He was blindfolded. He was face down on the table, wondering why there was cling-film under him. There was a slight ‘click’ and he could hear her move. She ran her hand down one side and then the other side of his exposed back, gently caressing him. He could not help but call out when the first drops of the wax hit his skin. The first few drops landed, and then she stopped. She let it cool slightly and then more drops were on him. There was a build-up, of wax and heat until he could not stand it any more, and she poured on the wax, not drip by drip. He sucked in his breath and let it out as a stuttering moan after he couldn’t hold it any more. He felt her fingernails on his skin and then under the edge of the wax. She was prying it off, scraping with her fingernails to loosen and then pulling, taking some of his hair with it. He felt her breath on his skin and he smiled as the sensation as she blew across the cooling area.
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