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In the Darkness - part 1
You’re sitting at your desk, hunched over your computer screen in the dimly lit office. The rain lashes against the window panes as lightning flashes outside, casting eerie shadows across the room. You take a deep breath and try to focus on the report due tomorrow morning, but the storm’s intensity is making it difficult to concentrate.
I need to get this done before tomorrow, no time for distractions, you think to yourself as you type away furiously. Your green eyes are locked onto the screen, your blonde hair falling messily around your face.
The door opens, and Kimberly walks in, her heels clicking on the polished floor. She looks every bit the powerful executive she is – her curly hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her makeup flawless, and her form-fitting dress accentuating her curves.
“Hey,” she says, her voice smooth as silk. “Still here?”
You glance up from your computer and offer a tired smile. “Yeah, just trying to finish this report before the deadline.”
Kimberly nods in understanding. “I know how it is. If you need any help, just let me know.” She walks over to her desk, her hips swaying with each step.
You return your attention to your work, but your eyes keep wandering to the candle on your desk. The flame flickers in the draft from the open window, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You can’t help but think about how much you enjoy Wax Play – the sensation of hot wax dripping onto your skin, the thrill of the unknown as it hardens and cracks. It’s a secret fetish that you’ve never shared with anyone, not even Kimberly.
As you stare at the candle, lost in thought, your hand slips, and you knock the candle over. The hot wax spills onto your legs, searing your skin. You yelp in pain and surprise, jumping to your feet.
“Are you okay?” Kimberly asks, rushing over to help. She grabs a nearby cloth and starts dabbing at the wax on your legs.
You grit your teeth, trying not to cry out as she removes the wax. “I’m fine,” you manage to say through clenched teeth.
Kimberly pauses and looks up at you, her eyes narrowing. “Are you into Wax Play?” she asks bluntly.
Your face flushes with embarrassment as you nod sheepishly. “Yeah, I am,” you admit.
A slow smile spreads across Kimberly’s lips. “I had no idea.” She pauses for a moment before adding, “I have a secret kink too – voyeurism.”
You raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Really?”
Kimberly nods, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Mmm-hmm. I love watching people explore their desires, especially when it’s something as intense as Wax Play.”
Your heart races at the thought of Kimberly watching you indulge in your secret fetish. The atmosphere in the room shifts, becoming charged with sexual tension.
Just then, the power goes out, plunging the office into darkness. You can hear the storm raging outside, the wind howling through the streets. Kimberly’s soft laughter fills the room as she says, “Looks like we’re in for an interesting night.”
‘Looks like we’re in for an interesting night.’ Kimberly’s soft laughter fills the room as she says this, and you can hear the excitement in her voice. The power going out has only heightened the sexual tension between you two, and now there’s no going back.
You feel your heart pounding in your chest, both nervous and excited about what might happen next. You’ve never shared your secret fetish with anyone before, let alone indulged in it with someone else present. But there’s something about Kimberly that makes you feel safe, like you can trust her with this part of yourself.
Kimberly reaches out and takes your hand, her fingers warm and reassuring against your skin. ‘I think we should make the most of this situation,’ she says, her voice low and seductive. ‘Don’t you agree?’
You nod, unable to find your voice as your mind races with possibilities. Kimberly gives your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, and you can hear her moving around in the dark. A moment later, there’s a soft flickering light as she lights a candle, casting a warm glow across the room.
She stands in front of you, her eyes gleaming with desire as she looks at you. ‘I want to watch you,’ she says simply. ‘I want to see how you react to the wax.’
Your cheeks flush with heat at her words, but there’s no denying the thrill that shoots through your body at the thought of being watched by her. You nod your agreement, and Kimberly smiles before stepping back to give you space.
You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you reach for the candle on the desk. The wax is already starting to melt, dripping down the sides of the glass holder. You hold your hand over the flame, letting the heat wash over your skin before carefully tilting the candle to let a drop of hot wax fall onto your palm.
The sensation is instantaneous - a sharp, searing pain that quickly gives way to a rush of pleasure as the wax cools against your skin. You can’t help but let out a soft moan, the sound echoing in the darkness around you.
‘Oh my,’ Kimberly murmurs from somewhere behind you. ‘That sounds like it feels incredible.’
Encouraged by her words, you continue to drip wax onto your skin - on your arms, your legs, even your stomach. Each drop is a new burst of sensation, the heat and pain mixing with pleasure in a way that leaves you breathless.
As you lose yourself in the experience, you become aware of Kimberly’s presence behind you. You can feel her eyes on your body, watching your every move as you indulge in your fetish. The knowledge that she’s there, witnessing this intimate moment, only adds to your arousal.
Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back - Kimberly’s hand. She traces gentle circles on your skin with her fingertips, her touch sending shivers down your spine. You let out another moan, this one louder and more needy than the last.
Kimberly’s hand moves lower, brushing against the side of your breast before stopping just short of cupping it fully. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers in your ear, ‘Do you like that?’
You can only nod in response, too overwhelmed by sensation to form words. Kimberly’s hand continues to explore your body, her touch both gentle and insistent as she follows the trail of wax down your stomach and onto your thighs.
As she reaches the hem of your skirt, you hesitate for a moment before lifting it up, baring yourself to her completely. Kimberly’s breath catches in her throat at the sight of you, her hand pausing for just a moment before resuming its exploration.
She traces the outline of your panties with her fingertips, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel how wet you are, the fabric of your underwear already soaked with desire.
Kimberly must be able to tell too, because she lets out a low laugh before slipping her hand inside your panties. Her fingers find your clit, rubbing it gently in slow circles as you arch your back and cry out in pleasure.
The combination of the wax play and Kimberly’s expert touch is almost too much to bear. Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as you ride the edge of orgasm.
Just when you think you can’t take any more, Kimberly leans in close and whispers in your ear, ‘Come for me.’
It’s all the encouragement you need. With a loud moan, you surrender to the pleasure coursing through your body as you orgasm hard, your entire being consumed by the intensity of it.
As your climax subsides, you collapse back onto the desk, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you try to process what just happened. Kimberly’s hand is still inside your panties, her fingers gently stroking your clit as she watches you recover.
‘That was incredible,’ she says finally, her voice low and husky with desire. ‘I’ve never seen anything quite like it.’
You turn to look at her, your eyes meeting in the flickering candlelight. There’s a new level of intimacy between you now, a shared understanding of each other’s desires that goes beyond mere friendship.
As you sit there, catching your breath and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you can’t help but wonder what other secrets you might share with Kimberly in the future. For now, though, you’re content to simply enjoy this newfound connection - a bond forged in the heat of desire and the thrill of exploration.