Here’s a sample from The Interracial Waxplay Adventure, a new story by Debbie Sizemore. This is the entire first chapter, and if you like hot Polynesian interracial sex and magical waxplay, you’ll love this! It’s not mentioned in the official product blurb on Amazon, but at the end there’s a free bonus story which is the prequel to this one. It’s available in Kindle Unlimited as well!
It had been almost a year since Haley became a goddess. She didn’t know that that’s what she was, exactly — she didn’t think she was immortal, for example, though she had no way of knowing — but she thought of herself as a goddess. A bondage-filled sexual encounter had led to her developing sorcerous powers, and she felt like her magic was divine in origin.
She had telekinesis, but a very special, limited kind. She could only control rope. Now that she had practiced, she could make it do almost anything, float, hover, loop in spirals like a lariat, wrap around a person and tie him up. She could do it all.
So she thought of herself as a goddess of rope — a limited purview, to be sure, but since she had come to love bondage, it worked out well for her. She kept this power a secret, of course, because she wasn’t sure what would happen if the world at large found out. She was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to wander the globe, using her powers to fulfill her own sexual needs; somebody would demand she use her magic for their ends. So she never told a soul.
After spending a year learning stage magic, Haley felt ready to take advantage of her power. Stage magic would be helpful, she hoped, because nobody would believe she also had real magic; if anyone saw her telekinating rope, they’d assume it was some sort of trick.
So she took a trip. She didn’t decide where to go until she got to the airport. A part of her had always wanted to see Australia, so when she saw a flight to Brisbane leaving shortly, she ran to the counter to buy a ticket.
“Thank you for choosing WickAir,” said the lady behind the counter as she passed over the ticket. “Enjoy your flight and your time in Australia.”
Haley had never been the kind of woman who did things spontaneously, so when she actually bought the ticket and made it to the plane in time, she was shocked. A glimmer of pride hit her. Haley had always been shy, ever since she was a little girl; becoming a goddess infused her with pride, but she still found it difficult to express sometimes. It was like she was habitually shy, and needed to remind herself not to act that way.
She wondered if she was going to become truly confident. It would be exciting, she thought, to be like a movie character, always knowing what to say, struggling to achieve great things. Haley had never thought she might achieve great things. Until developing magical powers, she was satisfied just to survive, to get along in the hustle and bustle of the modern world.
As she boarded the plane, she still wasn’t sure how to achieve anything great. There was a man in front of her who distracted her, however, and thoughts of doing great things vanished from her mind.
He was hot. He was tall, broad-shouldered and wide-backed, like a football player; he was big enough he had to stoop to get in the plane, and then painfully crane his head to get into first-class. He had a sort of an afro, but with loosely-curled hair that was a very dark brown with an almost ruddy shade to it, rather than black.
“Hello, ma’am, this way please…” A steward took her ticket. Haley followed him to first-class, her heart pounding as she sat in her seat.
The sexy man was in the seat right next to her. His broad features smiled politely at her. He had the aisle; she had the window. She watched his muscles writhe as he put his bag in the overhead compartment.
“Miss?” he said to her. Her heart stopped. Her mind froze. Haley couldn’t think of what to do or say. He had a lilting accent, a singsong way of saying Miss that aroused Haley’s interest. His deep dimples appeared, and he repeated himself. “Miss? Can I put your bag ‘way, miss?”
She blushed and handed over her bag. He put it in the overhead compartment, then motioned for her to take her seat. Haley was a bit disappointed — she had hoped he’d sit down first, because he was big enough that she’d have to virtually crawl over his body to get to her seat by the window.
“Ma name is Malohi,” he said after she sat down and he settled into his own seat next to her.
“I’m Haley,” she said. “Malohi? That’s such a pretty name.”
“Thanks. It’s Tongan,” he said.
Haley didn’t know what Tongan was, but she nodded as though she did. He smiled and told her about his trip to America — he had come to try out for the NFL apparently, but he didn’t make it. He was a professional rugby player back in Tonga, which, Haley gathered, was an island nation somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. He suggested they would be flying over it at some point on the way to Brisbane.
