening her eyes, Haley focused on the picture that’ll turn her on further; herself, all sweaty and flushed, in the big mirror. It was an enthralling sight; a hand traveled to one breast while the other slowly teased her inner thighs as heat crept up her face, coloring her cheeks. Watching herself squirm was a treat.

Grinning, Haley parted her legs so the damp slit of her cunt was visible. She turned sideways, admiring her naked form. Biting her bottom lip, she reached for her cunt. After teasing around her clit, she probed her dripping hole with a finger, then two. Once she was in, she paused and glanced at herself. Fuck, she was so sexy when horny, she had all attributes of the perfect escort to service wealthy clients in London. Her finger moved after a moment, entering and withdrawing in short bursts at first, then increasing in pace. The ecstasy was growing.

As her fingers worked in and out of her, her mind played around different scenarios. All her nerves were tingling out of control as the rhythm built. As if drawn by an unknown force, she took a finger to her lips and sucked on it while plunging her finger into her. A thought played on her mind. This could be so much better. 

Haley’s other hand moved to her sensitive breasts, causing a shudder to run through her chest. Thrilled with the touch, her skin jiggled with vibrations echoing through her body and heating her up. Her glistening fingers withdrew from her cunt and traveled to the edges of her vulva, pinching her clit and widening the walls for her viewing pleasure before returning. And what a view it was, with one hand gripping her tits while her fingers moved faster in and about her vulva. She was getting nearer, but she was patient. This wasn’t another quick get-off session. It was more. Haley was making love with herself.

Glancing in the mirror, she watched herself plunge in another finger with her gorgeous body giving a shudder of delight. She let out her sighs and moans in full force, not holding anything back. Her sounds echoed around the room, turning her on further. It was just her way of being expressive.

Aching to get a better view, she lifted a leg and rested it on the arm of the chair. Keeping her eyes open was tasking in the state she was in, but she did it anyway to enjoy every angle and every little detail—her glistening folds against her hand, her lips wide open in rapture, and the arching of her back against the chair.

Increasing the pace of her fingers against her thudding clit, she shivered. Her climax was close. She turned up the rhythm, pinching her breasts with increased fervor and stroking her count. She writhed, bucking and shaking until she couldn’t take much more. Her fingers dug into her breast’s soft flesh as rumbles moved over her body, jerking her to the core.

Haley’s orgasm came as a rush, making her toes curl, and her knees buckle. Her muscles tensed, and her legs vibrated as waves of a shuddering climax washed over her. Her limbs pulsed so much they became weak like jelly. She took in the sight of her naked body flushed with pleasure.

Panting, she sunk into the chair. She was sexy, and she knew it. Her body was perfect as an object got pleasure—her pleasure. That was one thing that wasn’t leaving her.