There’s only one person I know who will never, ever hurt me. I see her all the time. She’s in my full-length mirror on my bedroom wall. She stares out at me with big green eyes and smiles back. She looks good in dark ruby or black or gold lipstick. She looks good in a tight pink latex body suit. She looks good in candle wax. She looks good with razor wire around her thin waist. She looks good with crushed raspberries on her thighs. But most of all, she looks good in nothing at all. And she loves me. As much as I love her.

As a dancer, I have trained and sculpted my body to be an instrument of beauty. I have used that instrument to please and impress others. I have used it as a weapon to punish others. But ever since childhood, I have used it as a gift to myself; and why not?

I stand in front of my mirror, and let my towel fall away. I gaze into the mirror and savor the supple five-foot ten-inch vixen before me. I step towards her. I splash a handful of Juniper oil on my arms, tummy, breasts and thighs. I step closer. I can see my breath condense against the glass. My glistening flesh tingles. My nipples brush the silver surface. I raise my arms over my head and bring my body hard against the mirror. Flesh against glass. It’s cold at first. My smooth skin goosebumps. I like to grind; do a little dirty dance with her. I leave breast prints. Hip prints. A tummy print. I move my pelvis in slow, counterclockwise circles. The mirror warms up quickly. I fold my arms back and kiss the mirror. Kiss my own mouth. Open eyed, deep throat kisses. The lipstick marks turn me on even more. We smile at each other. We press our moist mounds against each other. And then I can’t stop moving. The circular grinding becomes more vigorous. My breaths are short. My heart is pounding with desire. The glass is hot now. I arch my hips up and look down at the two identical pussies kissing each other. The mirror is covered with fluids. I drop to my knees. The butterfly impression left by my pelvis is right in front of my face. I lean forward and taste the nectar smear. It is different from the Juniper oil. It tastes like me. I drink from it.