Fire!!!

I heart fire. I do. There is something about having a huge flaming wand in My hand and a willing body beneath Me that turns my crank. Yum! That almost trivializes the attraction though. I’ve always loved fire. I would watch a fireplace like kids watch nickelodeon. Fire is beautiful. Fire is primal. Fire spells fear, need, and desire. Fire is life and destruction in the most basic of levels. Fire is beautiful.

Before I get any further I will say that you need have no fear of inviting me to your homes. I am not a firebug. Because no matter how infinitely beautiful I see fire as I have far more fear and awe of it to ever consider abusing it. Sure My heart tingles when a little too much lighter fluid is used on the grill, but I’m also quick to admonish the grill master as being unsafe.

Sometimes I find it odd that Fire play is my absolute favorite form of play. The logical half of the Libra half of my mind tells me that it is FIRE for fucks sake! That is a person! Or it’s MY FLESH! Fire + Flesh = BAD right?!!??! However when I feel the flames in my hand, on my skin, on another’s flesh it feels so right. Fire + Flesh = Mmm Mmm Good! It’s amazing how quickly the Good outweighs the fear of the bad.

I am lucky enough to have a few regular Fire play partners. And for my money there is just nothing that compares to the delightful sounds I can coax from them under the flame. Women purr. Men moan.

I know I’ve said it before and I am sure I will say it again but I really and truly do heart Fire.