Red Hot Letters to My Husband(6)

Chapter Four



Hot and Bothered



A few weeks later, I sat down to write my next letter. Since I’d used Tom’s crystal wine glasses last time it meant my crystal candle holders were up next. This was certainly expanding our sexual horizon. I’d never played with candles before and wasn’t too sure what to do so I looked up the internet. I felt a bit hesitant after that because I was not into pain. The soy massage oils sounded okay but not terribly adventurous. Since I wanted the night to be perfect I went out to the shops and bought some candles so that I could experiment, remembering not to get beeswax because it burnt so hot. After that, I was finally ready.



Dear Tom

I’m feeling hot and I want to get hotter.

Do you know how much I love candles? They add an air of romance and mystery. When combined with aromatherapy, they can enhance a mood. They can be used to drip hot wax on a body and make you burn.

Can you make me burn for you?

I want you to tie me down so I can’t escape your attention.

I’ll have a soy candle container next to the bed. The wax will be hot and runny. Slowly pour it over my breasts and massage it in. My breasts are tingling at the thought of it.

Besides the container, will be a pillar candle. Its wax is hotter. I want you to drip it on me. I’ll leave the pattern up to you. It could be my back, my boobs, my thighs. Wherever you think might bring me pleasure. And it will be pleasure, heightened with a twist of pain.

How hot can you make me?

Love Sherry



On Friday evening, I prepared our bedroom for our candle experiment. I went for crisp white sheets this time with red soy candles dotted around the room for ambience. For safety, I also had some ice, wet towels and a bowl of water nearby.

I was feeling a little nervous. I wasn’t really into pain but my research into this form of submission had intrigued me and I was feeling excited as well.

I wasn’t sure how Tom was going to respond either. He was a gentle soul. He didn’t like to hurt anything. He wouldn’t even kill a spider. If he found one in the house, he would collect it in a container and take it outdoors. Knowing he was going to be hesitant, I’d thrown him a bit of a challenge in the letter. Now it was time to see where that challenge would take us.

I inhaled deeply. The room was redolent with the scents of vanilla, cinnamon, ginger and lime. The vanilla helped to calm and centre me while the other aromas would come in handy later. They were a special blend that I’d recently created to promote desire, heat and communication.

I felt a moment of guilt as I lit the paraffin candle on the bedside table. Trish would be incensed. She was our resident candlemaker and only used natural products like soy and beeswax. While I was intending to use Balaflame’s soy massage candle to start, I’d found the paraffin candle provided the perfect heat for what was to follow.

I heard the front door open and my heart began to race. I wasn’t sure whether it was anticipation or fear.

Tom appeared in the doorway. He’d already managed to take off his tie and shirt and I admired the broad plane of his chest with its smattering of dark hairs highlighted with occasional silver.

“Are you ready to get hot?” Tom asked.

“Yes.” My voice was a bit squeaky with uncertainty.

“Take off your robe and lie on the bed.”

The robe slithered to the floor and I climbed on the bed. By the time I was there, Tom had removed his pants to reveal a growing erection. His grey eyes were smoky with desire. It looked like he was on board with the evening’s entertainment.

“Put your hands above your head.”

Tom straddled my chest and reached for one of the scarves I’d left on the bedside table. Threading it through the bedhead, he tied first one wrist then the other. It allowed me some movement while keeping me restrained.

His cock was now fully erect and the hard length of it was an enticing temptation. Raising my head I swiped my tongue along the purpled crown of his erection.

Tom hummed his appreciation before he slid back to my hips. “Cheeky woman. I’m in control here.”

I grinned up at him. “It was too good to resist.”

“Hmmm.” Tom leant down for a heated kiss.

Rising up, he looked over at the bedside table where the container candle and pillar candle waited. He reached over and picked up the container and raised it above my left breast.

My heart thudded in nervousness. I’d experimented on my hand and inner forearm. The hot splash had been a surprise but bearable. Now, the thought of that burn on my nipples was terrifying.

I tensed as he slowly tipped the container. A stream of wax ran onto my nipple and over my breast.

A trail of fire followed its path. Followed by a blaze of pleasure.