Waxy Canvas

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“You’re my canvas,” he said.

Drop after drop, the wax dripped onto her body.

Hot wax.

Almost too hot, cooling just before it got too much.

She squirmed in her ties as he waited for the wax to set, before tipping the candle once more, creating his design. Her body relaxed to the rhythm of his painting; welcomed each drop.

Then he upped the tempo.

At first she struggled, until her mind drifted with the continuous stream of sensation. He pushed her boundaries while she floated safely in a sea of wax.

Between her legs, tiny waves of pleasure escaped.


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9 thoughts on “Waxy Canvas

  1. I haven’t had great experiences with wax. I always feel like it *should* be sexy, but in (my) reality, it’s just… NOT.

    o_O

    This piece definitely qualifies for the “sounds sexy” bit though. 😉

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