I make no secret of the fact that I love wax play.

For me, it’s all about the sensation,
the fire,
the shock as the wax hits the skin,
the way it caresses my body,
tightening as it cools,
complaining,
struggling,
to keep hold of me as it’s forced to relinquish it’s grip.

I love the colours, their complimentary shades or contrast to the skin.
But it’s not just about colour, it’s about the journey as a whole…the rise, the descent, the fall, the memory…all of which resides upon my skin in it’s wake.

 

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