Playing With Candles  

KajunKittyt4U 52F
137 posts
7/2/2005 12:20 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Playing With Candles

This happened in my early 20's. It was my most amazing and unusual sexual experience to that date.

I returned from work past 1 PM that night and I was completely exhausted… or so I thought. I just dropped everything and laid down on the sofa, which is right next to the window. The view is very beautiful and the moon was full, so I didn’t even bother to turn on the lights. I just laid there, facing the ceiling, my arms hanging above my head. I untied my hair, then put my hands back on my stomach and rested.

More than once have I just fallen asleep there, but not that night. For some reason I couldn’t close my eyes; all I could do was stare at the ceiling or admire the view outside. From the window I could see the entire illuminated city below. It was wonderful.

I was definitely too tense to sleep, so I lit some candles. Perhaps I would read a novel, something I hadn’t done since time immemorial. But in the end, I was just too lazy to get on my feet and grab one. My body felt like it weighted a ton.

For minutes, I would just dip my right hand fingers into the wax of one of the larger candles. It was hot, but bearable. The air was unbearably hot however, even with the window open. So my left hand ended up unbuttoning my sweaty blouse, and why not removing my skirt while being at it. Then I derived half-naked on the sofa for several minutes. But I still couldn’t sleep. Too tense. Too hot.

Somehow I ended up putting my fingers in my panties. Yeah, those fingers with candle wax on them. I didn’t exactly touch myself yet, but I realized that spending the last two years in a constant rush at work meant spending that many years without having sex. I didn’t even think of masturbating and besides, I had never been really fond of touching myself with my bare fingers; somehow I’ve always found that uncomfortable. But then I wondered how it would feel like with warm, wax-coated fingers. I asked my clit and it told me it liked that, even though it was rather hot. But then I removed my fingers immediately.

I knew I was going to do it anyway. It was obvious. I couldn’t help caressing my stomach, fingers stretched, brushing my pubic hair, teasing myself. That exercise would drive me insane. I don’t know how much time I managed to stand this, but it looked like hours. Tortured by desire, on the edge of madness, I soaked my panties with my wetness. I was a bit afraid of soaking the leather sofa as well, so I discarded my panties, grabbed the first piece of cloth I found and sat on it.

My bras have always been a bit tight, so when my nipples erected, it started to hurt. I removed and threw my bra away, then began to caress my breasts with both hands. I enjoyed the feeling of the wax on my right breast. For some reason, I tried to keep my hand away from my pussy by caressing and squeezing my breasts harder. Boy, it felt good. They say sex is just better after long periods of abstinence and the longer the better; I can testify in favor of that. I came just by massaging my breasts. My breath became deeper and longer as I focused on my very sensitive nipples. I was so eager to touch my pussy that I started to make pelvic movements.

As I pivoted my head toward the window, I was compelled to dip my fingers into the wax again. Besides, I knew what I was going to do next. I didn’t even wait for the wax to cool off a bit to put them straight on my tingling, pulsing clit (I had never really touched it directly before, only through the hood) and start stroking and circling. It felt like when you eat something spicy; you almost burn your tongue but it tastes just too good (I love spicy food). Meanwhile, my left hand would squeeze my breast or caress my inner tight. I breathed deeply and heavily, faster as seconds looking like minutes passed. I couldn’t help moving my pelvis and contracting all my muscles. Never before had I felt something that intense, and I hadn’t even reached orgasm yet! I’ve always been slow to come but that night it seemed like it would never come at all. In fact, I almost dreaded it wouldn’t.

And then I came. I arched my back and moaned like there was no tomorrow as lightning struck through my spine and nearly broke my neck. It lasted as long as it took to reach it. At some point it was so intense that I almost fell off the sofa, and then it slowly faded away. I couldn’t help to keep moaning and breathing loudly, just as I couldn’t help keeping my fingers between my legs, then slide them down to my lips. I had never been able to finger myself before like my high school friends did; perhaps it was because I wasn’t wet enough, but I tried with jelly once and it didn’t work out either.

Despite the experience I had just suffered (I still couldn’t believe it nor recover), I had to try with candle wax. I had to. That mere thought compelled me to try it out. Several minutes later, of course, once I was able to get my shaking hand off my pussy.

I started by coating some on my stomach, then dipping again, on my breasts, then again, on my inner tights. I dreaded to do in on my lips so I proceeded slowly. It was a-ma-zing. The warm feeling was so breathtaking. As I gently put my three generously dipped fingers inside, I arched my back even more violently than before, sitting back on the sofa, bending my head backward, staring at the ceiling, mouth wide open, groaning, moaning louder than I thought I could.

The feeling was electric. My eyes started to move real fast on their own and for a second I felt like they would roll backward like in the movies, exposing only the white part of the ocular globe. I had to pull my legs back (still widely spread apart) and sit in fetal position. I can’t accurately describe the feeling in my vagina. It felt somewhere between warm and hot, penetrating to the deepest layers of the walls inside, a bit like mint or Vicks. But much stronger. I felt every single of my nervous endings being intensely and continuously stimulated by the wax, amplified by movements of my fingers which were coating it everywhere with circular and pressing motion, mixing it with my abundant juices.

