Author Topic: Jenny Foshia Center for Excellence in Creative Writing (Read 6760 times)

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Excerpt from Blind Sensations

His note mentioned that the lesson would center on the sense of touch. She had no clue what he had planned, but if it was anything nearly as enjoyable and arousing as the first meeting was then she was in trouble. For the past four nights she had been plagued with erotic dreams. She felt his hands caress each and every curve of her body, his heated breathe as he whispered into her ear all the things he was going to do to her, and with her. She would wake up after having an orgasm in her dream only to realize that it wasn’t only in her dream that she did so.
She pulled up to the front of the house and parked in front of the stairs just like she did the previous visit. She walked up the stairs slowly, her nerves really starting to act up now. Her palms were sweating and her heart was beating in a rapid rhythm. She tried to calm herself down by measured breaths but it didn’t help. She was going to be standing, blindfolded, in front of a stranger, in a teddy for the first time!
She rang the doorbell and waited. She took a glance behind her, knowing she would find no one there but still checking to make sure no one saw her entering the house. The door was opened and she walked through the entryway and into the foyer. The lighting was dimmer than the last time she was here but that was the only difference she noted.
“I was instructed to show you to the same room as last time, Ma’am.” The butler said by way of greeting.
“If you would follow me, please?” he gestured down the hallway. The same hallway she walked down on Saturday.
“Right, um, yes,” she stuttered, and followed him to the last door and walked through, into the room, when he opened the door for her. She looked around the room in utter amazement. It was completely filled with red roses just like the ones he had sent to her on Monday at work. They were in vases around the floor and shelves, petals littered the floor. The fragrance, she was surprised to notice, did not overwhelm as she expected. It was a beautiful, aroma that had a peaceful, calming effect on her and her nerves.
She walked over to the table and took the envelope. She read through the note that told her to leave her coat near the table and to put on her blindfold from the cupboard. She set the note and envelope back onto the table and untied her coat. She looked around as she slowly removed it and allowed it to pool around her feet on the floor. She moved to the cupboard and removed the blindfold that was now engraved with her name in black cursive. For some reason that made her feel special and cherished. Knowing that he, whoever he was, went that extra little step to make this her blindfold told her that he had to care about her, even a little bit.
She walked over and sat in the chair, the same chair she sat in on Saturday. She covered her eyes with the blindfold and tied it at the back of her head.
Samantha inhaled deeply and tried to concentrate on what she could hear, smell, and feel. One thing she remembered from the last lesson was that when you were without your sight, your other senses would become stronger if you allowed them to.
She had been practicing every night. No idea why, but she had been. A part of her wanted to make her teacher proud. She had no idea why that mattered, but it did. She had spent so much time thinking about him; his scent, his touch, his voice. She didn’t know what he looked like, but she didn’t care because the rest of him turned her on so much. His scent caused her breath to quicken, his touch made her heart race, and his voice, well, it sent electric shocks straight to her core causing her juices to dampen her panties.
She sat there waiting and listening with eager anticipation for her lesson to begin. She may have been nervous when she decided to come again tonight; however now that she was here she knew she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
She bowed her head and as soon as she did, she heard him at the door. He opened it slowly and she could sense him, feel him, standing in the doorway, but not entering.
Her heart began to pound in anticipation of his approach. Her palms began to sweat and her breathing began to quicken. She was ready for him; she needed him to come to her like she needed nothing else before.
At last, the door closed and he began to walk toward her. His scent became stronger the closer he got. Only a few more steps and he would be next to her.
Finally she felt his touch. It was feather soft. He used just his fingertips as he stroked her arms, shoulders, and up her neck. His hand stopped at her chin and he cupped it in his warm hands and lifted her face up toward his own.
She felt the heat from his body as he leaned close to her, his breath caressed her skin gently as he whispered against her nape, “I’ve missed you Samantha.” And then he did it, he finally placed his warm, soft lips against her neck in the lightest, yet most sensually arousing kisses she had ever felt.
“I can tell that you have been waiting for this. I can hear it in the catch of your breath. I can feel it in the pulse that is beating at the base of your neck. I can smell your arousal as your scent makes its way up to me. You are enjoying this, aren’t you Samantha?” he asked as he ran his nose against her skin from her collar bone up to her chin, sending shivers of lust and want through her body.
His hand made contact with her legs, starting from the knee and gliding up closer to her center where she was already wet from the attention she was receiving from him.
“I asked you a question Samantha. Are you enjoying this?” he asked in a more stern voice; a voice that could easily make her climax. It was a deep, velvety sound that she could listen to all day, or night, and never tire of hearing.
“Yes, I am,” she finally answered when she found her voice. Her throat was dry from the heavy breathing she was forced to do because of his sensual assault. And she had a feeling that he had only just begun.
“Why don’t we get you a little more comfortable before we begin your lesson,” he said as he held her hand and guided her up to a standing position and led her out of the room. They used the doorway at the far side of the room. It wasn’t the door she used and it wasn’t the same door they used during her last visit.
