Lighting the candle, I allow it to burn for a few moments.  I’m sure that the suspense and uncertainty must be playing with Kozzy’s mind, that she will will be toying with the awareness that she does not know what will happen next, while at the same time she knows that we talked about exploring various toys.  So, perhaps she wil be expecting something along that vein.  Yet she is compelled to lie there, unable to move and see what, if anything is happening, while nothing is being done to her except that she is forced to wait.<br/><br/>Looking at her she is a total vision of beauty, her body highlighted by the oil.  Her lips are parted, her breasts firm, her nipples firmly erect straining from her body, her chest is flushed, her thighs splayed, her vulva swollen and spread, her clitoris firmly erect with the hood fully retracted, moisture seeps and spreads from her vagina and her scent mixes and mingles with her delicate perfume and the aroma from the candles. Everything about her portrays a woman who is highly aroused, craving release and I now realize that I don’t even know if she has multiple orgasms or not.  If her body is pushing for that big release or if she will want several, slowly building till her body becomes so sensitized that she must close into herself to allow the nerve endings a chance to relax.<br/><br/>By now, the candle is burning well, and a pool of hot molten wax has formed around the wick.  Holding the candle high so that the wax will cool slightly as it tumbles down, I tilt it and allow a drop to spill over the edge towards it target.<br/><br/>Damn!  I missed.  Well, I had read that accuracy was difficult, and at the height I’m holding the candle, it is hard to get everything lined up.  Now to try again.  Another drop beads on the lip of the well at the tip of the candle, pools before gathering sufficient mass to break away, and tumbles in a big drop to land in the hollow of her elbow.<br/>