Wax Play
- Rocco Grigio
- Apr 3
- 1 min read
Updated: Nov 25
They flinch at the first drop. Is it pain or surprise? Sometimes it is hard to tell. Probably both.
Another drop. Then another. The sting fades, the body fights, breath hitching, hands gripping, soon they sink into it. Endurance soon becomes pleasure. I just have to let their confidence grows, and surprise them now and them with a splash of wax, or some ice. They start sighing, moaning, floating.
Afterwards, they’re out of it, high and peaceful. Eyes glassy, voice low, skin warm and wax-covered. They look like a Pollock!
Would you call this subspace?
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