He fell silent when the captain started announcing the take-off. Malohi smiled nervously and whispered, “I hate flying,” he said.
Haley took out her deck of cards. “Lemme distract you,” she said. “I don’t like flying either. Pick a card.”
Malohi smiled. Haley had practiced this trick enough that she didn’t really need to think about it. She shuffled the deck, and felt confidence in her voice for the first time since she had seen Malohi. It helped that he was a great audience; he played along, and he was dutifully impressed when she pulled his card out from the middle of the deck.
“You’re good at that!” he said.
Haley blushed and shrugged. “I’ve been teaching myself magic,” she said. “You don’t believe in magic, do you?”
Malohi looked away from her. His skin was too dark to blush, but Haley got the impression he was blushing just the same. “I… My people believe in, well, not magic ‘xactly… Uh… No. I don’t believe in magic.”
She giggled. “You don’t have to be nervous, Malohi,” she said. “I’m not going to burn you at the stake for witchcraft.”
He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. “Phew… I was worried.”
“They don’t let you light fires on airplanes, after all,” she said with a wry grin. “But when we land, that’s it. It’s burn-time.”
He laughed. “Okay. Well, it’s a long flight, so I’ve got time,” he said. “Maybe you could convince me not to believe in magic anymo’ before we land.” He spoke low, sending a chill up Haley’s spine. He was definitely flirting, she thought. She let her pinkie finger touch his hand on their shared armrest. His forearm was so thick and heavy it was like touching a warm statue as she slowly put her hand on his. The difference in size was incredible — it made her hand look like a little child’s.
“I’m a magician, Malohi, I wouldn’t want to talk you out of believing in magic,” she said.
Uh, hello, folks, this is your captain speaking. We’re now poking right along at a cruising altitude. We’re on schedule to land in Brisbane at eight forty-nine this evening, only two minutes late from our planned arrival time. You are now free to move about the cabin. A steward will be along shortly to take a drink order.
Malohi stood. He stretched his legs, which had to be cramped into his seat, even here in first-class where there was plenty of room. He sighed. “I really hate flying.” His hands were clenched onto the seat as plane ascended.
Haley nodded. “Me too.” This was only her second time on an airplane, and it was her first time in first-class, but she didn’t want to let him know that.
Her heart raced as the plane finally settled. There was a few seconds of turbulence, but then all was smooth sailing. Malohi relaxed only slightly.
By then, Haley had decided she was going to fuck Malohi. What was the point of being a goddess if she didn’t use her powers to get what she wanted? The more she saw his muscles stretch the fabric of his tight t-shirt, his strapping torso cramped in the airplane seat, the more she wanted him right now.
“Malohi…” she said, not quite able to bring herself to say what she wanted. He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled charmingly. He was friendly, so she tried to convince herself that she should be comfortable around him, but that was a struggle against her inner nature. “Malohi… would you like to, uh… go to the bathroom with me?”
He was taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and leaned back in his seat. “Uh…”
Haley blushed. “I mean… not anything gross,” she said. “Not ‘go to the bathroom with me, but do you want to go into the bathroom with me? It’s just a place we won’t be seen. We can do… whatever…”
“Ah, well, that’s much better,” he said. His eyes roved over her body. Haley shuddered with anticipation. Malohi nodded. “It’s gonna be a tight fit.” He flexed all his muscles at once to emphasize his point.
“That’s okay,” she said. “I enjoy a… tight fit.” He smiled back at her, and Haley stood. She had wanted to push overtop him to get through the seats, and now she had the opportunity. She gripped his broad shoulders and humped his body, moving along his lap and caressing his powerful pecs as she went. She smiled at his nervous energy. “Wait five minutes,” she said. “Then meet me in there.”
She walked away. She could feel his eyes on her as she went, and Haley made sure to shake her ass a bit before disappearing into the bathroom.
It smelled clean, not sexy, but at least it didn’t smell like farts, which was what she worried about just seconds before opening the door. It was a tiny closet, barely big enough to fit Malohi by himself, much less with her.
