bimbowasbetter: Jenna looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t understand what she saw. Eve
bimbowasbetter: Jenna looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t understand what she saw. Every time Alex said he was coming over, she did this. Got herself looking… well, like a slut. And then acted the same way. She didn’t even like him! “Jesus, Jenna,” she said to her reflection, “what’s wrong with you?”“Nothing,” her reflection replied with a wicked grin, “you’re just a slut.” Jenna blinked. Did her… did her reflection just talk? “What the hell?” she asked. “Who are you?”“I’m you, dummy.” the girl in the mirror said. “Can’t you tell? Wow, you really are a bimbo.”“What? No I’m not!” Jenna exclaimed. The absurdity of talking to a mirror seemed slightly less immediate, somehow. It was crazy, sure, but that didn’t quite makes its way to her conscious mind.“No? Then why do you dress like this for a guy you don’t even like?”“Well, I… I don’t know!”Her reflection leaned in. Jenna felt herself doing the same. “It’s because you’re a bimbo. A whore. A dumb, horny slut.”Jenna tried to shake her head, but it felt like she was stuck in molasses. “No, that’s not true…”“Sure it is! Last time Alex came over, you knelt on the floor in just your panties and blew him for, what, two hours?”Jenna blushed. Her reflection ran one manicured nail over the exposed part of her breast, slowly, and Jenna followed suit. “Yeah, I did, but…” her own hand felt so good, it was hard to think.“No buts! You’re going to do it tonight, too. Or whatever else Alex wants. And you know why?” she asked, twirling her hair.Jenna twirled her hair. “Why?”“Because you’re a ditzy bimbo whore. Say it.”Jenna sighed softly. “Noooo… I’m….”“A ditzy bimbo whore.”“Ditzy…”“That’s good. Come on, sweetie. Say it with me. Ready?” Her reflection paused, and together, both of them said “I’m a ditzy bimbo whore.” The girl in the mirror smiled brightly. Jenna smiled brightly. “I’m a ditzy bimbo whore,” they repeated. Both of them giggled. “I’m a ditzy bimbo whore!” They were in perfect sync now. Whatever her reflection did, Jenna did. She giggled when she did. She moaned when she did. She got wet when she did. She touched herself when she did. She came when she did. She no longer knew which one she was - the girl, or the reflection. Or if there was a difference. All the while, she repeated to herself “I’m a ditzy bimbo whore,” right up until Alex got there. -- source link
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