I strike the match and light the first candle...
Excitement course through my veins as I know what's about to happen...
I slowly lift the candle... Watch the flame as it dance like a lover to music...
I tip it and the first hot drop of wax hit the skin...
OH! To see him squirm...
Like a lovers kiss warming his skin...
Over and over I drip the wax...
His body writhing while he moans in delight...
A fine line between pleasure and burning...
But this lover of mine...
We know each other well and I'm happy to share him...
The heat of the flames put a Spell on me...
Such delight...
Nerves dancing in euphoria...
I blow the last candle out...
My knife slip out of its sheath, glinting in the low light...
I slowly slide it over heated skin...
Scraping my lovers touch off...
Making his breath catch...
Just one wrong move...
A wickedly fine line between pleasure and danger...
But I know how to wield it... Know how to slide it against the skin with enough force to make him groan...
All the wax is off...
I look at the colourful mess...
Till next time my lover...
Till next time...

*Solo play foto in my private gallery.

Wow beautiful written and expressed.

Thank you