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Whispers of Desire - part 3
As you walk into the art gallery, your heart races with anticipation. You’ve been looking forward to this event ever since Tristan mentioned it a few days ago. His wax play artwork is on display tonight, and you can’t wait to see how he’s captured the sensuality of the experience on canvas.
The gallery is bustling with people, all admiring the various pieces of art. You make your way through the crowd, pausing briefly to take in the different works. Your gaze finally lands on Tristan’s section, and you’re struck by the vivid colors and intricate patterns he’s created.
As you study one particular painting, you feel a presence behind you. You turn around to find Tristan standing there, his blue eyes locked on yours. He’s dressed in a sharp black suit, his dark hair perfectly coiffed. A slow smile spreads across his face as he takes you in.
‘You look stunning,’ he says, his voice low and seductive. ‘I’ve been thinking about our last encounter ever since it happened.’
A shiver runs down your spine at the memory of the wax play. You can feel yourself blushing as you reply, ‘Me too. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.’
Tristan leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. ‘I have a private room set up here,’ he whispers. ‘We can continue our exploration if you’d like.’
Your heart skips a beat as you nod, unable to resist the temptation. Tristan takes your hand and leads you through the crowd, past the various exhibits, and into a small, dimly lit room at the back of the gallery. The air is heavy with the scent of candles, and you can see several flickering flames casting shadows on the walls.
Tristan closes the door behind you, and suddenly it’s just the two of you in this intimate space. He pulls you close, his hands sliding up your arms to cup your face. His eyes search yours for a moment before he leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.
You melt into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His tongue explores your mouth as his hands roam over your back, sending shivers of pleasure through you. You can feel the heat from the candles on your skin, and it only adds to your growing arousal.
Tristan breaks the kiss, his breath ragged as he looks at you with desire in his eyes. ‘Are you ready for more?’ he asks.
You nod, unable to speak as you watch him pick up a candle and drizzle the hot wax onto your bare shoulder. You gasp at the sensation, both painful and pleasurable at the same time. Tristan traces the wax with his fingers, causing you to shiver with anticipation.
He continues to explore your body with the wax, dripping it onto your skin in different patterns while you lie on a bed covered in sheets of plastic. The heat from the wax is intense, but Tristan’s gentle touches and soft kisses help ease the discomfort. You become more comfortable and adventurous, asking him to try new things like dripping wax onto your nipples or in your hair.
Tristan introduces feathers and ice cubes, contrasting the sensations and heightening your arousal even further. The combination of hot wax and cool ice sends shockwaves of pleasure through you, making it difficult to stay still.
As the night wears on, you become lost in the moment, completely immersed in the sensual experience. Tristan’s touches are both gentle and firm, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a loud moan, you reach your climax, your entire body shaking with pleasure.
Tristan smiles down at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction. ‘That was incredible,’ he says, kissing you softly on the forehead. ‘I’m so glad we could continue our exploration.’
You nod, too exhausted to speak as you lie there, basking in the afterglow. Tristan pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you protectively. The two of you drift off to sleep on the bed covered in wax, your bodies entwined and your hearts racing with excitement for what’s to come.