Love Blind
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I could visualise the crumpled bed sheets showing signs of the previous client; screwed up tissues and discarded condom wrappers lying on the floor. I ran my fingers over the satin sheets, imagining the raw sexual emotions that had come together, within. Smoke, from the numerous cigarette butts in the ashtray, still hung in the air and hidden behind it, there was yet another scent. I knew it well as I had smelt it so often before. Even though the natural smells of the aroused woman were subtle, I was still able to separate the two. I bent closer to the bed to catch the remaining beads of sexual fragrance. Closing my eyes, the fine hairs in my nostrils captured the fine particles of moisture.
As a masseuse, I came close to many men and women and I would often use my knowledge to stimulate the erogenous zones subtlety, so releasing the natural aroma of sex. I would lose myself in the heady smell, as my hands would continue to work on the softest of skins and tenseness of muscles. Many times, I yearned to use my lips and tongue but had to resist the temptation. My sexual and emotional needs were suffocating me. In short, they were controlling my life and to try to relieve those frustrations I resorted to masturbating several times a day. Very often, I would leave work, hot and horny as hell. At home, my fingers would then be a substitute for the loving touch of a velvet tongue, licking and probing at my pussy. As I rubbed at my engorged clit, I became lost as my mind created visions of a sensuous woman with a perfect figure. Her face pixilated out like people on the T.V, who did not wish to be identified. I would be so highly aroused that it did not take long before I toppled over the edge, moaning as the eventual build up of tension finally dispersed.
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A sudden draft of cold air brought me back to the present. The sound of a toilet flushing sounded faintly from down the hall and, then, high-pitched squeals of laughter. I became aware of a slight change in the air and very slowly, I turned my head towards where I instinctively knew there now stood someone or something. Although I could not see, I did notice the charge of electricity that caused the fine hairs on my arms to stand on end. I had never felt such a strong reaction to anything or anyone. The feelings intensified when a voice broke the silence.
"What can I do for you?" The tone was far from friendly despite being feminine. I heard a movement and a click and I guessed that she had moved inside the room, shutting out the noise from the corridor, as she did so. All of a sudden I felt afraid, but of what I did not know. Here I stood, alone and vulnerable in a room of unfamiliarity, and the power of my feelings, some of which, I could not understand. It made for a cocktail of lethal emotions. I could not be sure if she knew that I was unable to see her. I strained to catch the slightest of sounds; the softest of breaths, the lightest of footfalls but there was nothing but her scent. Through this alone, I could build up a unique picture of her in my mind of which I would always remember.
Standing there, I experienced a sexual thrill that I had never been able to produce with imagination. I did not feel afraid of the delectable form before me but of the unknown. It was the thought of what may happen in the next few minutes. Although I felt somewhat turned on by this woman, it was obvious that she was not too happy to see me there in her room. I longed to be on my way back to the sanctuary of my flat, to settle on my single bed, under the duvet with my thoughts and middle finger for company. I moved closer to where I knew the door lay, my heart beating fast. I hoped that this woman's sense of smell did not surpass my own. To me, the air dripped with the scent of passion and fear.
I was startled by a rough hand in my hair, forcing my head back. I could feel a soft warm breath on my cheek as she moved her lips just millimetres from my own. Through the strength of her grip, I knew that her anger had been taken place by passion and desire. Whilst she teased me with her lips, her other hand came to rest just below my breast. My nipples hardened with expectation of her touch and I almost thrust myself further into her grasp. What was I doing? It was only a minute ago I had been scared and quite rightly so! I was at the mercy of a strange but strong woman. Would she treat me well, or did she not care for my well being, only seeking gratification for her self?
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