Touching the Flame, pt. 3

Link to photos: 

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7MlCEoEDaftaU95QldHc0tSMk0

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TOUCHING THE FLAME

Ashley Lane slid into the warmth of the tub, displacing enough water to knock over a candle, spilling wax onto the hotel bathroom floor. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, setting the candle back up, lighting it again off its nearest neighbor. She continued to sink deeper, but left her breasts to float above, dry and pert and perfect.

“What do you want me to do…?” she queried, knowing that my response will be the same as it has been since we met earlier this year. “I don’t know, just move around.”

She rotated her body in the tub, slipping her torso around so now her wet butt cheeks were peeking out about the water, looking like to lonely islands in desperate need of conquering. For a brief second I pictured a little flag with a man’s smiling face tucked between the cheeks.

I played with lighting her with a red clip-on I had brought, but after a few shots knew that the natural warm orange glow from the candles would create far more mood on their own. We were both tired from a long day of shooting yet still soldiered on, realizing how cool the candles would look in this foreign location. As I clicked away at various angles knowing she couldn’t move around too much there, we shared more stories from our lives, often returning to stories of sex or intimacy. We discussed that one woman in my life who liked to bite too much, or that man she knew whose penis was just TOO DAMN BIG. We laughed and talked and confided. And as usual, time slipped away from us.

I took turns shooting video and still imagery, watching as she slid her hands over her slick skin, feeling her skin, touching herself in dark, warm places. As usual, it was a challenge to not be too distracted by her efforts.

We shot like that for about half an hour, but soon the water began to cool and our energy levels dipped. Eventually she made a sport of extinguishing the candles from drops of water from her finger tips, making the process into a sport that made the entire procedure drag out far longer than it would have if she had just blown them out. But we were in no hurry. 

Finally, the candles were out and I flipped on the light, adding an unfortunate dose of reality into the dreamy and magical world we had been inhabiting. It was then we realized just how much wax had been spilled down the side of the tub, into the grooves of the tile on the floor, and in the detailed cracks of the edging below the tub. As she sat in the water, I was on my knees outside of it, but we both were scraping and cleaning as much wax as we could from our individual areas, creating large mounds of wax that we from time to time would deposit in the large box I had brought the candles in. After another 20 minutes of this we finally removed enough of the wax to call it a success, and I handed her a towel and exited the bathroom while she dried herself off.

We would spend the next hour shooting erotic videos of me choking her the way she asked me to, learning how, where, and with what pressure to do so to not make her choke or gag in too strong of a way. I might share those videos, but I might not. I haven’t decided. Would you be interested in seeing those?

Eventually I tucked her into bed and locked the door behind me, driving home and trying not to think of the things Ashley has a way of making men think. It was a fund evening to say the least, and I looked forward to what the morning would hold for us.

Do you enjoy Ashley’s images and the stories of her visits? Please leave comments and questions in the box below or in my DMs! And thank you once again for your continued support of what I do, it means the world to me!

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Here’s that link again: 

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B7MlCEoEDaftaU95QldHc0tSMk0