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.

I press harder against myself. My muscles are aching. I bring my hips back and slam them into the mirror. Then I let my long legs slowly slide apart into a full side split.

An involuntary shudder goes through my torso. The glass is on fire now. My moans are unrestrained. My lover will never hurt me. She will only love me. And what’s more ... we always have a simultaneous orgasm.

I mash my boiling pussy against itself. Between two chairs, I myself open beyond a split. My calf muscles are burning. But I ignore the pain because of the fire within my pelvic arch. Like two pistons we work against each other, every part of our bodies a G-spot. And then my body goes rigid. My eyes water up. My heart skips a beat, and I come furiously against the mirror. The body spasm is so violent I crash into the mirror, and black out. Did I break it? Is there blood? Did I make it through into her dimension?

When I awaken, I’m lying in a pool ... of sweat. Occasional shudders ripple along my skin, but I am unhurt. My skin is wet and sticky all over, but no broken glass. I get up, stretch, and yawn like a cat, and gaze up at my wall mirror. She (my reflection) is standing on the other side of the glass, mimicking me. I giggle at my sinuous vixen twin. Then, while I stand still, she raises her arms. I stand in astonishment as she presses her hands through the glass, and into my dimension. Her fingers emerge, leaving mercury like ripples on the mirror surface. Then a slender foot, followed by a graceful calf ... and a long tapered thigh ... Slowly, silently, she steps on through the portal. Her toes touch the hard wood floor with a dancer’s tap. The entire mirror shudders like a vertical pond as she steps across to my side, full, complete, beautiful. We clasp hands, feeling each other’s heat, and raise our arms high over our heads. Her tummy is no longer glass. Her lips are no longer cold. Her contours are no longer flat.

We gaze into each other’s eyes, and begin a long warm kiss. The possibilities just became endless.