Hey there, handsome. It’s always wonderful when you check out my blog! Because when you do, it only inspires me more to write. This blog entry? Well, it’s another true story about the first time I got a chance to do wax play. The only change is that I made you a part of it. It’s much more fun that way, isn’t it? I hope you enjoy the naughty details about wax dripping onto sensitive areas especially. Hehe.

My feet kick back and forth as I lie on my bed, stomach down. Listening to music, I flick through social media to kill time, watching memes, photos, and ads fly right on by. Eventually, I hear a rythmic knocking at my front door, and decide that I should probably answer it. With a sigh, I get up from my bed, clad in extra short-shorts and a strappy tank top. I smooth my disheveled clothing and go to answer the door. Grumbling, I stand in front of the door, stand on tiptoe, and look through the peephole to see who it might be. It’s you! You’re holding a very large shopping bag with both of your arms. How curious!

With little effort, I open the door for you and shake my head, laughing, as you enter. You walk through the living room and set the huge bag onto the kitchen table while I trail behind, dying to know what’s inside! Cracking your knuckles, you dive into its contents and lay them out for me to see. They’re all candles. Some are shabbos candles, some are menorah candles, others are brightly colored birthday cake candles. Why are there so many candles? Tealights, pillars, three-wick. They just keep coming from the bag, seemingly never ending! Eventually, you come to a couple of disposable, plastic, table cloths as well. Puzzled, I look to you for an answer.

Chuckling, you sort through the types of candles, putting like with like. I am still, however, completely in the dark about why you’ve purchased so many candles. Instead of waiting patiently for an answer, I raise an eyebrow, cross my arms in front of my chest, and ask, “What the fuck are these for?” You continue to chuckle to yourself, and shake your head. It’s then that you tell me that these different candles are for the wax play we’d talked about some time back. Suddenly, the memories of us discussing various kinks and things we’d like to try, came rushing back to me. Oh! Well, that makes a lot more sense!

Remembering that conversation, I feel a tingling sensation in my clit. We talked about so many dirty, fun, things we wanted to try, and wax play was one of the more simple, but enticing, things I wanted to try. Mmmm. Still thinking about it, I feel my pussy grow wet and wanting. Excitedly, I give you a hug for remembering, and ask what the first step is. You let me know that the very first thing we should do is protect the area we’re planning to play on, and toss me one of the plastic table cloths. 

Wickedly, I smile and take the protective sheet with me to my bedroom.

Once in my bedroom, I quickly open the protective covering and spread it over my bed. Wax on my adorable comforter just wouldn’t do, so I appreciate the preparation immensely. As I’m admiring my handiwork, you appear in my bedroom doorway and are telling me to strip. Oooh. Yes, sir! As you say, sir! My clothes aren’t much of a challenge to take off. The shorts and tank top are gone in a flash, and I’m left standing in a high-cut pair of panties and a bra. You tell me that I need to remove the rest, so I do. 

It’s then that you ask me if I have an unscented lotion, and if I do, to cover my body in it. On my bedside table is the tall pump bottle. I pick it up, pump a few pumps into my awaiting hand, and smooth the lotion over my bare flesh. As I’m making sure I’m coated, you let me know that I should concentrate on my ass. Oooh. Is that a hint as to what I can expect? Hehe. Gingerly, I rub the moisturizer into my curvaceous ass, then lie on my stomach on my protected bed, per your instructions. 

As I lie on the bed, I watch you sort through the candles. Using a small BIC, you light the candles with the wider bases and set them around my room. Some are on my dresser, others on my desk, but they’re all in safe burning places. Then you’re behind me, BIC in hand with a few birthday cake candles. Before I hear any striking of the lighter, your fingers are rubbing my flesh, working my ass muscles. Mmm. I’m loving your touch, and how wonderful you feel. My pussy grows wet as I relax, but also grow anxious. Will the wax burn? Will it hurt? Will I like it? 

You seem to sense my anxiety and shush my mind with your strong hands and warm touch. It’s then that you ask if I’m ready, and I nod. The sound of the lighter is so loud, and then I feel one of your hands on my lower back again as you tell me to prepare for the drips of wax. Drip, drip, drip. Each little dot of wax falls just above my ass crack. It’s hot. The sensation radiates and stings just a bit, but it isn’t painful. I love it! Drip, drip. Another few splashes of wax, though it seems you’ve lowered the candle, so the drips are hotter when they hit my flesh. I whine playfully and you ask me if I’m ready for more. 

Of course I am! I hear you walk to my dresser and know that you’re retrieving a larger candle. The sound of you blowing out the flame excites me. You get on the bed, standing on either side of my body, wanting to pour the wax from a higher point. It is so warm! It licks my skin with its heat, and pours over my ass, causing me to cry out and fight the urge to squirm! I. Love. It.

With that pour of wax, you use your hands to form little crannies in the wax so that it can hold some tealights. I can hear you snap a couple of pictures with your phone, and I can’t wait to see your handiwork. 

After I’m warmed up to the sensation of hot wax being dripped on me, and the tealights are removed from my ass, you tell me to lie on my back and close my eyes. I do as I’m told, and hear the sound of the lighter again. Then I feel it. Drip, drip, drip, drip. All over my tits. Mmm. It’s so warm! It tingles. I flinch just slightly as a drip of wax falls directly onto my nipple, which then becomes so hard and sensitive. My body squirms again. I’m so turned on! Drip, drip, drip goes the wax onto my nipples, and my pussy does the same. 

I know you can see how turned on I am. How I’m thoroughly enjoying the sensory play. You tell me to spread my legs, and again, I do as I’m told. Suddenly, I feel your hand over my pussy mound and your fingers spreading my lips apart as you feel the wetness over my soft folds. Then your fingers are pumping in and out of my sloppy wet pussy, plunging into my depths. It feels amazing! My pussy squeezes your fingers as I orgasm. 

Well, that’s one way to be introduced to a new kink, isn’t it? 

XoXo,

Rhiannon

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