The Olfactory Experiment

[monique_minx]

The object of this little experiment is to use the prompt to describe something ordinarily difficult to describe and then give the next person something to continue the game with.

The rules:
1. The prompt has to be something to do with the senses (something one sees, hears, smells, touches or tastes).
2. It can be described however you like it - clinically, from a character's point of view, as a metaphor or simile etc.
3. Your description must be easily inserted into a story, we're not looking for dictionary definitions so don't be boring!
4. Challenge us! Because I will challenge you, be creative.

My example:

Describe the smell of bacon

It was warm, smoky and rich. It made her nostrils flare and her mouth water. It smelled of home and hearth and the comfort that lay therein. It brought bright sunny Sunday mornings around the dining table with her father humming as he cooked up a breakfast feast to mind, immediately.


My prompt for the next person:

Describe how water sounds

 

[The_gladiator]

Describe how water sounds…


Endless, ever pounding. You could feel it’s power in each rolling breaker. The sound was never quite the same when you were farther away, but when you stood among those waves, could hear the almost thump of the wave starting then the rolling roar as the wave rolled in. There was nothing like it. The sound had weight, and movement to it. It was like just hearing it you could imagine the feel of the wave as you body surfed in it or stood against the tide. Water had many sounds but this more than most was the sound he truly missed, recordings could never do it justice.

Describe the feel of the soft skin of the inner thigh of a woman.

 

[Nina327]

Describe the soft skin of a woman's inner thigh:

A woman's inner thigh feels like temptation. It's a part of the journey and a destination all on its own. It's as silky as an angora rabbit, and if you're lucky, parts of it are wet or will be soon. That delicate skin begs your lips to kiss it, your fingers to dig in, and a place to sink in your teeth so you can focus while your nose is filled with the scent of... her. If youre even more lucky you can feel her thighs tremble; dancing that sweet silk on your tongue.

Describe what a magnolia blossom smells like.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Describe what a magnolia blossom smells like.

She inhaled deeply, letting the scent of the magnolia blooms fill her lungs. It smelt rich. Deep. And filled her with a sense of relaxation and calm. It made her lips turn up in a soft smile as she continued to breathe in deeply and ever slowly exhale. In that moment she was filled with a sense of hope and calm.

Describe the taste of vanilla.

 

[PapaRomantic]

Describe the taste of vanilla.

The cold, gray, damp journey through the Forest of Giant Trees was a test of endurance. One simply did not start out on the journey. You worked, and learned from others, what it would take to complete the journey. You knew you'd live for at least two weeks before seeing anything but gray, and feeling anything but the cold, wet tightness of the desolate and colorless journey.

But you plodded on, because the reward at the end had been promised to be worth the effort by those who had experienced it.

And then you looked up, and there it was - the opening that meant the end of your journey was nearing completion. With renewed energy, your moved forward, until you finally arrived. One more step....

Suddenly the cold, damp, gray disappeared, and was replaced with a warm, bright, colorful landscape. Nirvana...vanilla-flavored in all it's richness!

(I might have gotten carried away...sorry!)


Describe the sound of "blue."

 

[Nina327]

(I might have gotten carried away...sorry!)

No worries. We're all a bit eccentric around here.

Describe the sound of "blue."

Well isnt that gonna be .... something.

 

[monique_minx]

No worries. We're all a bit eccentric around here.

Well isnt that gonna be .... something.

I may have a crack at that, only thing I could think of was 'blue noise' though

 

[Nina327]

I may have a crack at that, only thing I could think of was 'blue noise' though

... yeah.

I thought of it two ways.
The echolalia version where you can feel the word as you repeat it or the way a frozen blue lake echoes and cracks...

 

[PapaRomantic]

I may have a crack at that, only thing I could think of was 'blue noise' though

I have ideas, if nobody else wants to tackle it. They may not be good ideas, but I do feel responsible for it.

