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The Art of Wax - part 3
Drew’s fingers glide through the warm wax, his eyes locked on yours as he describes the different textures and sensations it can create on your skin. The underground BDSM club buzzes with excitement, the air thick with anticipation and desire. You watch as others engage in similar activities, their moans and gasps echoing through the dimly lit space.
‘The wax can be as gentle or as intense as you want it to be,’ Drew whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your neck. ‘It all depends on how we use it.’
You shiver with anticipation, eager to explore this new world of sensations with him. He leads you to a private room, the walls lined with mirrors that reflect your every move. Drew lights several candles, casting flickering shadows across the floor and illuminating the plush bed in the center of the room.
‘Are you ready?’ he asks, his voice low and seductive.
You nod, unable to speak as your heart races with excitement. Drew pours the warm wax onto his palm, the scent of beeswax and honey filling the air. He traces a line down your arm, the heat of the wax making you gasp as it drips onto your skin.
‘Relax,’ he whispers, his fingers caressing your shoulders. ‘Let the sensations wash over you.’
You close your eyes and surrender to the feeling, the warmth of the wax spreading across your body like a lover’s touch. Drew is careful and attentive, making sure you are comfortable every step of the way. He paints intricate patterns on your skin with the wax, his fingers dancing over your curves as you moan with pleasure.
The next morning, you wake up in Drew’s arms, the memory of last night’s passion still fresh in your mind. As you dress for work, you can’t help but smile at the thought of your newfound kink and the man who introduced you to it.
That evening, Drew surprises you with a private wax play session at your home. He blindfolds you and guides your hands to the wax-covered surface of his chest, encouraging you to explore the sensation and heat against your fingertips. You trail your fingers over the hard planes of his body, marveling at the way the wax clings to his skin and the way it makes him shiver with pleasure.
Drew leads you to the bedroom, where he has set up a luxurious scene just for the two of you. Candles flicker on every surface, casting a warm glow over the room. The bed is covered in plush pillows and satin sheets, inviting you to indulge in your deepest desires.
‘I want to show you how much I appreciate your trust and curiosity,’ Drew says, his eyes locked on yours. ‘Tonight, we explore each other’s bodies with wax, discovering new heights of pleasure and intimacy.’
You nod, unable to speak as your heart races with anticipation. Drew pours the warm wax onto his palm, the scent of beeswax and honey filling the air once more. He traces a line down your arm, the heat of the wax making you gasp as it drips onto your skin.
‘Relax,’ he whispers, his fingers caressing your shoulders. ‘Let the sensations wash over you.’
You close your eyes and surrender to the feeling, the warmth of the wax spreading across your body like a lover’s touch. Drew is careful and attentive, making sure you are comfortable every step of the way. He paints intricate patterns on your skin with the wax, his fingers dancing over your curves as you moan with pleasure.
As you lie entwined in each other’s arms after your hotel suite wax play scene, you bask in the glow of your shared passion and intimacy.
You enter the luxurious hotel suite hand in hand with Drew, both of you eager to continue exploring your shared passion for wax play. The dimmed lights and soft music create an air of sensuality and anticipation as you prepare to indulge in your desires.
Drew takes the lead, carefully pouring hot wax onto your body, tracing intricate patterns on your skin with his fingers. You gasp at the initial heat, but it quickly turns into a pleasurable warmth that spreads across your flesh like a lover’s touch.
As Drew continues to paint your body with wax, he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. ‘How does it feel?’ he whispers.
‘Amazing,’ you reply, arching your back as he traces the wax along your spine. ‘I can’t believe how good this feels.’
Drew grins and moves to the other side of the bed, pouring more wax onto his own chest. He lies back, closing his eyes as you take the feather and gently brush it across his skin, removing the wax and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.
‘Your turn,’ he says, handing you the bowl of cold wax.
You smile mischievously and pour the cold wax onto Drew’s chest, letting it harden before using a warm cloth to remove it, revealing his toned physique beneath the wax.
Drew gasps as the cold wax touches his skin, his eyes widening with surprise and pleasure. ‘Oh, fuck,’ he moans. ‘That feels incredible.’
You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. ‘I’m glad you like it,’ you whisper. ‘But I think it’s time to turn up the heat.’
You reach for the bowl of hot wax and pour it onto Drew’s stomach, watching as the liquid gold cascades down his muscular abs. He groans with pleasure, his hips arching off the bed as he surrenders to the sensation.
Without a word, you straddle him, your slick, wax-covered bodies pressed together as you grind against each other. Drew’s hands slide up your back, gripping your shoulders as he thrusts his hips upward, meeting your rhythm stroke for stroke.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps as the heat from the wax and the friction between your bodies builds to a fever pitch. You can feel Drew’s cock hardening beneath you, straining against his pants as he bucks his hips, desperate for release.
You reach down and unbutton his pants, freeing his erection from its confines. Drew groans as you wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking him in time with your movements.
‘Fuck, YN,’ he growls. ‘I can’t take it anymore.’
You lean forward, your lips grazing his ear. ‘Then don’t,’ you whisper, guiding his hand to your wet folds.
Drew’s fingers slip inside you with ease, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. You moan loudly, your hips grinding against his hand as the sensations build within you.
With each stroke of Drew’s fingers, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body tensing with anticipation. ‘I’m going to come,’ you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Drew’s thrusts become more urgent, his fingers working faster as he feels your impending orgasm. ‘Come for me, YN,’ he commands, his voice rough with desire. ‘Let me feel you come.’
You obey, your body convulsing with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Drew’s name is on your lips as you ride out the intensity, your hips still grinding against his hand even as the last tremors fade away.
Drew pulls you close, his arms wrapping around you as he kisses you fiercely, his tongue plunging into your mouth with the same urgency that had driven his fingers just moments before. You can feel his cock throbbing against your stomach, and you know he’s close to the edge as well.
You reach down and grasp his shaft once more, stroking him in time with his kisses. Drew moans into your mouth, his hips bucking as he thrusts his cock into your hand. With a final groan, he comes, his hot release spilling over your fingers and onto your stomach.
You collapse onto Drew’s chest, both of you breathing heavily as the aftershocks of your shared climax fade away. The scent of wax and sex fills the air, a testament to your passionate encounter.
As you lie entwined in each other’s arms, your bodies covered in wax and sweat, you bask in the glow of your shared passion and intimacy.