Fire is calling my name

“Fire is calling my name. It is whispering words of encouragement, sweet things. It wants out, for me to fan the heat until it’s a vortex that can’t and won’t be stopped.”
~ Alexandra Bracken

I have always wanted to have a home with an open fire. When I was house hunting at the beginning of the year an open fireplace was on my list of things I wanted. In the end it wasn’t to be. I am OK with that because I LOVE the house I bought and really lighting one on a regularly basis is not exactly environmentally friendly but sometimes I have to indulge my fire love and lust which was why when I saw this lattice work fire pit in Dunelm’s sale for £24.99 reduced for £99.00 I snapped it up. It even came with a fake fire in it as it had been the display model. That soon went and was replaced with the real crackling, sparking hot deal.

I am fairly sure my love of fire, especially open fires and bonfires, goes right back to my childhood. Laying on the floor in front of the fireplace at my Grandparents house, watching the flames dance in the heart and feeling the heat on my face while I read or watched TV. I felt safe and happy. An open fire always lures me in, there is something calming about them, the light and sound, that I find relaxing. A bit like candles they feel romantic and sensual.

An open fire makes want to reach for blankets and cushions and snuggles up with someone, skin on skin and watch the flames dance. As we get warm and the blankets slip away we can feel the heat of the fire caressing our bare skin as we explore the each other. The only light guiding us creating by the glowing fire that leaves and breaths in the room with us.

I have never done fire play, candles and wax yes but actual fire no. I saw a fire demonstration once and found it captivating. I would love to try it one day but I don’t know anyone who does it and it is definitely not a kink play you launch into without lots of research and training. If anyone knows a fire play expert in the UK who would be up for indulging my curiosities then let me know. I have also always been fascinated with the idea of running over a bed of hot coals. Again it is not something I have ever had the opportunity to do or even watch but I have read a few accounts of people doing it and it sounds exhilarating. Maybe one day.

Fires are mesmerising. The way they behave, moving and growing, feeding on it’s fuel. Open fires, bonfires, a firepit. I am all about them. They make me happy and horny. They speak to my most primal self, they are magical, exciting, raw. They dance and twist and lure. They feast and consume. They are the light that makes the dark darker. They are danger. It lives and breaths and demands respect and I think it is that elemental nature of fire that gets my own fires burning.