The Olfactory Experiment

[DarkWarrioress]

What does laughter feel like?

Like rising bubbles until they burst and make you feel fuzzy and lightheaded.

What does nails down your back feel like?

 

[Nina327]

Its electric crackling mixed with a chainsaw's vibration compressed down into lines exploding across the surface of my fucking soul.


What does long hair feel like on your skin? (your hair or someone elses)

 

[DarkWarrioress]

What does long hair feel like on your skin? (your hair or someone elses)

When it's mine? It's irritating. I think that's partly why I keep it short. I can't stand it lingering on my neck or around my ears.
When it's someone else's? Like silk. Sexy. Sleek. Something that makes my heart thump in my chest and my blood gallop. It makes me all tingly in my girlie bits. Drag it across my nipples and watch me writhe. Let it slowly shift down over my belly and feel my skin quiver.

What does cold feel like on your body?

 

[PapaRomantic]

Cold on your body is the enemy of normal. Nipples so hard they are painful. Cocks that disappear into the recesses of your groin. Skin tightens with goose pimples so severe that even the lightest touch offends the senses.

And yet...

When your body goes cold...when the fight goes out of your existence to live...when your eyes close to eternal darkness...only then will you know complete intense peace. (I'm fine, by the way, but had to write this thought down for some reason).

When does too much light become a problem?

 

[Natekins]

When does too much light become a problem?

When it's difficult to see. When the shapes of the person you're looking at become blurred. When you can't tell hip from thigh, shoulder from chest.

Early morning, as the light wakes you up unlike your partner. It's always too much.

Sometimes the light shows every wrinkle, every pore, every imperfection. We should all be comfor table with ourselves, but...sometimes that artistic bead of sweat is too much.

How much does a spank on your ass hurt?

 

[LitShark]

For a moment her face squished itself toward her nose, like she was smelling something so strong it burned- spilled gasoline, rubbing alcohol.

Her brow knit itself together, splitting into a landscape of dimples and creases as though it were trying to invent an alphabet in and of itself.

Then within the same narrow second, her face relaxed itself as smooth as an undisturbed lake. A placid expression of profound acceptance- she had been corrected, and in the bloom of warmth that follows, she is born as something better.

A lesson learned.

A lesson that lessens the weight of her uncertainty, which so often sabotaged every other relationship before Him.

Now she knows better.

She is better.

And she is better equipped to please Him, as her body bares the mark of His hand. His fingerprints embedded in the raw clay of her becoming.

Becoming she was.

::What does burned hair smell like?::

 

[monique_minx]

She slept too close to the candle she'd forgotten to blow out. The acrid smell curled into her nostrils and blew her eyelids wide open. The crackle closer to her ear than she'd ever heard one and the haze filling her vision as her mind tried to make sense of it all while consciousness was still coming into being. The pungent keratin frying like a rotten egg and the heat too close for comfort.

She sat up too fast and ran without thought to douse her hair in the sink while the orange glow flaired and the wax mingled with a metallic chemical that made her nose wrinkle. She panted and stared in the mirror, sopping wet with fried edges to her bangs and the foul odor still stung in the back of her nose.

What does coffee taste like?