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The Candle
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Overwhelming desires flood her mind. She can barely think of anything
other than her urgent need. The hunger is so great she feels she will go
mad if it isn't satisfied soon.
She watches as the burgundy candle is pulled from the antique candlestick
and laid upon the bed at her side. Her mind whirls. A book of matches is
thrown on the bed next to the candle...then a teacup and a soft, white
towel. She must wait as two ice cubes are retrieved from the freezer and
put into the teacup. She also waits while a battery is inserted into a
small muscle massager, which joins the rest of the items on the bed next
to her.
Such simple things.
Her need only grows.
The cd player is turned on, and 'Sky Cries Mary' softly floods the room
with their lulling melodies.
An ice cube is taken from the teacup and held directly above the bare
flesh of 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 her. The hand moves, and the droplets move with it...falling
onto her stomach, then her 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 her...teasing her. Her
flesh burns from the cold. She squirms. A small gasp escapes her lips as
a chilly droplet falls onto one of her erect nipples.
The ice cube continues to drip onto her warm flesh as the hand moves down
her front to her thighs. Fingers spread her open, and three icy drops
fall onto her exposed clitoris. She moans audibly. She can feel her inner
muscles clenching...craving.
The ice cube is set between her breasts, where the melting water glides
down her chest to her neck, tickling and arousing her senses. Ever so
slowly, the ice is moved towards her belly, leaving a cold trail of
melted water to drench her 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 her stomach, just above her belly
button...and now the candle is held directly above her. Her senses are
reeling. Wax falls from the candle and seers a tiny dot of her flesh. She
feels the dampness creeping from between her legs. Her breathing becomes
quicker.
The candle follows the same path the ice took earlier, burning into the
previously chilled flesh. She can't take anymore. Her body writhes with
pent up passion. The desire is greater than any she's known for quite
some time.
The candle is quickly blown out and the bottom end is pushed deep inside
her. The muscle massager is turned on and pressed against her clitoris.
She squirms uncontrollably, and soon the ice slides off of her..freezing
water trickling down her sides.
She closes her eyes as she orgasms. It's wonderful. More intense than any
she can recall recently. Her muscles clench around the candle, her warm
fluids spilling out around it.
11/3/93
Chrystene
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