Caught
She had always liked fire, as long as she could remember. Even when she was a young girl she had been fascinated with fires and enjoyed burning the trash as a household chore. As she got older she experimented more with fire and learned what kinds of fire were most exciting for her. By the time she was in college she knew that playing with fire or lighting fires increased her sexual excitement. She also found out that being honest about this with her boyfriends tended to freak them out. So she kept this knowledge to herself and found small ways of enhancing her sexual pleasure with fire. She rented an apartment with a fireplace and would make love in front of a fire. Sometimes she would masturbate with a lit candle when she was alone. She would light several candles in the room before having sex with her boyfriend as a private method of foreplay. Imagining the feel of the candle flames licking her breasts, nipples, ass, thighs, or even her clit would arouse her very quickly, and the boyfriend didn’t seem to connect their more intense sexual sessions with the nearby presence of fire in some form.
But her favorite method of fire play was using her gas stove. It made cooking much more pleasurable when she could light the burners and watch the hot blue flame spring into existence and feel the instant heat when she held her hand or other parts of her body above the flame. Because the stove had a good pilot light, she didn’t even need to use matches or a lighter to light the burners, and could keep both hands free. It was almost a daily ritual for her to light one of the front burners while she was leaning over the stove, sending a wave of instant heat blooming against the front of her shirt. Often she would take off her shirt before lighting the burner to let the heat wash against her naked skin. This invariably made her nipples hard with a mixture of sexual excitement and pain. Sometimes she would lean close over the burner before lighting it, with her breast no more than an inch above the metal grid. When the gas ignited it would briefly engulf her breast in a cloud of blue flame and there would be a second of growing heat and sexual arousal before the pain registered with her nerves.
She grew to look forward to starting her day being sexually aroused by the flames from her stove. Eventually she began experimenting with more intense fire play using her stove for more risky forms of arousal. This included dressing in loose cotton robes or gowns she got second-hand from the Goodwill store and letting the flowing sleeves dangle into the hot blue gas flame and catch the sleeve alight. She also would lean over the burner and let the gas flame lick against the front of her robe till the cloth caught fire, then would straighten up and let it burn for a few seconds before she put the fire out. Usually she would masturbate while the flame licked her and it didn’t take her long to reach orgasm with the flame to help excite her. Of course, these flirtations with fire sometimes left scars, and there were burn marks on the underside of her breasts, her nipples, and stomach from all this fire play. She would let them heal, then would play some more with the stove burners. A few times she played a more dangerous game by leaning back against the stove and turning on the burner. The first few time she did this she was careful to pull her long dark hair forward so that it wouldn’t catch and she could feel the gas flame against the small of her back. She would fantasize about letting the fire catch on her clothing and not seeing it till it was halfway up her back, and she would quickly masturbate to orgasm. But one day she decided to leave her hair hanging down her back. With her hands trembling from excitement and anticipation, she leaned backwards over the stove, reached between her legs to press against her clit with the heel of her hand, and twisted the knob to light the burner. She heard the familiar soft whoosh as the gas ignited but did not feel the equally familiar heat of the flame through the fabric of her thin robe. So she stayed in place for another couple of seconds. Suddenly she felt intense heat on her shoulders and neck and at the same time smelled the sharp odor of burning hair. She immediately reached an intense orgasm and stiffened, pressing her hand to her now-wet center and letting the flames rise even higher through her hair. She could feel gentle tugging on her scalp as her hair burned and curled, then sudden sharp pain from her burning ears brought her back to reality. Quickly she reached for a towel and covered her burning head, putting out the fire. Still shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm, she examined herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was now only a few inches long and she was burned and blistered at the base of her neck. As she dressed her wounds and trimmed her hair, she vowed to be more careful in the future and not let her desire for fire get out of control. She had been lucky she could have been seriously burned or maimed. She would be more careful in the future, but she would not stop playing with fire, especially her lovely gas stove.
That had been two years ago, and now she had a steady boyfriend and a steady job. She found that when she was having sex more often, she had less of a tendency to let her fire play become dangerous. She still liked her gas stove, still enjoyed lighting the burners and letting the flames cup around her breasts as she leaned over the stove, but she was less often interested in lighting her clothes or hair on fire. Partly this was because she was afraid of getting caught, and burned hair would be very noticeable. But she also thought it was because she had less need for fire as a sexual stimulant when she was having regular sex. Even so, she kept her cache of lighters and matches locked away and would play with them sometimes when she was by herself. She had never told her boyfriend about her fire fetish, though he had noticed the scars on her body. When asked about them, she had made up a story about being burned when she was a child. That story satisfied his curiosity and also explained why she might act a little weird around fires. She wanted to tell him and share this part of her sexual life with him, but she was afraid of his rejection, so she kept things to herself. Recently, they had been having some problems both of them were more irritable with each other and there was a sense of things hidden. Consequently, she had been turning more frequently to fire play to relieve the tension, and she was hiding this more often from him.
Thursday morning and she was up early getting ready for work. She was feeling sad because she could foresee the end of her relationship with her boyfriend. In an effort to distract herself from these feelings, she decided to play with the gas stove that morning, which she hadn’t done in a while. She found one of her old loose cotton dresses from the Goodwill and put it on, noticing the scorch marks on the front and the burned edges of the hem where she had lit it on fire one night with a candle. She left the front of the dress unbuttoned, exposing her firm breasts. Pulling her hair back, she leaned over the stove and lit the front burner with a flick of her wrist. The sting of the igniting propane was at once familiar, relaxing, and exciting. As she swung her breasts back and forth over the high blue gas flame, she was rapidly becoming aroused and began pressing her hips against the stove. Just as the edges of her open dress caught fire, and she was nearing orgasm, the front door opened and her boyfriend came into her apartment. She turned, the front of her dress still alight, and he turned to see her in the kitchen. She slapped at the flames but she was caught. The burner was still on, and even a moron could see that she had been playing with the burners and setting fire to her clothes. She turned the burner off and turned away from him, trying to hide the partly burned dress. But he was there and turning her around. His eyes took in her breasts, jutting through the burned edges of her cotton dress with nipples erect, the burned and frayed hem of the dress. Without a word, he unbelted the dress and spread it open, then lifted her up and set her down on the other front burner of the stove. His hands shaking with excitement, he pulled his pants down exposing his insistent erection. She spread her legs and he pushed against her as she sat on the burner, entering her wet center easily. They rocked back and forth together, making love on the stove, and she reached her orgasm a few seconds after he did, stimulated by the feel of him coming inside her. When she began spasming with release, he reached down and turned the knob. The gas built up under her dress and did not ignite for several seconds because her dress kept the surrounding air from mixing with the propane and igniting. Then the mixture of gas and air reached the pilot light and it ignited with a soft roar, sending a cloud of blue flame out around the sides of her dress and burning her butt as she sat on the stove. The feeling and sight of the gas igniting sent her into another wave of orgasm, but she had to get off the stove. Pushing him back, she jumped down and began slapping at the flames that licked up from the burning butt of her dress. She quickly put out the fire on her dress and stood facing him. She had been exposed. But instead of being freaked out, he had been aroused and even lit the burner for her as she reached orgasm.
They both spoke at once, saying “Why didn’t you tell me?” Their relationship had suddenly taken a different turn.
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