I wanted to post this one for a while but it’s a little more involved than my other ones so it took a while to draft up. This is from a couple years ago, when I first moved out to the west coast. Names have been changed, of course. Story title inspired by the wonderful Eartha Kitt song. Skip to the 🔥 for the good stuff.
Story contains wax play.
I usually don’t add fwb on social media but when Andrew found me on IG, I figured there was no harm in it. Of my fwbs, Andrew was the closest to being a friend that would have my socials anyway. He knew me well, there was nothing that would surprise him on my feed.
Or so I thought.
One day I get a text from him – a screenshot of my IG story from earlier that day with the following text of *What is this?*
A table – decorated with candles, flowers in a bowl, loose tea in a cup, incense on a tray. My own caption, tagging two friends.
Was he going to be one of those people who was going to freak when he found out? I couldn’t figure out if his text was accusing or curious.
*A little get together with my friends,* I texted back.
Fuck it, just bite the bullet already. He was bound to ask anyways.
*I practice witchcraft*, I added.
*Oh wow, that’s cool. How long have you been doing it?*
He was taking this very well – a lot of people distance themselves when they find out. We texted back and forth a bit, about my personal history with witchcraft, the kinds of divination I like to do, if I actually had a caldron (yes – and it’s adorable).
*So you would describe yourself as a witch? Or just someone that practices witchcraft?
I call myself a witch.
That’s kinda hot.
Oh yeah?
Yeah. Is that rude to say?
Not at all, I find it cute.
I like the idea of you doing magic on me. Can you tell me my future?*
I was amused by that text – Andrew was more of a Dom in bed, so the idea that he liked having some sort of magickal control over him was surprising. A sudden, devilish thought came to my mind.
*When are you free this week? I can come over and give you a reading.*
…
He opened the door to his place and I stepped inside. I made my way to the couch is his small apartment. I was already familiar with the space. He grabbed a beer for himself and a seltzer for me.
His form stretched out comfortably on his couch. I sat next to him. “So, do I get my fortune read now?”
I couldn’t hide my eager smile. It took me a while to formulate this plan and I was very excited to share it.
“Well, I brought a couple different kinds, I’ll show you what I have and you can decide.” I opened my bag and pulled out my Rider-Waite deck, a pitcher of wax with a wick in the middle and a wooden pendulum. “Tarot, pendulum or carromancy – your choice.”
“How do you do carromancy?”
I tried not to smirk. I hope he’d ask. “Well, it just means divination by wax. Some pour melted wax into cold water, some watch the way a pillar candle burns down – but I thought of something a little different…” I played with the pitcher in my hands. “Ever tried wax play?”
I watched his eyes darken. He smiled and shook his head.
“I want to pour this over your body, then read the wax to tell you your future.” It was rare I took the Domme role with Andrew but my words flowed confident and strong, falling into the power dynamic easily.
“I want that,” he said, in the smallest voice I ever heard him use. I had never seen this side of him.
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I couldn’t wait any longer. I crawled over his body and kissed him. We made out on his couch, feeling each other up. I found myself being more controlling with Andrew than I was in the past, commanding him to take off his shirt while I took my own off.
I ran my hands over his bare chest, feeling his muscles jump under my touch. He was toned, with a smooth chest and firm abs. I licked my way down his chest while he fisted his hand in my hair.
I undid his pants and slid them down his hips. I knew from past experiences with Andrew that he loved getting his cock sucked as foreplay, so when I pulled off his underwear I was surprised at how hard he was, as I was used to giving him head to get him this hard.
“You’re really turned on, hm?” I purred, running my fingers over his cock.
“It’s so hot that you’re in charge,” he groaned. I took him into my mouth and his hand tightened in my hair.
I sucked him off, getting him close to cumming. He pulled me off of his cock when he got too close. He was bright red in the face, his breath heaving.
“Let’s go to your room,” I said, standing up. I took out a lighter from my bag and took the pitcher in hand, heading towards his bedroom.
I lit the wick in the candle and placed it on his bedside table. I felt his hands on my back, sliding around over my stomach. He licked and kissed my neck.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m melting the wax, it’s best to let it burn a little before using it. Grab a couple towels from your bathroom, a big one and a few little ones.”
I heard him walk away and return from his en suite. He threw the towel on the bed and then wrapped his arms around me.
I turned around in his arms. “Undress me. Fully.”
“You’re the boss.” He winked. Andrew undid my bra first, sucking on my nipples and squeezing my tits roughly. I ran my fingers through his hair, scraping my nails against his skull.
He found the zipper for my skirt and let it fall off my body. He pulled my panties down too and I stepped out of the pile of clothing, crawling onto his bed. I blew out the candle in the pitcher to let the wax cool a little.
“Come here,” I said, beckoning to him. He got onto the bed. I placed the towel under him and had him lay down on his back. I straddled his waist, running my hands over his chest. “Ready?”
“Oh fuck yeah,” he said, staring at my pussy as it hovered over his cock.
“Look at me,” I said sternly. He tore his gaze away from my cunt. “What I’m about to do – it’s not a joke. Witchcraft is a part of me.”
“I understand,” he said, earnestly. It was good to get that confirmation from him.
“Ok then,” I kissed down his chest, then started grinding my pussy against his cock. “And if the wax is too much, you let me know. Red/yellow/green?”
“That works,” he said. “Oh, green,” he added with a smile.
