man fist: A Tale That Will Captivate Your Imagination

“man fist” is pure slow-burn seduction in front of a gilded mirror. Red satin robe falls open, revealing nothing underneath. She watches herself caress heavy breasts, rolling nipples until they peak. Kneeling on velvet, “man fist” shows her spreading wide, fingers disappearing inside while maintaining eye contact with her own reflection. The duality—voyeur and exhibitionist—heightens everything. She edges closer, denying release until tears of need glisten. When orgasm finally rips through “man fist”, it’s with a guttural scream, body convulsing as she squirts across the mirror, marking her own image. (194 words)