When she crossed through the door and into the adjoining room, she was assaulted with the warm scent of vanilla. It was an arousing and intoxicating scent. She had always loved vanilla and cinnamon. Now she would never be able to smell vanilla again without bringing back the memories she would be making this night.
They continued walking at a slow, quiet pace until she felt her knees bump into something. As she bent down to touch it with her hand, he said, “That, Samantha, is the bed. You will be lying down for our lesson tonight.”
She quickly turned her head in the direction of his voice in confusion. He must have sensed it because he answered, “Yes, Samantha, lying down. You will be in bed with both hands and both feet cuffed to the posts of the bed. I need you bound for this lesson. It will enhance your sense and awareness of my touch. Do you still wish to continue?”
She stood there pondering her answer. Did she want to continue with the lesson tonight? Or did she want to call it quits and walk away, never to see, hear, or feel him again?
The answer was simple; she had to go through with this. So she nodded her head “Yes” and was rewarded with the gentle touch of his fingers as they slid softly down her cheek.
“Good girl, Samantha. Now, I need you to sit down on the bed and then scoot to the middle.”
She did as he instructed.
“Now I need you to spread your arms and legs so that I may cuff them to the posts.”
Again, she did as he told her to do, extending both arms and both legs.
Her heart, which had only moments ago slowed to a normal pace, quickly picked up speed and was pounding so hard and so loudly that she wouldn’t have been surprised if he could hear it.
He took her left arm firmly in his grasp and wrapped a soft ribbon around it before pulling it until it was fully extended. Once he had the arm secured he worked his way to the next arm before getting to the feet.
Once all of her limbs were securely bound she heard him step away from the bed. He was correct when he said, during her first visit, that having the blindfold would enhance everything. Her other senses picked up the slack of her sight and allowed her to be fully aware of the surroundings; where he was, what she could feel, what she was hearing and smelling. It was all more visible to her even though she couldn’t actually see any of it.
“I need you to do something for me Samantha. Do you think you could?” She heard him ask in that deep, hypnotic voice of his that she loved to hear.
She nodded her head “Yes” for him.
“No no Samantha,” he said as she heard him walking toward her again. “I need to hear what you say. You need to speak for me.”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Good girl. Now, I need you to remember a couple of things. The first thing: you will voice all of your thoughts and feelings during this lesson. Can you do that?”
“I will try,” she said quietly.
“Good, good. The second thing is: I need you to remember that I will not hurt you, ever. My only goal is to awaken your senses and provide you with so much pleasure that you cannot even begin to imagine. I need you to trust me on that. Can you do that for me Samantha?”
“Yes, I can,” she responded.
“Now, I will use a variety of things in this lesson. Remember, this lesson is about touch. You will describe to me exactly how each touch makes you feel or think.”
He was explaining this to her as he circled the bed. She heard him at the foot, then at the head of the bed. She could only assume that the bed she was bound to was in the center of the room, giving him access to every single part of her body.
The bed dipped on her right side and she felt his fingers on her arm. It was only the lightest of touches, but sent sparks soaring through her like nothing she had ever felt before.
“Are you ready to begin Samantha?” He asked.
“Yes, I am ready.”
“Good,” he said and he left the bed. Seconds passed before he was back and she felt something warm being poured down her chest.
“What do you feel Samantha?” He asked her.
“I feel warm, scented liquid.”
“How does that make you feel Samantha?”
She slowed her breathing to gain control of her voice. “I feel a tingling sensation between my legs,” she answered him.
“Is this something that causes you pleasure Samantha?”
“Yes, I feel pleasure.”
While the liquid was still warm on her chest, he used his fingers to spread it to her shoulders and up her neck, covering the upper part of her body in the heat.
She then felt the liquid being poured onto her legs near her center, which only heightened the throbbing that had begun when it was poured onto her chest.
“Are you feeling more pleasure now Samantha?” He asked her as his hands massaged the heated substance into her legs brushing his thumbs near her core.
Her breath hitched in anticipation, wanting and needing him to touch her more firmly, more deliberately.
“Yes,” she breathed out as her lower abdominal muscles contracted along with the muscles in her ****.
“I can smell you, Samantha. You want more, don’t you?” He asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
As soon as she answered him, he removed his hands, leaving her bereft of his touch.
He must have sensed her frustration because, he said, “The night is young Samantha, and I have so much more I want to share with you.”
Even without his hands her body was left in a state of near climax. She had never been so close to having an orgasm before with mere touching. As a matter of fact, the only orgasms she had ever had were during actual intercourse or manual stimulation. She was never left so close during foreplay. Her head was light and her core was heavy with the need to release.
She was overwhelmed with all the emotions that were being triggered by all the things she was experiencing; she could hear him breathing and she could smell his spicy cologne. He wasn’t touching her, yet, but she could still feel his hands on her body.
She jumped a little when she felt something touch the sole of her foot. It was soft and silky feeling. It tickled as much as it soothed. The lightness of whatever it was stimulated her senses as it traveled along her foot to the inside of her leg, up her thighs and circled her core. She not only felt, but also heard it glide along her skin on its journey, igniting a wave of heat in its path.
“How are you feeling now Samantha?” He asked her.