I didn’t care how I would take that out at the moment; all that mattered was to move my fingers and my pelvis, squeezing my fingers with my kegel muscle.

I fell back and kept fingering myself, my left hand reaching my breast, my legs extending farther and spreading wider than I thought possible, as I started to breathe and moan louder and faster. My heart pounded so hard that I could feel it in my chest and through my temples. Drops of sweat were running on my neck, my chest, my abdomen, my tights, making their way through the wax. I could feel my entire body throbbing and my mind was getting sharper than it ever had been, noticing every single detail, amplifying every single sensation, reaching through every nerve ending. I felt a burst of warmth contrasting with the coldness of my sweat.

I remember during that eternity how the light of the candles reflected on the ceiling and how beautiful it was, how it looked like it was turning, but it was my head that was spinning due to euphoria, how everything around appeared to sparkle like magic. I almost felt like my mind was reaching outside my body. Well, almost.

How long did I finger myself like that? I don’t know. For quite a while I guess. It seems like that feeling of self-awareness considerably delayed the nonetheless unavoidable orgasm, which at some point I felt would be considerably more intense itself. That precise feeling brought me back to reality as I knew I was about to come.

Then I began thrusting my fingers quite violently against the upper wall and that is how I believe I have located my G-spot. Just as I had previously thought it couldn’t get any better (worse), I almost exploded. I stroked that precise spot at an almost supernatural speed, rising up a bit, supporting myself on my left elbow, my left hand painfully squeezing my breast (I couldn’t lessen my grip), and then I came again.

Even with a vibrator or when being eaten by a guy I’ve never felt anything like that, ever. I screamed with pleasure as I fell back violently and arched my back and pushed my pelvis forward, bending my knees (my legs were hanging each side of the seat), standing on my toes, cramping my right hand and involuntarily stroking my clit with my palm, planting my left hand’s nails into my flesh, screaming louder and louder until I ran out of air, gasping then resuming my moans, shedding tears of joy that ran down my cheeks. It lasted forever, that undescribable mixture of intense pleasure and pain. Well, less than a minute, probably, but far longer than any other orgasm I had experienced before.

I had violent, rapid spasms throughout the orgasm and even several minutes afterward, breathing faster and my heart pounding harder than after thirty minutes of jogging. As I rested, laying on the sofa, still shaking from the experience, I realized how much of a sport masturbating could be.

My body was hurting so much that I couldn’t move, yet I was feeling very well, relaxed. I was remembering how it felt like to be a woman as I slowly derived toward sleep, completely exhausted (now I was), intoxicated by the smells of sweat, juices, perfumed candles. I spent the night naked on the sofa, three fingers inside my pussy, coated with candle wax, right next to a wide open window for everyone to enjoy the view. I almost wished that happened; it was too great an experience not to share with others. That is why I’m writing it down, by the way. It’s truly once in a lifetime.

The next weekend I told that experience to my best friend, Beth. She is sexually more open (and much less shy) than me and she had told me a couple of her own experiences before (either solo or with a boyfriend).

To my surprise, she gently brushed and caressed my hair like my mom used to do long ago. “Stress must come out one way or another, sister”, she told me, and that she had told me it would happen sooner or later, don’t I remember? We ended up talking about solo fun all afternoon, sharing experiences, ideas, even toys. Thanks to her, masturbation has become a ritual for me, while she seeks a boyfriend suitable to a workaholic like myself.

By the way, she ended up trying the candle wax thing, but it didn’t work out nearly as well as it did for me; in fact, she almost burned her fingers right away and didn’t have enough resolve to try it on her genitals. It mustn’t be her thing, I guess.

Oh my gosh, I didn’t intend to write that much; I must have gotten carried away. So much has happened since that day, I have plenty more material to write about and share with the world, so I will post more stories.

PS Playing with candle wax is kinda messy, especially if you put some into your vagina. Once it dries up inside, it’s pretty hard to take it out, and you have no other option than using your fingers to take every single fragment out. Think twice before trying this. It’s really messy.

Happy 4Th of July.

Hugs... Kitty.

interested13563 53M
2557 posts
7/2/2005 4:43 pm

Kitty, you ought to teach sensuality. You are a master.

LookN4Delight2 61M  
273 posts
7/2/2005 8:28 pm

My lord, Kitty, you write so well. I have a vivid picture of you pleasuring yourself on your sofa. It was I watching you through the picture of your window that you painted in my mind. What I would give to witness you in person.

Jerosd 47M

7/4/2005 1:15 am

OMG.....Can u say steaming hot!.....Damn girl, now that's waxplay at his finest

KajunKittyt4U 52F
81 posts
7/4/2005 5:08 am

Thanks guys for your thoughts...

Back to work again...

Hugs... Kitty.

cajunpet 70M
1185 posts
7/13/2005 4:39 pm

I enjoy the romance of lighted scented candles in the room. Will have to try hot wax one day...

Take care.
Keep On Blogging!!!! Have a great day.

Cajun Pet

KajunKittyt4U 52F
81 posts
7/13/2005 11:15 pm

Hi Cajun, Thanks for visiting my journal.

Hugs... Kitty.

josmith5 55M
118 posts
10/15/2006 12:00 pm

ok......when will the book be available?i want an autographed copy...

no matter where you go.......

there you are.

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