Masturbation Monday #39
Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Candlelight. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t look much like inspiration but due to changes in UK laws I am trying to be careful what I host directly on my page. If you’d like to see the inspiration image you just need to click below and it will take you to it.
Marie Rebelle was one of the first sex bloggers I followed and Masturbation Monday is based (in part) on her Wicked Wednesday blogging meme. So when she was willing to share some of her images with me for you, I jumped on that offer quicker than I jump on John Brownstone’s cock.
This original image, titled Candlelight, was shared on her website on January 1, 2017 – and is a perfect way to ring in a new year, I think. And to get a little meta, it was an image she used for Sinful Sunday, hosted by the amazing Molly Moore.
Readers – check out the different posts to find something that makes you want to get off.
He lay on his front, the towel under him was rough against his skin. He could feel his nipples peaking where the fabric was rubbing them. His head was turned to the side, and he was watching the flickering flame on a candle across the room. The room was almost dark, lit only by a handful of candles on a few spare surfaces.
He could hear her breathing as he moved around the room, gathering supplies and making him wait. Building suspense because he’d told her it was more exciting when he didn’t know when it was coming. The room is so quiet he can hear the candles sputtering, as they dance in the draft. There’s a sizzle and he feels her move closer. She’s close enough that he can feel the heat of her body, and he holds his breath waiting for the first stinging drop to hit his back.
Instead of the first drop he feels her lean over him, and suddenly her voice is sharp in his ear, “Breathe”. He jumps, releasing the breath he’s been holding. She stands back up, and he presses his face into the towel, suppressing a chuckle. That’s when the first drop hits his back, he gasps at the shock of pain, and then relaxes into the warmth. He watches the flame of the candle again, as she drips more splashes of wax down his back. Enjoying the sensation switching between the sting of the heat and the soothing warmth as the wax cools.
He can feel it lulling him into that floaty head space. When he feels it dripping across his buttocks, he wiggles feeling an entirely different sort of heat pulsing through his body. He shifts position, pushing against the rough material, trying to rub his cock against it, as he presses her thighs together. Her hand slaps down, stinging his bottom, and he freezes.
For a moment he’d forgotten. Forgotten why he was here, and what they had planned. He shifted again, letting his legs fall apart, maybe slightly wider than before so he can feel the cool air against his sack. That’s when the first drop slides between his buttocks, she’d dripped it carefully without touching him, so it wasn’t all the way down but it was enough that he could feel it. She places one hand over him, using her fingers to spread his cheeks as she drops more wax down his crack.
As she drips it lower, some splashes onto his balls, and he sucks in his breath. His cock is now straining under him, and he can feel the tip moistening with precum. He tries not to move again, as she continues to drip the wax over his crack, allowing it to build up. At last she stops, and he feels her step back. He glances at her over his shoulder, noticing she has blown out the candle in her hand. She catches his eye, “Turn over.”
He turns onto his back, his cock standing straight up from his body, like a soldier on parade. “Thank you, Miss.”
She laughs, picking up a new candle in a garish shade of luminous pink. She lights it from one of the nearby tealight, and walks back to him. The first drops spatter his chest, the pink standing out brightly against his dark hair. She drops the wax in a circular pattern, drawing swirls over his chest, before moving down his torso. As she gets closer to his cock it twitches, and she looks up at him meeting his eye, “It’s almost like you’re begging for it, don’t you think?” His cock twitches again, and he nods.
The first drip hits the tip of his cock, and he grunts. The sting of pain surprising him but it cools rapidly, and by the time the head is covered, he is moaning, his hips thrusting upwards as he tries to get more of the feeling. She is now holding a dripping candle in each hand. He closes his eyes, letting the alternating sensations of pain and pleasure dripping on his cock and balls. She still hasn’t touched him, and he realises he is about to come. As another drop hits the top of his frenulum, the pain shoots through him and he gives a grunt of pleasure. He comes hard, and looks down at his cock. The cum mixing with the hardening wax making even more of a mess than usual.
He looks up at her, and there is a glint of evil pleasure in her eyes as she holds up the wooden wax removal knife.