Sex on fire

Do I have a thing for fire? Hell yes!!

I have always been mesmerised by fire. I grew up around people that worked with fire, I was taught not to fear it but to have a healthy respect for it. Did I get burnt when I was young, absolutely but it never put me off, just taught me how far I could push those boundaries of respect.

As I grew up I found flames mesmerising, still do to be honest! Whether it’s the gentle lick of a candle flame to a roaring, crackling bonfire. I could stare into those flames for hours.

But does this translate into me having a kink for fire? Well I don’t really know the answer to that.

We always talk in term of hot when we speak of a sexy experience, there is so much heat in our language of lust. We’re in the heat of passion or we burn with desire. There is intensity and danger entwined in that language.

I have indulged in wax play and enjoy the sensations. I cannot help but hiss and squirm as the hot wax lands in my skin. But that’s not fire play that’s heat play. And if we’re talking about temperature play then I will take all the warm sensations but you can keep your cold and your ice to yourself, I hate the feeling of cold!

We have also played with fire cups, the flash of heat and the tightening of my skin as it gets sucked into the vacuum as the flames extinguish is something that’s indescribable.

I have always wanted to try fire play. It is so intriguing and just so damn sexy to watch. I want to feel the warm fingers of flame caressing my skin, knowing if they trail for too long they’ll leave their mark and yet having that deep sense of trust that the Keeper won’t let me be hurt. A bit like needleplay, it’s not something you can just go off and do without knowing the basics and sadly we just haven’t found someone to guide us through that first experience together.

So do I have a kink for fire? Well maybe but I can’t answer than until I actually experience it but let’s just say, until that time, the thought of it ignites my soul.