I kneeled over his hips, slowly lowering myself onto his cock. He grabbed my sides firmly. I pushed his hands away.
“Don’t distract me while I’m working,” I teased.
“You feel amazing,” he growled, lifting his hips to grind into me.
I put a firm hand on his chest. “Still,” I commanded. I felt his cock twitch inside of me.
“You’re so sexy when you take control,” he breathed. He obediently stayed still as I picked up the pitcher of wax.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I purred. I dropped a little wax onto the center of his chest. I watched his stomach flex in response. “Too hot?”
He shook his head.
Slowly, I started pouring the wax, letting it drip onto his chest.
He sucked in a sharp breath. I paused briefly, then started moving my hips. Fuck, I was soaked. My pussy made the wettest sound around his cock.
He moaned, then tried to lift his hips once more.
“Try that again and I might need to tie you down,” I said sharply.
“Yes ma’am,” he blurted out.
“Mm, I like that. Calling me ma’am…” I poured more wax onto his chest.
I worked my way down his stomach with the hot wax, stopping every once in a while to ride his cock painfully slow. I reached behind me and chuckled. “Your balls are so tight right now,” I teased, running my hand over his sack. I could feel my pussy drip over his balls, so I rubbed my wetness over his skin.
He whined, high and tight in his throat.
“Can I please fuck you harder? Just a little bit?” His eyes were begging me to let him.
I shook my head. “You can fuck me in a moment, let me work.”
Now that a decent amount of wax from the pitcher was cooling on his skin, I let my eyes unfocus, which is what I do whenever I look for shapes or figures in a scrying or tasseomancy reading.
“You have a trip coming up soon?” I asked, running my hand over the pooled wax near his collarbone
“How did you know about that?”
I tapped the wax lightly with my nail. “I see a train – indication of travel.”
“I‘ll be with my family in two weeks – going out to Florida for the summer.”
I pressed my finger into a shaped drip on his lower stomach. “Good fortune is coming your way, wait-“ I analyzed the smaller dots next to it. “Not just good fortune, but *actual* fortune.”
“Money? When?” His head was lifting off the pillow, trying to see where my finger was.
I pushed him down again. “Move too much and the wax will crack. Do you want that?”
“No ma’am.”
“Good boy.” I rewarded him by fucking myself deeper onto his cock. He moaned loudly. His cock was so hard and hot inside of me. I didn’t know how long my pussy could take this teasing…
“Do you see anything else?” He asked, watching my far-away look as I ran my hands over the wax again.
“Yeah – you’re going to fuck a witch and she’s going to make you cum so hard you see stars.”
I started riding him faster, bouncing on his dick. His hands grabbed my hips, the sudden movement cracking the wax on his chest and stomach. His eyes were wide, his mouth open.
He started fucking me, planting his feet and lifting his hips.
“Such a sexy little witch,” he growled. I threw my head back and moaned.
“Can’t believe that turns you on so much,” I laughed, which was cut off by a gasp as his cock hit a delicious spot inside of me.
“It’s so fucking hot,” he said. “Come here.”
I leaned forward, laying on top of the cracking, peeling wax. He pounded into me hard and fast.
He bit my earlobe. I tightened my pussy and heard him moan in response. I kept my pussy nice and tight for him.
I raked my nails down his chest, scraping up wax from his skin. He hissed through his teeth before groaning. He grabbed my ass with both of his hands, squeezing hard.
I could feel heat building in my gut. From this angle, my clit was grinding against his skin. The contact was amazing.
“I’m going to cum soon,” he moaned. “I don’t want to finish yet, I want to make you cum-“
“I’m close too, just keep fucking me,” I held onto his shoulders and arms for dear life as he pounded me. Fuck, I love rough sex.
I could hear every ragged inhale he took, feel every clench of my pussy muscles, taste the sweat off his skin.
“I’m cumming,” I managed to moan out before I felt my pussy start to throb.
Not only did I cum hard on his cock, but I could feel myself squirt a little too. I was screaming his name as my pussy spasmed around his dick.
He thrust into me a few more times before he buried his cock deep in my pussy and came.
“Ohhhh, fuck…” His eyes rolled back into his head. His hands tightened on my ass and my hip. “Oh my god, oh my god…”
I squeezed his cock with my pussy. His mouth fell open, gasping as I rocked back and forth in shallow movements.
“That – that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had,” he breathed, his voice completely drained of energy. I slowly lifted myself off of his softening cock. So much cum spilled out of me as I kneeled over him, dripping over his stomach. “Fuck, your pussy looks so good right now,” he growled.
I smirked and leaned over to the bedside stand for one of the small towels.
“How about you watch your cum drip out of my pussy while I clean you up?” I asked. He nodded quickly. I started gathering the wax from his skin while kneeling over him. I could feel cum leaking out of my pussy.
He watched my wet pussy drip as I cleaned him up, completely mesmerized.
Or should I say *bewitched*?
(Please note: This is based on my personal practices – every person who practices witchcraft is different and what I decide to do in my craft may not apply to others. I don’t know if others have paired sexual wax play with witchcraft so please don’t ask other witches about this form of divination. For any witches who would be interested in doing this, I would be happy to walk you through the process of how I did the full divination, as I did abbreviate that part for the sake of the story pacing.)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u6wlmf/mf_id_rather_be_burned_as_a_witch