But he wouldn’t. He slowly drew out again and slowly thrust back in. I suddenly found myself having an out of body experience. I watched as if from beside the bed. I saw where Paul and I were connected and realised he wasn’t all the way in like I’d thought. He was holding back. The thought barely registered as I watched myself writhe with need and beg him to move faster. Is it vain that I thought I was pretty hot like that? I watched myself cry out in lust and demand more from Paul and gasp and moan and be completely shameless in my love making. Was I always that wanton? I felt myself blush, ashamed at my own thoughts.

Then I found myself back in my body again as Paul drew out slowly and slowly pushed back in again. I realised I had been watching myself in the mirror on wardrobe door and I blushed even more as I caught Paul looking at us like that too, meeting my eyes in the mirror. No out of body experience, just a mirror.