Excerpt from Tricks of the Mirror

part of a chapter from my book on Amazon.

This is a sample of part of the story....

(apologies for the spacing, it is what this site does on a copy in from elsewhere....haven't figured out how to fix that on import....)



Lisa found herself drawn to the quieter corners of the mansion, away from the frenetic energy of the main party. The music was muffled here, and it was easier to hear oneself think. She couldn't help but feel that the key to unlocking the true mystery of the party lay hidden somewhere in this labyrinthine maze of velvet ropes and silk drapes.

She took a moment to collect her thoughts, leaning against a cool stone wall and watching as a couple stole away behind a curtain, lost in their own world.

Lisa realized that she had never been more aware of the intimacy and sensual connections between people, nor more aware of her own desires and needs.

Pushing off the wall, she continued her walk down a dimly lit hallway lined with antique paintings and quaint furniture. Tucking a loose strand of her shiny auburn hair into her elegant updo, she felt a sense of anticipation building within her. She was embarking on a journey of discovery, one that promised to be both exciting and challenging, and she couldn't wait to see what lay ahead.

As Lisa rounded a corner, she saw a large, mirrored door with a black velvet rope hanging in front of it. Her curiosity piqued; she pulled the door open to find another smaller room beyond.

It seemed the perfect setting for a romantic rendezvous, secluded and luxurious. Lisa glanced at her reflection in the mirror, marveling at her crimson lips and deep green-eyed gaze, before stepping into another room lined with velvet.

The room was bathed in a soft, indirect light that created an intimate ambiance. It called to mind a romantic encounter, with candles casting flickering shadows on the walls as music murmured in the background.

A part of her mind couldn't help but remember John's embrace and the way his scent had mingled with hers.

The memory made her pulse race and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she didn't dwell on it. The room had a magnetic allure that beckoned her to lose herself in it.

She stepped deeper into the dimly lit space, her gaze sweeping over the sumptuously decorated corners and cozy seating arrangements. A warm, glowing fireplace was nestled against one wall, casting a gentle orange light over the silks and velvets that draped gracefully around it.

It was an inviting and seductive scene, suggesting stolen kisses and whispered confessions.

In one corner, a plush emerald-green velvet chaise longue was positioned to take full advantage of the fire's warmth and intimacy. The perfect place for two bodies to become one.

As Lisa reached for a nearby velvet cushion, her thoughts traveled back to the couples she had encountered earlier. She felt herself growing wetter still, remembering their eager mouths devouring each other's, their lithe bodies intertwined, as they danced so fervently only hours before.

Her heart raced as she formed an image of herself, succumbing to the passion that had so addictively consumed her throughout the evening. Her body ached for release, for fulfillment.

Lisa's mind wandered back to the seductive encounter she had watched earlier.

The man had kissed the woman with a hunger that could only be matched by a starving man devouring his first meal after days of deprivation. It was raw, unapologetic, and breathtaking in its intensity.

Lisa couldn’t get the image of their clandestine coupling out of her mind. With a shudder of excitement, she allowed herself to lose control. She stumbled toward the velvet chaise longue, feeling heavy, a slow burn spreading from her core.

Gripping the velvet backing for balance, her entire being seemed to pulse in her thighs.

She could almost feel the couple’s mouths locked in a heated frenzy as her fingers traced over the velvety fabric, imagining herself in place of the unknown woman, receiving those fervent kisses. The lust and craving that coursed through her had quickly culminated into a deep, primal need.

She could hear their moans as they pleasured themselves in their hiding spots throughout the house, as if they were in the room with her.

The thought of the strangers that had been only inches away from her as she wandered the maze of hallways fueled her fantasies, and she felt her breath hitch, her heartbeat racing. She was shocked at herself thinking such thoughts - she loved her husband - but the image kept returning to her mind.

Her hand dropped lower to the hem of her maid outfit, gathering fabric as she lifted it higher to reveal her thighs.

A gasp escaped her lips as she felt a breeze of cool air on her exposed skin, electrifying her aching nerves. She could barely believe what she was about to do, but she couldn’t help herself. She needed relief, she needed to touch.

Tentatively, her hand slid lower still, until she reached the damp heat between her legs.

With a soft moan, she began to touch herself, the contact sending tingles of pleasure coursing through her body.

She imagined the stranger's touch, his fingers exploring her aching flesh, tracing her curves with a thoroughness that belied his urgent desire to be inside her. She could almost feel the weight of his body above hers, holding her down, his hips thrusting in time with her own frantic gyrations.

As she sank deeper into the fantasy, his fingers became more insistent, his touch more demanding.

"Oh god," she murmured, her legs trembling underneath her.

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes fluttering closed as waves of pleasure radiated from between her thighs.

Lisa's fingers began to move faster, her hips grinding with abandon against the velvet chaise longue beneath her.



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