Imagine That

Mirrors don't show everything. Through her mirror, she could see her long, dark hair that curtained her pretty face. Her large eyes, her thin nose, and full lips that decorated that face. Her long, swan's neck that lead gracefully down to her shoulders. Her limbs, which were long and lean and delicate, but not too delicate. Her voluptuous figure. Her body that curved into an hour glass shape. Her plump breasts which sat up on her chest and her cunt. She had the prettiest cunt any man could ever lay their eyes on. They'd be lucky to kiss it.
But her mirror did not show her self. Despite her beauty, she could hardly even speak to the man who made her weak in the knees. He didn't even know her name, or that she existed. Her friends would tell her to just show a little skin, he'll come running to her. But she couldn't.

Her mirror also didn't reveal her dirty little secret. As she stared at herself, she let her hands travel her body. She started at her thighs and slowly ran her slender hands up her waist then to her breasts. She gave them a little squeeze, and she sighed. Then, with her right hand, she put two fingers in her mouth to get them wet. She then trailed her wet fingers down her body and stopped just before her pretty, pink cunt. She closed her eyes and pushed her fingers as far inside herself as she could make them go.