There he was, the poor chap, tied to floor and all, with a bag hovering above his scrotum. He didn’t know it (he was a man after all), but there was a bowling ball inside that bag. The bag was attached to a rope that went all the way up to the ceiling, through a ring and down to the floor again. Again, he didn’t know that a candle was about to burn through the rope that would send this huge ball crashing down. The rest – including his scrotum – is history. That’s just one example of, what I would call, candle-fun. But there’s much more to enjoy, of course. Stuffing a burning candle up your ass for example. So you’ll end up with a fire in your hole. Quite lovely. Or one in your mouth; that’ll shut you up for a while. Covering your bare skin with candle wax is also quite a treat. In short: candles are the light of my life.