When she heard that great lumbering Polynesian come towards the door, Haley became excited. Her heart raced. She made sure the coil of string in her pocket was still there, so she could tie him up if she needed to (or if she simply wanted to).
Then the door opened and he slipped in. Despite his size, he was graceful and swift. She was cramped in next to his overwhelming bulk, and the heat from his body hit her immediately.
He wrinkled his nose, and pulled two small candles from his pocket. He lit them and put them on the toilet, behind the bowl. He shut the lid and sat on it. He smiled when a coconutty sea scent filled the bathroom.
“I don’t like bad smells, I have a sensitive nose,” he said apologetically. “My family makes these.”
She paused. “The candles?”
“You’re a candlemaker?”
He shrugged. “I’m a professional rugby player. My family makes candles… Rugby doesn’t pay that well, so I work for my family too. But I’m not really a candlemaker, even if… you know, occasionally make a candle.” He showed her the label on the candle. The Royal Halo’ihu Chandlery of Tonga. He smiled. “We’re the royal candlemakers, back in Tonga.”
“That sounds prestigious.”
“It’s not,” he said. He shrugged again. “But whatever, it doesn’t matter. I just wanted to make this place smell nice.” He wrinkled his nose, which was big and broad. Since he was sitting on top of the toilet, his face was within reach. Haley wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
Her hands stroked his chest through his plain white t-shirt, feeling that athletic energy roiling within him as his heartrate sped up. Then in one smooth motion he took his shirt off.
That candle kept attracting her attention. Haley kept her eyes fixed on the flame flickering behind his back, just barely visible to her face because she was in front of him. She saw the light produced by the flame better than she saw the flame itself, but despite that, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
How had her clothes come off? In this tiny space, she thought she shouldn’t have been able to get naked without even noticing, but that was what happened. She only remembered taking her clothes off when she thought about it now that she was naked. He kissed first one tit, then the other, until her nipples were erect in his mouth.
He said something in Tongan then, the singsong, vowel-happy syllables bouncing around in her skull. It was such a sexy language, she thought, both light and airy as well as guttural and machoistic. Before she could ask what he said, he kissed her, and she lost herself in his warmth and the strength of his grip.
His cock stuck straight up, begging for her to sit on it. It was big, but not so huge as to be frightening. It was dark and smooth, and when Haley reached under herself to touch it, it jerked beneath her fingers.
Lowering herself onto him, Haley wrapped her arms around Malohi’s body. When he closed his eyes and moaned, Haley activated her telekinesis.
She brought the rope to her from her pocket on the floor, and quickly tied up her own hands — it was a loose knot she could undo any time even without the use of her powers, but it was enough to feel like she was bounded.
“Whoah, when… how’d you do that?” Malohi asked when he opened his eyes and saw her bound wrist.
“Magic,” she said.
He grinned back. “Wow, you’re bloody good,” he said. “How did you tie a knot that binds both of your hands? What did you use to tie it?”
“I can’t give away my secrets,” she said. “It’s taboo for magicians.”
That made him laugh. “Well, I can’t argue with taboo,” he said. Then he stood, straining in the tiny room. He kept her on his cock, so he supported her entirely with his powerful trunk and arms. He held her in position and she slid even deeper onto his dick.
Haley moaned and squirmed around him, virtually hanging off him with her bound wrists around his neck. Her arms were not that long, so with her crotch lined up with his and her hands around the back of her neck, she was stretched to the limits. Her shoulders ached, and she squeezed her legs tight around his hips.
“You like it kinky, huh?” he said. “If we had more space, I’d tie up your feet too.”
She blushed and nodded, burying her face in his chest. She nibbled on the tattoos marked there, which were primitive, clearly done in some sort of traditional way, not with modern tattoo equipment. They were zigzagging geometric lines that accentuated his bulging muscles, along with a few more modern styled designs, including a bright red flag on his thigh.
“You wanna use the candle?” he asked, his accent light and hopeful. He held up the candle and let a single drop of wax land on his chest. It sizzled there. Haley nodded, and Malohi smiled. He held the candle up, over her body as he ground his cock deeper within her.
