Darkness surrounds herA single flame flickers, dripScalding wax trickling..Wrists pressed togetherBound by black coarse criss-crossed ropesPain not felt, not yet..Wooden door creakingDarkened desire mounts her formRestrained, she writhes..A single fingerTraces her dewy petalsFinding the bud, pinch..Whimpers pass the gagAs strong...

Hurricane Of Hot Liquid Wax

"Krystal explores the pain and pleasures of playing with candle wax."

Mention hurricanes and most people think devastating winds, never-ending rain and widespread flooding. Mention hurricane to me and I think candle wax. Yes, candle wax. It was my first real hurricane. I had experienced remnants of hurricanes growing up in...