A Candle

A fat wax shaft filled Maria's hand, looking obscenely phallic in her grasp, and her wide smile slightly demonic.

Lois raised an eyebrow, feeling her heart flutter in her chest. This was...beyond any or her expectations. Her eyes focused on the yellow flame that danced atop the thick candle, and the clear pool it seemed to float within, like the heart of a volcano's caldera in miniature.

"Have you ever played with wax?" Maria cooed, and Lois noticed that her lover had not yet brought the candle close to her.

"I...no, this would be a first." she said.

"These candles melt at low temperatures. So they only burn a little, then harden. A little bit of pain...triggers the release of endorphins. Some people really like it. Do you want to try it? We'll keep it away from any sensitive areas."

Lois realized that Maria was asking for permission. And the reporter had to admit to herself, she was tempted. Waxplay had never really been anything she'd even thought of...hadn't even played with candles since a child, at some church services. The pain...Lois had never thought much about pain, in relation to sex. Sure, her first time had hurt. And there had been other times, with some of her bigger or more aggressive partners...the sensation of being scratched. Bitten. Groped with hard fingers. It was never something she had sought out, but it hadn't always been...bad. Not in the moment.

Yet this was different. This was seeking out pain, for its own sake. As a new experience. Lois felt her nipples, stiff enough that they almost ached, and knew that she was so turned on she wasn't thinking straight. She opened her mouth to answer....

"Please."

Maria smiled, and carefully moved the candle over to Lois' midriff, lowering it until it hovered just a few inches above her belly button...and then slowly tipped it. Lois watched, fascinated, the trickle of clear fluid as it crested the rise...apprehension building with each moment...and then the drops fell, like water, and hit her skin.

Lois spasmed. The pain and heat were only momentary, a momentary point of liquid fire against her skin, and then it cooled and slid. She looked down as the clear drops dried against her oiled skin, glistening white. A point of heat still flushed through her skin, and it reminded her of nothing more than those moments when a man would pull out and shoot their scalding cum onto her belly...only more intense. Her mouth worked, and finally she formed a single thought, which came out of her lips as:

"More."