Create the image in your mind: You, naked, a sculpted body, standing before a large room sized mirror. The mirror is made of fine glass, and framed with pure gold lion's heads at each corner, connecting the heads are long bronze serpents. The room, furnished with silk curtains and Arabian carpets surrounding the finest bed money can buy, a brilliant thing large enough to fit the fattest and tallest king who ever lived. Back to you, your skin oiled, your teeth showing in a smirk, you look into your eyes, you begin to feel something. Your fifth limb is moving, filling with blood it rises towards the heavens, you grasp it firmly. Backwards and forwards you move your hand. It's rough, you need lubricant, you spit. The warm saliva goes cold as your spread it across your statue like erection, you return to the task at hand, the friction warms the liquid back to its original state. You bring your gaze back into the reflection of your exquisite eyes, they stare back. You have made communion with your doppelganger, pure bliss is on the horizon.
Will you make the journey, brother? Will you become master of yourself and transcend the feminine power?