Aflame

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Shunga massage oil candle burning

He is moaning sighs and tensed thighs. Quivering need and shaken-breath supplication. Gasps and pleas and taut-muscled beseeching strain under the circular suede ministrations of wax-covered fingertips massaging buttery hot over satin-hard desire.

The candle melts.
Warmth pours forth.
Searing. Sensual. Seductive.

As are my hands, molding his arousal, reducing him to liquid heat under my touch.

“It feels,” he chokes out through caught-breath bursts of want swelling in his throat, “like you’re rubbing my cock with… like that massage oil is hot jizz.”

I keep stroking until that’s exactly what it is.

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10 thoughts on “Aflame

    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      I had totally forgotten about it ~ we bought two candles originally, but after the ‘meh’ of using the first one for a backrub, I’d set the second aside ~ until I was cleaning out the closet, and then I was like, “Oh, I know what we can do with this…” 😉

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