Scents And Sensuality - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensuality

... you’d like me to cool you down a bit.” I was about to tell him not to, when there was an equally sudden burning sensation on my tummy. At first it felt exactly like the wax, but then I realised it wasn’t hot at all, it was ice-cold. But coming directly after the hot wax, the burning sensation was very similar. And then I got it. “Shit, that’s ice, isn’t it,” I surmised. “Have you got a bucket of the stuff?” “Clever girl, that’s right, with some champagne for later,” he said with what I could tell was a smile. “Cold after hot, hot after cold. Rather effective, don’t you think?” He rubbed the ice up and down my leg, then round and round, circling my pudenda. I let out a squeak as it slid over my slit, then swore as he pushed it between my labia and into my vagina. I let out some more choice words that no lady should ever use as I felt the ice-cold burning inside my normally warm passage. Then I felt something else penetrating me, something long and thick, pushing the ice cube deeper. “I’m glad I bought a few extra big candles,” he observed. “They’re good for other things as well as burning.” I felt the candle moving inside me, twisting and turning, rubbing against my warm squishy vaginal walls, pressing against my special soft spot. The ice cube must have melted, because I felt quite a lot of liquid running out of my slit and down my thighs. Of course, it might not have been just melted ice. “Ah, Jesus fuck, I’m going to come,” I swore again. “Oh, I don’t think so, not yet ...

... anyway,” he said, and I felt him let go of the candle, leaving it resting inside me. I just wanted to get to my clitoris to finish myself off, but that obviously wasn’t part of the plan. Instead, it was back to the wax. So far, it had been mostly on my stomach and legs. Then there was a pause, before I felt a fresh stream splashing directly onto my left nipple. “Argh, Christ,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed. I guessed he must be getting very turned on at the sight of my naked body spattered with streams of wax. I wished I could see it myself, but not knowing where each drop was going to fall made it even more exciting. Next it was my right nipple’s turn. Now I knew what to expect, I started to enjoy the sting of pain as each drop hit my skin, followed by a duller tingle as it cooled and hardened. He was definitely focussing on my breasts now, and I could feel dribbles of wax running down the sides of first one, then the other. Every now and then, he got another ice cube and slid it over my breasts, cooling them down before the next helping of melted candle. Soon, I could feel that both of my nipples were totally coated in wax. The scent of sandalwood and rose was so strong I was surprised I could breathe. At last the sensation stopped, and I felt his lips on my cheek, kissing me gently, nuzzling into my neck. “I think it’s time for you to see.” “Ok,” I whispered, and I felt his hands loosening the silken blindfold. I blinked as he pulled it away, the light of the candles ...