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Elorin -> RE: Fire Play? (4/27/2007 12:51:00 AM)
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A description of a fireplay scene with M from the 2005 GWNN Bash play party.
I found a platform, and WW said we were going to do fire play. YUM! I love fire so much! So of course, off comes everything I so painstakingly put on. Corset, skirt, panties, stockings, boots. Nothing but me, and he began to play with the violet wand. My breasts, my nipples (tender still from the attention of the wand the night before), my belly button, my nose (he's sadistic), my scalp (he knows I hate that), my arms, my legs and hips, and my feet. Ooh my feet. He turns the intensity all the way up and I squirm and wiggle in delight. Then he turned it down again and headed for my inner thighs and mound. I was determined to take whatever he could give, and I fought and wiggled and whimpered and cried but I took the sparks to my skin until he relented. Then he went for the flaming liquid. I hopped down and headed for my bag to get a clip to put my hair up, and laid down.
We have so much fun with fire.. We had gathered a little group of onlookers because the table was so close to the edge of the play floor, but I was mostly able to tune them out. Flaming nipples, a circle around my belly button, fire down my legs. He put the liquid in my belly button and lit it. I squealed, I squirmed, I moaned as the licks of hot flame flashed across my flesh. Then my feet. Oh delight of delights. Flaming toes. I love fire and the violet wand on my feet. I wiggled and delighted and he blew them out. I heard someone behind me just a gigglin. Apparently she was enjoying watching.
I flipped onto my stomach and the flames licked across my back. M pushes me harder on my back because I can't try to put stuff out. I arch and squirm, and it is like a symphony of motion and sound and flame and the zap of the wand. And his hand, wiping out the flame, or slapping it out, or calming my body. And the giggle moments. Fire on my feet makes me feel like I'm five sometimes, and my voice reflects it, and I giggle and say "Do it again Daddy!" Fire down my legs is hot and erotic and makes me arch and moan. Liquid on my ass that won't light takes me out of space and we talk and laugh softly to one another. Then back to flame that makes me moan and drives me back into my headspace.
Back onto my back and he has an evil glint in his eyes. I spread my legs at his direction, and he lays the fuel down along my outer labia. I flick one finger onto the landing strip of hair I have there, and he lights my pussy. Both sides, a warmth that is hot and scary and overwhelming and not enough, all at the same time. An order to orgasm. He does a few more flames on my belly, and then we are done he says.
I have no idea how long we played. I know at some point I lifted my head to two men who were talking loudly and said "Do you mind? We're trying to play here, thank you!" At some point some gal tried to talk to Sir, and he said "Feel free to ask me questions when we are done, we are playing right now."
But I puddle onto my knees on the floor and try to help as best as I'm able. While Sir packs up and puts away toys, I spray the table down with bleachwater and wipe it down, because I can lean on it. I crawl around it and spray it, and then I pick my things up and Sir and I walk back to our table, him supporting me. I find my fishnet pants and pull them on, and Sir sends me after a drink for him. I spill the Coke, and mindlessly find napkins to mop it up. I'm not sure who helped. Someone tried to talk to me. I don't know who. I was in that floating glowy state and Sir wanted Coke durn it! I brought it back to him and we headed to the smoking room where he had a cigarette and I just purrred my way through coming down from my headspace in his company.
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