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From: thedarkwithin@aol.com (TheDarkWithin)
Subject: {ASSM} Hot Wax Story
Date: Wed,  2 Oct 2002 19:10:03 -0400
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Dinner Time
copyright David Williams, all rights reserved

Tied to the chair, you cannot get away. held captive of my perversions you are
helpless before me. I stir the crock pot and you know what is next. The wax is
melted, a pot full, and I begin to whistle as I ladle out a bowl of it. 

You are nude, nipples hard, a growing puddle of wetness between your legs. The
seat is reclined, you are leaning back, perky tits presented for torment. You
draw in a deep breath as I dip my brush and begin to paint you with hot wax. It
drips down your skin, tiny flows of fire running down the sides of your
breasts. 

The heat is so intense you scream/moan for my pleasure. I apply stroke after
stroke of the hot liquid until it is caking on your breasts, a mold of you. I
move further down your body, allowing large splashes of wax on your belly to
run down over your swollen clit and parted lips. 

You lose yourself to the pain/pleasure of the heat and I encase you in fire. It
hardens around you, holding you fast. I add crayons to the wax in the pot
making the color change again and again and I paint you with the liquid heat
layer upon layer. You pussy is dripping freely from your arousal or maybe you
came, you aren't sure, all the sensations are overwhelming. 

All you know is that as I finish, you have become my statue, my living art. I
have recreated you and formed you in wax and you are perfect. Candles lit . . .
long elegant tapers. I drip their wax onto your body as well until there is a
hot pool of wax and then I place them, pressing them into you and leaving them
standing. 

You have become the candle, the wax, the fire. You burn and as you do you are
rewarded with loving drips of fire and pain as the wax rolls down you.
Satisfied, I seat myself and begin to eat my meal. . . I do so love eating by
candlelight.

My Free Site of writing and art and stuff:
http://www.sohos.net/davew/stoneangels

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