To dare to take risks in your life to be as you want to be. To dare stir our inward fantasies, warm our dreams slowly, daring to unlock our desires to...let them abound. To dare to dance…ahhhh yes My friend. To dare to dance! Long ago she came to Me adorned in black sheer panties and matching cape of desire. her long black hair cascading down around her shoulders. her pearl white teeth gleaming in the light as she coyly smiled to Me. her waist bearing a golden chain of love binding her to Me.. And I was better looking than many females.My fake breasts were a homage to female perfection. Even I was enthralledby their perkiness. The males surrounding me did not need to use theirimagination as much as previously necessary. Sofia looked like the partthey had paid to accommodate their needs. Every glance in the mirror didreiterate that I was of the female persuasion.Philip was the first to take me. My new breasts swung with his motion.The honeymoon was over. The wining and dining. But on closer inspection, they decided she was dead, period. And so two of them lifted her up to have one last go at her body. As they scraped off the corset with a cheese grater, Snow White began to breathe a little, and after a while came to life again. When the trolls heard what had happened they said, "The lady in pink was no one else than the wicked queen; take care and let no one come in when we are not here." The attic mirror took fiendish delight in answering the now tedious. I push harder, faster, longer, deeper, seeking your pleasure. My skin slapping against yours. This time I want to watch you come, your core clutching at my cock and your body bucking against the marble vanity. I concentrate very hard on the waves rolling over you and wish that I could fuck this intoxicating woman forever. I focus on your building climax, willing it forward, wanting to feel your ecstacy on my cock so deep inside you. You grab at the mirror, the sink, the vanity top, looking for.