Mirror, Mirror - Sex Stories

Mirror, Mirror

I like the loving wives category but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments can be ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.

I don't have time to work with an editor but I do spell and grammar checks and proof read but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.

Also check the tags and avoid the themes that make you angry, otherwise I hope you enjoy them, they are free and they are just stories. Best Wishes Satin.

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Shannon looked at her reflection in the mirror before leaving. She looked good for having just turned 25 and liked what she saw. She was going to a spectacular gala dinner, wearing a designer evening dress and bedecked in jewellery. Her hair was pinned up with a few red curls hanging to frame her pretty face and intense green eyes. She slipped on her heels and as ever she checked her bum out, it didn't seem any bigger but it was always a concern. Her boobs did look bigger helped by a sturdy push up bra. She was ready... this was everything she wanted.

1,000 miles away Shannon's husband Scott looked in another mirror and saw failure. Fatigued and out of shape, a non-existent career and feeling like a total failure. He'd had dreams which he shared with Shannon... a musician, what were the chances of that, somewhere between slim and none. He felt knackered, looking after their child Chloe was rewarding but totally exhausting. His hobbies ...

... and exercise were long forgotten memories. He sucked in his gut, it looked good until he relaxed and then he prodded the beginnings of a small pot belly, damn he needed to do something about that.

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It wasn't always like this, Scott thought back to their favourite song when they first started going out: Dirty Old Town by Ewan McColl and the Pogues' Shane MacGowan:

I met my love by the gas works wall,

Dreamed a dream by the old canal,

I kissed my girl by the factory wall.

Not quite the gas works in his old town, but huge tanks known as the boilers, because they looked like gigantic steam boilers. The song was a close reflection of how, both he and Shannon harboured the same desire to escape their small coal town. Scott's escape plan was through his love of music; Shannon's was through a career in business, Sprinstein summed it up their feeling so well:

Oh, baby, this town rips the bones from your back,

It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap,

We gotta get out while we're young,

'Cause tramps like us,

Baby, we were born to run.

Scott's other passion was the outdoors and open spaces, in no short measure due to a couple of amazing teachers who ran an outdoors club that allowed kids from the coal towns to experience rock climbing, mountain biking, canoeing and sailing. It introduced them to the great outdoors and learning more about the wonderous places they might aspire to.

After 6th form college, Scott and Shannon experienced a fantastic long ...