Author's Note

Content: Masturbation. Self-love. Autosexuality. Dirty talk.

Trixie: Self Improvement.

"Love yourself first and everything else falls into line". The words may change, but the sentiment is well known and well believed. That being before you can love someone else or expect someone to love you, you first need to learn to love the person in the mirror. If the eyes that meet you in your reflection fills you with revulsion, then how can you expect anyone else to find the company enjoyable? You spend the most time with yourself. If you don't like yourself, who can?

To love oneself takes different amounts of time for different people. Some are labored with false images placed them by spiteful individuals unsatisfied with themselves and pass that hate onto another. Others are built in such a way that their perception is not as clear as another, and they struggle to see the same person they are in their own reflection. While at the same time, there are a fair amount who simply take that hurdle as simple as walking. For them, to love themselves is only natural, or their burdens are elsewhere beyond self-reflection.

Then there are others who truly, passionately love themselves. Those who look upon the person in the mirror and are smitten. The very few who do not worry a moment if others come to love them, because—quite simply—nobody could ever love them more than they love themselves. There are many words for people like this, most commonly narcissists. But even that word cannot totally cover the more specific cases.

"You... A perfect..." The silvery vixen who met Trixie's gaze reciprocated the compliment with equal lustful enthusiasm.

The two moved in mirrored sync for they and they alone to enjoy. Trixie would have it no other way, of course. The full body vanity mirror lived up to its namesake; its frame a gateway to Trixie's one true muse and paramour. Legs splayed before the reflection, she felt her heart race as the silver-haired match did the exact same. The puffy slick of their equally aroused slits made Trixie nip at her bottom lip.

She was divine. The cascade of her hair cushioning her head as she rolled herself back into it as she continued to indulge in her own reflection was divine. The thick, creamy warmth of her thighs opening wide to tease her mirrored-match was divine. How her lust slick fingers strummed across her quivering slit, peeling petals apart with two eager fingers so they both could relish the sight of the gasping bloom of her wantful canal was...

"Divine... You are simply divine..." Trixie croaked out between husky, labored gasps.

Each shuddering huff was accented by the lurid slap and squelch of her fingers delving into the yearning pot. She stirred herself with subtle flexes, urged on all the more as she glanced her reflection's eager refrain. Her lips pressed between blushing cheeks, slipping from eager moans into teasing giggles.

"They love you so much, Trixie... But nobody knows how to make you feel this... Good..." She taunted the vixen in the mirror, the only woman who could hold a candle to her God-given beauty. Her every word was escalated with sharp inhales as her fingers pumped her sopping slit, letting small trickles of her lust dot the floor beneath her.

The illusionist's head rolled back, jaw dropping as she rode the blissful line. Still, she craned her neck to relish in watching the other her spasm in their joined carnal pleasure. "Yeah... Only the Great and Powerful Trixie can make you feel this amazing, right?" Petals quivered and drooled at those words, making Trixie all the more pleased with herself, "All those fans want to do such naughty things to you, don't they?"

The reflection nodded; eyes barely able to focus on the object of her lustful admiration. The inner line of Trixie's thighs were glistening from the spasming enjoyment, yet her pussy did not yield yet. Trixie wouldn't allow her to... She relished in watching the pained pleasure held in those eyes. Harsh, haughty amethysts twisted into bated lust; of eager obedience to have that grand finale. A look her fans would adore to see... But no.

Only Trixie was privy to such a blessing.

"They want to ram themselves inside this needy little thing..." A palm slapped just above Trixie's stuffed slit, making the lingering nectar decorating there to lightly splash and echo. "Bury their tongues... their lips... their cocks... So far into it..." Her words were a purr, electing several sopping pumps against her spasming walls. Her dexterous fingers were suckled by her own starved walls, inviting her to set her fingers to swim against the warmth and lust. "Mmmmmhm-hm-hm... But only your fingers are good enough... To make me... Fff-!"

Trixie's teasing fell to shambles as fingers began to enthusiastically roll in and across her every quivering nerve. She tossed her head back into the silver-strand pool of her own hair, writhing against it as she felt her pussy be thoroughly punished. She knew every note to hit... Every wave to ride... Her words fell into desperate moans and helpless gasps as she was brought hurdling towards that blissful edge.

The grand finale. A few lustful droplets cascaded towards the other, their joined pleasure clashing against the silver barrier that blocked them from truly joining. As nectar trickled down across the surface of the mirror, Trixie remained put upon the ground. Both had their chests rising and falling with great effort, so deeply involved in their coupling, just as every time before. Trixie's expression was blissful in its peace, despite how sore her legs and pussy were in that moment. Artists suffered for their art... And there was no greater art than self-expression.

With fingers laced in her love, she ran them smooth across her heaving bust, rolling the slick fingers across her swollen peaks with a satisfied coo. "Trixie Lulamoon..." She breathlessly croaked between her blissful smirks, "You never fail to disappoint..."

They joined in their mutual admiration for one another before simply lounging together there on the floor. Any shows could wait... And fans could be left to ponder where she was... For now, Trixie simply desired to relish and bask in this moment with her one true love.