Current rating: 3.16 of 5
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Categories: S-M / Domination / submissive, The Fetishists
Tags: Wax Candle Ice tease
Location: A bed
Fulfillment: I will tell you later
Nature: I will tell you later
Overwhelming desires flood my mind. I can barely think of anything other than my urgent need. The hunger is so great I feel I will go mad if it isn't satisfied soon.
I watch as the burgundy candle is pulled from the antique candlestick and laid upon the bed at my side. My mind whirls. A book of matches is thrown on the bed next to the candle...then a teacup and a soft, white towel. I wait as two ice cubes are retrieved from the freezer and put into the teacup. I also wait while a battery is inserted into a small muscle massager, which joins the rest of the items on the bed next to me.
Such simple things.
My need only grows.
The cd player is turned on, and 'Sky Cries Mary' softly floods the room with lulling melodies.
An ice cube is taken from the teacup and held directly above the bare flesh of my her stomach. It doesn't take very long before the heat from the hand causes the ice to melt slightly, slowly dripping icy droplets of water onto me. The hand moves, and the droplets move with it...falling onto my stomach, then my breasts. One by one, the drops search out the warm, dry patches of flesh that are left, and succeed in drenching them.
The hand moves excruciatingly slow...taunting me...teasing me. My flesh burns from the cold. I squirms. A small gasp escapes my lips as a chilly droplet falls onto one of my erect nipples.
The ice cube continues to drip onto my warm flesh as the hand moves down my front to my thighs. Fingers spread me open, and three icy drops fall onto my exposed clitoris. I moans again. I can feel my inner muscles clenching...craving.
The ice cube is set between my breasts, where the melting water glides down my chest to my neck, tickling and arousing my senses. Ever so slowly, the ice is moved towards my belly, leaving a cold trail of melted water to drench my flesh.
A match is struck, a tiny flame dancing on the end of it. It touches the candle's wick and lights it.
The ice cube still sets upon my stomach, just above my belly button...and now the candle is held directly above me. My senses are reeling. Wax falls from the candle and seers a tiny dot of my flesh. I feels the dampness creeping from between my legs. My breathing becomes quicker.
The candle follows the same path the ice took earlier, burning into the previously chilled flesh. I can't take anymore. My body writhes with pent up passion. The desire is greater than any I've known for quite some time.
The candle is quickly blown out and the bottom end is pushed deep inside me. The muscle massager is turned on and pressed against my clitoris.
I squirm uncontrollably, and soon the ice slides off of me..freezing water trickling down my sides.
I close my eyes as I orgasm. It's wonderful. More intense than any I can recall recently. My muscles clench around the candle, my warm fluids spilling out around it.