Unseen - Sensory Deprivation

She stood in the pitch black room. No light entered and it felt as though there was no beginning and no end. A room with no boundaries. The air was body temperature and beneath her feet was a spongy surface, so soft to touch it may have been covered in velvet. Her ears were straining to hear a sound, any sound, but nothing could be heard. The room was a sensory deprivation chamber. She wore a silk wrap tied at her waist which gently caressed her legs. She had lost all concept of time and had no clue as to how long she had been standing there.

She heard a click as the door opened and then closed, as quietly as possible. All of her senses were primed and she felt his presence as he entered the room. The first thing she noticed was his confidence, self-assured without being overbearing or cocky, there was a gentleness in the air as though this was his sacred space a she a divine goddess. Immediately the excitement in her body grew, this was going to be an experience like she has never had before.

She could not hear footsteps and had no idea where he might be in the room. She wasn’t quite sure if her senses were tricking her, but she could smell rain. She was caught up in this smell, like a hot dry day experiencing a refreshing shower. Suddenly there was a breath on the back of her neck. How did he know where she was standing? Was she breathing heavy or was he attuned to her energy field. The breath sent a shiver of anticipation down her body. Already she was longing for his touch. She put her hand back and he was not there. She had no sense of where he might be. Suddenly there was a tug at her waist and the wrap she was wearing fell to the ground. She was about to burst with anticipation. This was already a sensual experience that could not be compared. A touch again. This time on her left nipple, a soft breeze, fleeting and sensual. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her.

He moved his finger ever so lightly across her abdomen and her body immediately responded. A butterfly touch which filled her with desire. She restrained herself from reaching out, he was obviously savouring the experience and creating an energy between them. Her thoughts were consumed with what might come next. Something brushed her right nipple which made her gasp, was it his lips? She couldn’t be sure. Straight after a feather light touch from the base of her spine all the way to the top of her neck. Now the experience is verging on torture. The pressure building inside her body was just about to boil over ¬– when he kissed the right side of her neck. At the same time his hands reached from behind and cupped her breasts, gently caressing them and squeezing her nipples between his fingers. Her head to one side, fell back to rest on his shoulder, her back arched with pleasure and her knees bent slightly.

She couldn’t take anymore and reached her hand around to cup his head. His hair was short and wavy, soft and luxurious, as she gently pulled on it. She felt his breath heave with pleasure. His lips found hers and she exploded in ecstasy. She turned to him, as his body wrapped around hers. She was not willing to utter a sound, in case the spell would be broken. He took her to the floor and touched every part of her body with his lips and tongue. Slowly. Sensually. The ecstasy consumed her and she thought she may lose consciousness. As this thought entered her mind, he gently moved her thighs apart. His tongue knew exactly what she would respond to. He was a Tantric Master and she felt every cell in her body light up. She convulsed with pleasure, over and over and over again. Not once did he demand anything of her, this was all about pleasuring her. His selflessness was something she had always dreamed of and no other lover ever came close.

With one last thrust, he withdrew and before she knew what was happening the door clicked and he was gone.