Go on they said, it′ll be fun they said.
She’s sitting astride me, watching; but I’m transfixed by the candle she’s holding.
Leaning forward she swirls the candle. Feeling my heart beat faster, but also swelling between her legs.
Then is drops!
A single red blob, falling. Mouth going dry, I want to move, but can′t. Waiting for the pain, searing into my flesh, burning through me.
But…
It′s hot, so hot!
My anticipation is terror, the reality a tingle. The relief causes a reaction, a throb.
Giggling, she asks, ″Someone’s happy. Did you enjoy that? Would you like another?″
