Alya slipped out of her turquoise dress and like a wild cat, crawled towards me. Her bra barely held her glorious mounds. But Alya, you see, never once looked at me.

Even while rhythmically moving on top of her delicious body with her hands on my bare back, I knew she was looking at the mirror above us while she moaned.

Reflected around us are great grandchildrens of Adam and Eve. One Caucasian, the other Asian. In holy matrimony. Post-unification.   

Tonight’s role play was “Narcissism”. As I leaned over to thank her with a kiss, I said “You’re the best.”

“I am.” she replied and pulled me into abyss.