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Wax Play Temptation - part 1
You’re at a friend’s house party, sipping on a glass of wine and chatting with some acquaintances when you decide to step away for a moment. As you make your way through the crowded living room, you spot Tristan in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he focuses on melting candles over the stove. The scent of wax fills the air, and curiosity gets the better of you.
‘What are you doing?’ you ask, approaching him.
Tristan turns around, a playful grin lighting up his face. ‘I’m getting ready for an impromptu wax play session,’ he replies, gesturing towards the melted wax in a pot on the stove. ‘Care to join?’
You hesitate for a moment, your heart racing at the thought of engaging in such an intimate act with a relative stranger. But there’s something about Tristan that draws you in, a confidence and ease that makes you feel both safe and excited. You nod, setting your wine glass down on the counter.
Tristan guides you through the process, explaining each step as he goes. He dips his finger into the melted wax, testing the temperature before carefully dripping it onto your outstretched arm. The warmth of the wax is soothing, and as it cools, it forms a thin, pliable layer on your skin.
As Tristan continues to apply the wax, you find yourself becoming more and more aroused by his touch. His fingers are gentle yet firm, and the way he concentrates on his task sends shivers down your spine. You can’t help but let out a soft moan as he traces the outline of your breast with a dripping candle, the wax hardening into a delicate shell that clings to your skin.
Tristan looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. ‘You like that?’ he asks, his voice low and husky.
‘Yes,’ you whisper, your cheeks flushing with desire.
He smiles, leaning in closer as he continues to decorate your body with intricate patterns of wax. The heat from his breath on your neck sends a jolt of electricity through you, making your knees weak with anticipation.
As the last drops of wax are applied, Tristan steps back to admire his handiwork. You look down at yourself, marveling at the beautiful, temporary art that adorns your body. The wax glistens in the dim light, accentuating your curves and highlighting your most sensitive areas.
‘You did an amazing job,’ you tell him, feeling a surge of gratitude and attraction.
Tristan’s eyes meet yours again, and in that moment, you know that there’s more to this connection than just the shared experience of wax play. There’s a spark between you, an undeniable chemistry that begs to be explored further.
Without saying a word, Tristan leans in and captures your lips with his own. The kiss is passionate and hungry, fueled by the intensity of the evening’s events. His hands roam over your body, tracing the lines of wax and sending shivers through you.
You respond eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his. Your breasts, covered in a delicate layer of wax, rub against his chest, creating a sensation that is both painful and pleasurable. You gasp into his mouth as he cups your ass, lifting you onto the counter and positioning himself between your legs.
Tristan’s fingers slide beneath the hem of your dress, seeking out the dampness between your thighs. He finds you already wet, your arousal evident in the slickness of your skin. With a groan, he slips a finger inside you, curling it upwards to find your g-spot.
You moan loudly, arching your back and grinding against his hand. Tristan’s touch is masterful, each stroke of his finger sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel your orgasm building, the tension in your core coiling tighter with each passing moment.
Just as you’re about to reach the peak, Tristan withdraws his hand, leaving you panting and desperate for release. He smirks at your disappointment, knowing exactly what effect he has on you. ‘Not yet,’ he whispers in your ear. ‘I want to enjoy this.’
He reaches for a nearby candle, lighting the wick with a flick of his lighter. The flame dances and flickers, casting shadows across the kitchen. Tristan holds the candle close to your skin, letting the heat from the flame warm the wax until it becomes pliable once more.
You watch, transfixed, as he begins to peel away the wax, revealing the tender flesh beneath. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced – a mix of pain and pleasure that sends your heart racing and your body trembling with anticipation.
As the last of the wax is removed, Tristan sets the candle aside and turns his attention back to your aching body. He kisses his way down your neck, pausing to suck gently on your nipples before moving lower still. With a final glance up at you, he slips between your thighs, his tongue finding your clit with unerring accuracy.
You cry out in pleasure as Tristan begins to lap at your folds, his tongue flicking and teasing with an expertise that leaves you breathless. He’s relentless in his pursuit of your orgasm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you let out a loud moan as your climax crashes over you, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Tristan doesn’t let up, continuing to lap at your sensitive flesh until your orgasm subsides, leaving you weak and trembling in its wake.
