I almost always have a mirror nearby but nowadays it’s a small mirror which allows me to focus on my beautiful penis. Stripjack.
When I was younger and fitter I would regularly (s)pray in the mirror because I was so happy to see how my body had developed tone and muscularity. As I was masturbating I would try to identify where the pleasure was emanating from, but I could not distinguish between myself, my hand, my penis or all those things in the mirror. I guess there was a dissociation taking place, but this dissociation developed into a merging, until orgasm where I didn’t know who or what I was. Afterwards I would be sure to linger in the space where I was. I’d deliberately be very kind to myself, gently taking myself to bed, usually, and to restful sleep.