The hot wax runs down my skin, drawing lines of fire that mark every curve, every sigh, every sweet moan that escapes my mouth. It's the perfect contrast... The heat burning, my skin crawling, and my voice, soft, melting into the air as pleasure and heat mix mercilessly. And the cruelest thing? You can only watch. You can only feel your body shudder with every sound, with every drop, with every moan that seems made to provoke you to the last drop of patience. Feel the sound. Feel the heat.