As you catch your breath, Tristan stands up and kisses you deeply, his taste mingling with yours. ‘That was incredible,’ he whispers, his eyes dark with desire.
You nod, too overcome with emotion to form coherent words. The intensity of the experience has left you feeling both vulnerable and exhilarated, your body humming with satisfaction.
Tristan smiles at you, his gaze tender yet hungry. ‘I’d love to explore this further,’ he says softly, reaching out to trace a finger along your jawline. ‘If you’re interested.’
You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and passion that lies beneath the surface. Despite the whirlwind nature of the evening, you know that there’s something real and powerful between you. You nod, feeling a wave of anticipation wash over you at the thought of what the future might hold.
With a final kiss, Tristan takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen, leaving the remnants of your wax play session behind as you embark on this new adventure together.
‘You look beautiful,’ Tristan says as he opens the door to his loft apartment. He takes you in, his eyes lingering on your figure before meeting yours with a warm smile. You blush under his gaze, feeling both nervous and excited for this new adventure together.
As you step inside, you can’t help but admire the open and airy space. The high ceilings and large windows let in plenty of natural light, casting a soft glow over the minimalist decor. The scent of freshly cut flowers fills the room, adding to the inviting atmosphere.
Tristan closes the door behind you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, his hands roaming your body as if he can’t get enough of you. You melt into him, losing yourself in the moment as your lips dance together in a sensual rhythm.
Eventually, Tristan breaks away with a smile. ‘I’ve been looking forward to this all day,’ he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the kitchen.
You spend the next hour preparing dinner together, laughing and flirting as you chop vegetables and stir sauces. You share stories about your favorite foods and memories associated with certain dishes, learning more about each other’s tastes and preferences in the process.
As you reach for a jar of spices on the counter, Tristan catches your eye and grins mischievously. ‘You know,’ he says, leaning in close, ‘I’ve been thinking about something else I want to try with you.’
Your heart races as you feel his breath on your neck. ‘What is it?’ you ask, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
Tristan leans even closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, ‘I want to blindfold you and feed you strawberries dipped in chocolate.’
You shiver at the thought, feeling a wave of anticipation wash over you. ‘That sounds amazing,’ you breathe, turning to face him.
Tristan’s eyes darken with desire as he cups your face in his hands. ‘I can’t wait to taste those strawberries on your lips,’ he says, before claiming them in a passionate kiss.
As you make out on the kitchen counter, Tristan’s fingers trail down your neck and across your collarbone, sending shivers through your body. He reaches for the hem of your dress, lifting it up slowly to reveal your lacy underwear. His eyes widen with hunger as he takes in the sight of you, and you can’t help but feel a thrill at being so desired.
Tristan slides his fingers along the edge of your panties, teasing you with feather-light touches that make you squirm with pleasure. You moan softly into his mouth, lost in the sensations he’s creating.
Suddenly, there’s a loud beep from the oven, signaling that dinner is ready. Tristan groans in frustration but reluctantly pulls away, leaving you breathless and aching for more.
After dinner, you both move to the living room to enjoy the strawberries and chocolate Tristan had promised earlier. As he blindfolds you, his fingers brush against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.
Tristan feeds you the first strawberry, its sweetness exploding on your tongue as the chocolate melts into a velvety pool of decadence. You moan in pleasure, savoring the flavors and the intimacy of the moment.
With each bite, Tristan’s fingers linger on your lips, gently massaging them as he guides the fruit into your mouth. The combination of sensations is intoxicating, leaving you feeling both pampered and aroused.
As the last strawberry disappears, Tristan removes the blindfold and leans in for a kiss, his chocolate-coated lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace. You taste the sweetness on his tongue, reveling in the lingering flavors as your bodies become intertwined on the couch.
The night continues with more laughter, conversation, and sensual exploration until you both collapse onto the couch, spent but satisfied. Tristan pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you protectively as you drift off to sleep.