“I…feel…hot. The touch is making me feel as if I am burning up from the inside,” she replied breathlessly.
“Do you want me to continue?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered her answer through the intense pleasure she was receiving from whatever it was that was making contact with her and leaving such an imprint on her skin.
He continued to trail the object upward, circling each breast and then traveling to her chin. He guided the soft item, which must be a rose judging from its scent, around her face and to the nape of her neck. He drew little circles from one ear, around her chin, and to the other ear, teasing her. The entire experience of having that rose journey up her body and over each contour sensitized her skin. She found it almost unbearable to breathe, drawing in shallow, rapid breaths. Her heart was pounding and sweat was beginning to bead across her forehead and drip down the sides of her temples.
“You are hot for more, aren’t you Samantha? You are wanting more, needing more, craving more,” he said.
Barely whispering from her intense state arousal she said, “Yes.”
“That is what I want from you, Samantha. I want you to be left with that craving; the intense desire for more. That feeling will only increase your pleasure you receive when the time comes for me to give you exactly what your body is telling me it needs,” he told her.
He leaned closer to her ear and quietly said, “When you are ready; when you are fully prepared, I will give you exactly what you want. I will bring you to the height of passion over and over again with my hands and my lips. I will kiss, suck, and caress each and every inch of your luscious body. And then, when you are at that peak, I will drive into you and send you soaring over the edge.”
Oh God! She was ready to cum from just his words! How could she possibly be so close to that edge without any other stimulation other than his touch and words? She was hungry for more of everything for him and she was having difficulty digesting that fact. She didn’t even know him, but somehow he knew her, the part of her that even she didn’t know yet. He knew what her body needed and wanted, he knew how to awaken her senses. He knew how to play her body like an instrument, how to strum her to make her body sing for him, and she didn’t even know what he looked like. She only knew how he made her feel: incredible!
Which was the point of this lesson, she guessed. It was about the sense of touch. And with the simple and sensual touches in just the right places, he was able to take her to heights she had never been before.
“Our time is nearing its end for this night, dear Samantha. Are you ready to go?” He asked her.
How should she answer? Her feelings were mixed. Part of her wanted to get the hell out of there and go home where she could safely hide within the walls of her home and keep all of her secrets. Another part of her never wanted to leave; she wanted to stay and continue to explore the sense of touch.
He chuckled a little. “I can see from the expressions crossing your beautiful face that you do not know what you want to do. Dear Samantha, this is not our last lesson. We have combined two in one tonight. You learned how touch and smell can magnify the joy and bliss your magnificent body experiences. Last lesson you learned the importance of taste. Our last lesson will focus on your sense of sound.”
She had no idea how sound could add to any sexual gratification but she desperately wanted and needed to learn how. Before beginning the lessons she never would have thought that the taste of certain foods, specific smells, and the briefest of touches could be so arousing. She was willing to broaden her experience.
“I am going to free your hands and feet and help guide you back into the main room. When you hear the door close you may put away your blindfold and then put your coat on over that marvelous ensemble that hugs your body like a glove,” he said as he began to free her limbs one at a time. “You have no idea the impact seeing you in that has on me Samantha. Did you know men are visual creatures? When I saw you drop your coat I about lost it. Your body is a masterpiece Samantha. Don’t ever forget that.”
Oh God! Did he really have to tell her all of that? Hearing how she could cause him to feel that way just by seeing her excited her and made her feel powerful as a woman.
Once he was finished uncuffing her legs and feet he lifted her hand and helped her to sit up.
“Take it slowly Samantha. We will take our time walking back; give your legs and feet time to adjust to standing after being bound for so long,” he spoke kindly to her as they walked back to the room where she always waited for him.
“That a girl Samantha. Okay, we are near the chair. Go ahead and take a seat.”
He lifted her hand to his mouth and with his soft, warm lips; he pressed a kiss on her palm.
“Good night, my sweet Samantha. I will be in touch with you soon to let you know the plans for our last lesson. Until then remember how important your senses are and the impact they have on your body when in moments of passion.”
“Good night,” she said to him as he walked away. She could sense him pause at the door before it closed behind him.
She untied the blindfold and waited a few minutes for her eyes to adjust to the light.
She looked around, noting that everything was left exactly as it had been when she arrived. The only change was that her coat and purse were now atop the table instead of on the floor. The entire room was still covered with roses; petals on the floor, vases along the walls, stems on the table.
She stood up and walked over to the cupboard, placed the blindfold inside, and then grabbed her coat off the table. She tied the belt around her waist, picked up her purse and walked to the door.
When she opened it, before leaving the room, she took one last look inside. The room was absolutely beautiful. It was every girl’s fantasy to walk into a room like this and be welcomed with such an array of roses. She smiled at that and walked through the doorway, pulling the door closed behind her.
When she got to the front door the butler was waiting there for her. He nodded in her direction as he opened the door and she smiled back in response.
She sat down behind the wheel of her car and allowed herself time to relax before starting the engine and pulling away.
The entire drive home, she relived the entire experience which caused her to become aroused all over again. She was definitely going to need to use her toys for relief tonight.

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