I'm just trying to make sure the man has his fun now and then, being wrapped rated a 3 on his interest evaluation. I just had to add a few elements to the whole thing.

Did you know he is almost temperature play phobic? I mean he is just hypersensitive to temperature variations. Imagine him all wrapped up watching me play with a lighter and candle.

"Do you think you can handle this with all that plastic?" I ask. I watch his face and eyes carefully, this, is my joy in scenes like this.

Placing a cold plate on top of his chest, I tear some saran wrap and put in on the plate.

"Wait let's make sure the saran wrap won't combust before you answer." I say oh so faux casually, while smiling at him while dripping the wax.

"Looks safe enough, now, do you think you can handle it?" *raises brows and waits for it, his reluctance, his fear and finally his acquiescence* That is beautiful to me. It moves me and excites me.

My hand is steady. I'm very safely conscious like all Girl Scouts, Rabbit 1.

As for peeing Katmandu? That is an interesting area to me. It's come up too many times IMO with us. That is what towels are for. *grr* I sometime think of it as a fear that stops us from getting to where we want to go, you know (?), mostly with strap on sex. It frustrates me. Almost as much as not having someone do these same sort of things to me.

Fury