A Story | Year 25 Week 9 Day 69

This was written an undisclosed amount of time ago...enjoy.

How I wish Mine was tied to my bed right now. I would have her on her back, a leg tied to either corner as well as an arm. Starting with a feather, I would randomly tease her body. Brushing it across her collarbone, then maybe over the expanse of her stomach. Next might be down one of her arms, followed by trailing it up the inner of one of her thighs. After she was nice and moist from that I would set the feather aside and take up a single strait pin. With it I would prick her flesh, here and there, quite random in my choice of spots. No real damage done, no blood drawn.......but how sensitive her flesh would be after the feather. The last place I would prick woudl be her nipples, because they would be the first to feel hot wax poured on them.

A drop or two on each nipple before drizzling the hot liquid over your breast and stomach. Maybe I would let some fall over the shaved flesh surrounding your moist slit and your inner thighs. When the melted wax ran out i would nessle the thick candle between your mounds, letting it melt more. While it is doing so I would take a knife in hand, using the cold steel to lift off the still warm wax from now hot flesh. First one nipple, then the other.....but.....opps. I slipped and now one is bleeding. Pressing my lips around the wound and the nipple, I would begin sucking softly as i made sure the candle was still in place and lay the knife to rest on your stomach, the tip coming to lay between your full breast.

When I have had my fill for the moment I would pull away, purposefully tilting the candle so the wax would pour out over the top of your breast and over your throat. Using the knife again I would clean the cooled wax from your stomach, licking along the red flesh from where the wax had landed and cooled. Each movement would be slow, occassionally lingering as my breath spilled out to instantly cool the moist flesh. Moving lower I would use my tongue to remove the wax around your slit and inner thighs, discarding each piece that broke off in turn before moving to take another. Though I was so close I would not steal a taste of your nectar once, though you could feel my breath against your moist lips as if they were hovering close enough that I could.

After blowing out the candle and setting it between your thighs, I would take the knife and simply leave the room. Or atleast so you thought as you heared my footsteps carry me away and the door open and shut.......and that......is all you get for now.