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Remembering as far back as I can, I always had fond memories of playing with the flame. I remember the beauty of the it; orange and yellow hues. Not really sure what drew me to it, but it’s still with me to this day. Sometimes I just like to light a match, gracefully moving my fingers back and forth as if I’m orchestrating a choir. The choir though, in this case is me. I admit, I have a little devious curiosity in me.
And then I think about other types of heat that get me completely off. There is an obvious heat when we fuck. And then there’s the heat in walking on fire, across a walkway. It’s as if you are invincible in those minutes of time. Your inner bad ass comes out, and doesn’t quit til’ you are all the way across that walkway. And, would you have to make it across all the way without hurting your feet.
Another heated moment is the thought of taking candle wax on parts of my body. You know how sexy that could be. It’s hot for that split second moment, and wherever you put it on, is probably going to make me moan in the best way possible. My titties and my ass.