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75 - Wax

     A hand on my ankle, steadying me. Then, another splash of fire along the front of my belly.

     “Aaaagh!” I try not to yell. Even if I wanted to scream, a leather belt is inside my mouth. I´m biting down on it, making me think of it as a kind of bridle, a harness to keep my emotions reigned in.

     Do you want me to stop, the voice asks.

     I open my eyes, and look up. I catch my breath, and feel the erection straining against the front of my jeans. I look into the darkness, and try to find a pair of eyes.

     I shake my head no.


5976 words (MM, MF)


Cover art by Matt Gold

IG: mattgoldphoto

75 - Wax

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