Slow Burn

SLOW BURN

I arrived to a setting of soft lighting and smooth sound. Carly was wearing a pretty black dress and high heels. As was her custom, she had forgotten to wear panties.

"Don't
you mess
with a little girl's
dream .....

cause she's likely
to grow up
- mean"

- Poe

Initial pleasantries evolved into one of those challenging discussions in which we often engage. Carly and I have a somewhat unique ability to be quite open with one another. Topics too sensitive for most we tackle, knowing that ultimately we will recover from the sometimes too candid if not brutally honest words. The appropriately titled "Control" by Poe was playing in the background as we wrestled with the topics at hand. She had some insights on my handling of a scene with another girl. Her submissive perspective differed from that of mine as a top. I had some thoughts on her reaction to criticism by friends that conflicted with her own views. To say the least we were generating some heat.

The rolling boil of our conversation had been reduced to a simmer by the time the driving rhythm and seductive lyrics of "Hey Pretty" edged their way into my consciousness. Words between us were fewer now as I caught the candlelight dancing through wisps of her hair in the darkened room. Smoke from her cigarette drifted around her face. More through instinct than plan I took the thin glowing cylinder from her fingers and rotated it end over end it in mine, feeling the heat of the burning tip. Moving it closer and closer to her skin, I dragged it ever so slowly across her shoulder. She drew her breath in a long gasp as our moods shifted from one source of heat to another.

"Well its 3am
I'm out here riding again
through the wicked winding
streets of my world"
......................................

"Hey Pretty -
don't you wanna
take a ride
with me
- through my world"

- Poe

Continuing the slow burning process, I dragged the tiny but intense tip across the inside of her arm from her shoulder to wrist, pausing occasionally to let the heat seep into her skin. Supplied with a chain of thin white tubes of fire, I burned errant strands of hair from around her ears and the back of her neck watching them curl in agony as they vaporized before me. I knew she could hear as well as feel the sizzle of the moving ember. As each stick of fire died I ground the spent stub into her flesh and allowed her to swallow the remnant as she methodically lit another.

Eventually able to take no more, she pulled me to the floor and spread her legs in anticipation of more intrusive activities. I lit another cigarette for her, but failed to deliver it to her waiting fingers. The temptation to feast upon warmed flesh basted in her own juices was far too great. It took several more cigarettes to cook and sear the proffered offering to my liking. Captivated by the sound and aroma of her burning hair and mesmerized by the ebb and flow of her reactions to the heat, I perhaps spent more time than necessary for an optimal warming. After scorching a considerable portion of the offered meal, I did eat her - ravenously as she would later note. A very unique taste - charcoal seasoned female flesh. I've learned to like my own cooking.

I arrived to a setting of soft lighting and smooth sound. Carly was wearing a pretty black dress and high heels. As was her custom, she had forgotten to wear panties.	"Don't you mess with a little girl's dream ..... cause she's likely to grow up - mean" - Poe
Initial pleasantries evolved into one of those challenging discussions in which we often engage. Carly and I have a somewhat unique ability to be quite open with one another. Topics too sensitive for most we tackle, knowing that ultimately we will recover from the sometimes too candid if not brutally honest words. The appropriately titled "Control" by Poe was playing in the background as we wrestled with the topics at hand. She had some insights on my handling of a scene with another girl. Her submissive perspective differed from that of mine as a top. I had some thoughts on her reaction to criticism by friends that conflicted with her own views. To say the least we were generating some heat.
The rolling boil of our conversation had been reduced to a simmer by the time the driving rhythm and seductive lyrics of "Hey Pretty" edged their way into my consciousness. Words between us were fewer now as I caught the candlelight dancing through wisps of her hair in the darkened room. Smoke from her cigarette drifted around her face. More through instinct than plan I took the thin glowing cylinder from her fingers and rotated it end over end it in mine, feeling the heat of the burning tip. Moving it closer and closer to her skin, I dragged it ever so slowly across her shoulder. She drew her breath in a long gasp as our moods shifted from one source of heat to another.	"Well its 3am I'm out here riding again through the wicked winding streets of my world" ...................................... "Hey Pretty - don't you wanna take a ride with me - through my world" - Poe
Continuing the slow burning process, I dragged the tiny but intense tip across the inside of her arm from her shoulder to wrist, pausing occasionally to let the heat seep into her skin. Supplied with a chain of thin white tubes of fire, I burned errant strands of hair from around her ears and the back of her neck watching them curl in agony as they vaporized before me. I knew she could hear as well as feel the sizzle of the moving ember. As each stick of fire died I ground the spent stub into her flesh and allowed her to swallow the remnant as she methodically lit another.
Eventually able to take no more, she pulled me to the floor and spread her legs in anticipation of more intrusive activities. I lit another cigarette for her, but failed to deliver it to her waiting fingers. The temptation to feast upon warmed flesh basted in her own juices was far too great. It took several more cigarettes to cook and sear the proffered offering to my liking. Captivated by the sound and aroma of her burning hair and mesmerized by the ebb and flow of her reactions to the heat, I perhaps spent more time than necessary for an optimal warming. After scorching a considerable portion of the offered meal, I did eat her - ravenously as she would later note. A very unique taste - charcoal seasoned female flesh. I've learned to like my own cooking.