Waxing Lovely Novels & Stories

“ Mrs. Lilly, I’m Trinity. I will start you off with you waxing and we will do a mud wrap on you. After we are done with you we will send you to have your manicures and pedicures.” I’m not going to go into details about the waxing. Just take my word if I didn’t need to have it done it would not be something I would do voluntarily. It was an unpleasant experience. And it irritated my skin. Luckily the mud wrap afterwards soothed my skin as well as the lotion Trinity massaged on me after I was cleaned up. Trinity did say the waxing would get better with time. I’m going to take her word for it since it is her job to know these things. And after the massage I’m very relaxed. And let me tell you

Xavier murmured. With skilled hands, he reached for Liora's favorite shower gel, scented with lavender and vanilla. He poured it onto a soft loofah, working it into a lather of fragrant white foam. Liora closed her eyes, surrendering completely, feeling Xavier's every movement.

“I want a matte look with a touch of smoky eyes. I hate glossy lips so I want the matte look. “Excellent choice, ma'am. I hear you are going to a banquet so you need a frontal wig to complete your makeup. I would have styled your natural hair but it won't fit this look so I'll fix you a wavy-curl 24-inch frontal wig. I'm going to style it to the side so it would cover a part of your eyes—the right eyes, to be specific. Is that fine? “Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott.

"No, sir." I keep dripping, making a perfect D on her back. She doesn't feel it as much because of the distance between the drops, the candle made for practice and the moisturizer I've spread on her skin. After all, I haven't been a dominatrix for long. I take another sip of the wine and offer it to her, who accepts it lying down. Lolla takes a sip from my glass. Then I continue the Wax Play with a different candle, this time a red one. I draw a perfect T on her back with the path of the drips. "Sir?" She asks. "What are you writing?"

Alex explained, his voice quivering as if driven insane with need. Shaking with desire, unable to guess his next move, I lay there submissively. It was thrilling and erotic, waiting for him to touch me, yet powerless to see anything. "I'm going to start with a little wax play. I won't hurt you. It'll feel pleasant," he promised. The minute he mentioned wax I froze. Bracing myself for the hot sting against my skin, my body tensed. Within moments, a hot drip landed on my chest and my back arched, jolting my hips as each droplet hit my stomach.

"Lower your panties, Isa." "Yes, sir." She did. I hadn't seen her pussy before. It was all sorts of hairy, by far the most unkempt of any of my girls. Still, it was positively oozing down her thighs. Her labia pulsed like they were trying to suck something into her, anything that was close enough to fuck. "You like keeping it wild, do you?" "Not that it's your business," she began hotly, but her tone moderated as arousal overpowered her anger, "but yes. Waxing your snatch is so pathetic. Such a beta bitch move."

I think mom notices Susan's discomfort and attempts to diffuse it. "Susan, who does your waxing?" Mom asks, nonchalantly. "Sherrie and I do each other." She says, glancing at her own hairless mound. "It looks divine. Do you think I should do mine?" Mom asks, spreading her legs and waiting for Susan's response. Susan stares at mom's wide-open pussy, so wet it's almost dripping. She licks her lips and clears her throat before she answers. "I think you'd love it, mom." Susan says enthusiastically. "Do you want me to do it? We could get a waxing kit and I'd do it for you." Susan has clearly warmed up to the idea.

My panties fell to the floor, revealing my perfectly bald and wanton pussy. Jenny had reminded me that older men love bald and smooth young pussies. Of course, Jenny would know. I did shave myself, but Jenny gave me the number of a lady that she used for waxing. She insisted I ask for a Brazilian wax. I followed her instructions and was thrilled with the outcome.

The wax began to melt, flowing over her skin like liquid fire, and she arched her back, wanting more. Aiden stepped back for a moment, allowing her to feel the loss of his touch. “You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, taking in her flushed skin, the wax glistening in the candlelight. He reached out and cupped her breast, rubbing the soft flesh through the wax, then leaned in to kiss her nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Claire moaned, her hips moving involuntarily against his hand.

All she needs to know for now is that I can be trusted. “Let me help you with that,” I say, gently rolling her off me. Wax play is fun, but it’s messy, and getting it off is a huge pain in the ass. I hoped that focusing on peeling the layers of wax off her would take my mind off the persistent, throbbing erection. I have no such luck, though. Madeleine drifts off to sleep while I peel wax from her back. I stare at the red blotches left behind on her porcelain skin. It’s nothing that will last more than a few hours.