An overwhelming burning pain hit her shoulder. She moaned exquisitely and bit her lip as she felt hot wax drip down her body. Her entire body squeezed around his.
The smell of coconut and sea salt hit her, as the wax solidified where it cooled on her skin. A sense of tingling potency began roiling deep within her. Haley had scarcely experienced an orgasm as powerful as this was promising to be, growing stronger and stronger with every thrust of his rugby-toned body.
“Did I burn you too bad? Does it hurt too much?” he asked. He sounded a little worried.
“It hurts just the right amount!” she moaned. “Fuck me harder!” She blushed at the realization that she was being much too loud. If there were any people near the door, they’d have heard her.
He smiled and bucked his hips as another drip of wax hit her skin. It scalded and scorched. Haley threw her head back. She bit her lip to stifle a screaming moan as an orgasm overtook her.
She writhed and contorted around his body, the rope bindings still keeping her from relaxing. Her arms were outstretched and pressed against his stony chest, which was flush with energy as he reached his own orgasm.
Cum flowed within her. It was hot, melting like candlewax, suffusing to every inch of her, especially that tingling spot on her shoulder where the wax had cooled. As she moaned, Malohi trembled with the power of his own orgasm, sending a new wave of wax sloshing over the side of the candle and dripping over her body.
Burning again, Haley orgiastically shook and gripped him tight. Something in her mind snapped then, and she let the rope around her wrist fall to the ground. All she saw was blinding white.
Did I just gain a new power? She thought as she lowered herself to the ground on weak knees, her vision slowly returning. Every motion sent uncontrollable shockwaves through her body, so she couldn’t quite concentrate yet, but she felt sure that she had gained power over wax.
He blew out the flame. For a moment everything seemed to move in slow motion. The hot wax was right in front of her, liquid and melty and warm, sending coconut-auraed energy to her. She felt sure she could control it, she just needed to concentrate.
“Hello? Is everything okay in there?” Somebody knocked on the door. A nervous stewardess’ voice filtered in to the bathroom.
“Uh, yes, miss…” Malohi called out. He smiled, keeping himself subdued as he hurriedly put his clothes on.
Suddenly worried about being caught, Haley forgot about her new power, or her probable new power. Ohmigod, what if I lost the old power? That made her feel sheer terror, as she had become used to her abilities, but she quickly tested it out, wiggling one end of the string in her hands. She smiled, glad that it had worked, put her own clothes on, covering up the wax that had dried to her skin.
Then Malohi opened the door. He smiled charmingly at the stewardess, who blushed when she saw there were two people in the bathroom.
“Sorry, miss,” he said. “I have a medical need that requires my nurse here attend to me in the water closet.” He sounded very confident, and he pushed past the stewardess as though this was entirely expected.
“A… medical need?”
“Yes,” he said, loud enough that other passengers could hear. He pretended to be offended that she would question him. “I have a urethral disorder. In order to empty my bladder of waste-“ Some of the other passengers glanced at him, fleeting disgusted faces disappearing before they could get caught staring.
“Okay, okay,” the stewardess said, blushing. “Just… uh… Okay.”
He smiled, and Haley blushed as she followed him back to the seat. He was a good liar, she thought. Once they were sitting back down, Haley felt safe again.
She concentrated. She couldn’t see the wax that had cooled on her shoulder and back, but it was still palpably warm in the center, and she knew it was there. She closed her eyes.
It moved. The wax peeled away from her skin, leaving that fresh, brand-new skin feeling. She floated the wax out of the sleeve of her shirt and into the palm of her hand.
“That was nice,” he said. “I should fly more often.” He put the remains of the candle back in his carryon bag, then smiled at her. “I’m glad we’re sitting together.”
“Me too,” she said. She put the ball of melted wax in the palm of his hand. “Could you throw that away for me?” The stewardess was coming through the aisle with the drink cart, so Malohi was able to put it in the trash bag attached to the back of the cart.
Malohi hesitated. He looked at the wax, then at Haley. “What? How did you do that? That wax was on your shoulder. Under your shirt,” he whispered. Then he grabbed her shoulder to check for wax. There was none. “How did you do that?”