Meg writes:
…”don’t move,” you tell me as you place a candle on my lower abdomen.
i nod and brace myself for the next hot stream that puddles onto my neck and shoulders. candle after candle, emptied onto my skin and then left to rest. three across my belly, three in a triangle on my chest, one on each breast. my fingers and toes curl as i struggle to stay still.
your fingers invade my cunt again. i look at you with pleading eyes.
“don’t move,” you tell me.
the metal of the tea lights gets hotter on my skin. the one in the center of my stomach begins to burn.
“please, hot…”
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