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Fire Crackles

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Ever pass your hand through the center of a flame? If you have,

you know it's cool, as in low temperature when you keep your digits

moving. Ah, but those burning coals, sizzling their peachy

booties, down at the base of the fire? Well, they produce flesh

wounds on contact!

Prior to exploring coitus, my erotic release took two tangible

forms: pyromania and masturbation. Pushing hot coals to and fro

using a thick forest stick, arranging logs to burn hotter or

colder, my skin would begin to sweat and tighten as I stared into

the fire; awareness of my pussy became as focused as sun rays

through a magnifying glass. And, my pussy conflagration would burn

deliciously as crotch sensations were made to surrender to full

body scorch, like a marshmallow plumping on a spit.

Later, while negotiating synaptic stroke commands, memories of the

gathered heat crackled, energizing my touch to move eradicately as

the campfire, fast, then slow, some swirls. Over on the left side,

given full splits spread, tiny electric shocks kept me oiled for

hours. Oh, yes, riding the orgasmic state is every bit as

pleasurable as an intense orgasmic release!

Only now do I realize I never once pulled down my pants and

masturbated right there at the edge of the fire!

So, cum on baby, light my fire...



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