 

[monique_minx]

I kind of want to see how you play this out Papa

And Nina, those are interesting too! I have less time on my hands this week than ever so everyone definitely has time to take a crack at this one (I'm sick and trying to wade through Uni at the same time...in other words I'm drowning right now).

 

[The_gladiator]

Describe the sound of blue

There was nothing like it in the whole world. He sat there leaning forward in his chair, instrument cradled in his arms more familiar than the shape of any lover. He could feel the cool glass of the slide on his finger, feel the scrape across the steal strings. His right hand worked in perfect concert with it, and it waled, screamed and sung. All to describe the sound of the blues.

Describe the smell of home.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Describe the sound of "blue."
Blue. It sounded calming. It had the same effect as water rippling over rocks and sounded that way too. At times. Blue has a beckoning voice. Come sit under me. Relax. Close your eyes. Forget your world for the time being or Let me surround you. You’re safe. I won’t let the rest of the world disturb you. I can bring you peace.

There are so many shades of blue and depending on the shade you choose to listen to, it can make you relax or energize you.

Describe the feel of a woman.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Describe the smell of home.

(I tossed this in too because I didn’t see it until after I had already written the one about blue”)

Home. It smelled of familiarity. It smells of home baked cookies. Sugar cookies or maybe chocolate chip ones. It smells like pets. Big or small. It could smell like children. Like babies. Or even teenagers with their dirty sports socks. It smells like pine after being cleaned.

(I'll pass on adding another olfactive since I already did above)

 

[PapaRomantic]

The sound of blue...

I think of the expanse of a majestic blue sky, and in that majesty, I hear herald trumpets signaling the approach of a procession of Royals, the clatter of horse hooves on the cobblestone keeping time as the carriages glide by.

And yet I think of blue in the grief and sadness we all must face, and I hear the mournful playing of Taps by a single distant bugler as a young widow sits with her two young children as her soldier husband is laid to rest.

 

[PapaRomantic]

The "feel" of a woman can be done in two ways...from the voice of someone who is physically feeling a woman (which I have done) or how the woman feels while she is being touched (no personal experience other than reading cues based on the woman's reaction to being felt.

 

[PapaRomantic]

Sorry, didn't mean to kill the thread! I guess I should add a new prompt.

Describe how music moves you.

 

[Nina327]

You didn't kill shit. It's sporadically silent round here.

Describe how music moves you.

Fuck. Depends on the music but.... BUT... the music I most enjoy is fucking visceral. I don't care about where it comes from, but music... Music can sizzle across my shoulders and down my spine. Some beats increase my heart rate, and my hips can't help but fucking the sound out of the air and into my soul. Some music short-circuits absolutely everything and leaves me in a trance, trying to breathe, trying to stop tingling. Some music is the siren song; it leaves my mind fuzzy and my body craving the sound, but the sound is consuming me so slowly that it makes me scream and cry, leaving me shattered. Music is phantoms licking just under my skin and every emotion being pounded through my being. Music is the language that is universal in human passion, drive, exploration, and connection to one another.


How does a glacier taste?

 

[monique_minx]

Surviving the plane crash had felt like the biggest win despite her sprained wrist. There couldn't be a larger hurdle, right? But the expanse of barren whiteness as far as the eye could see would suggest otherwise. She'd fished through as many suitcases as she could find, ill prepared for the icy cold that smacked into her cheeks like a thousand red hot pokers. She threw on anything remotely furry, discarding her sneakers for a pair of Ugg boots which was as good as she was going to find for people who'd packed for another holiday destination entirely. She looked haphazard and rather comical but there was no one to judge her.

She'd trudged the icy expanse for hours in search of signs of life. Except her signs of life were also waning. She was so thirsty and desperate. She regretted the alcoholic beverage she'd opted for on the plane. The half of the plane housing the kitchen galley had sunk to the bottom of the ocean rather quickly. If she braved the icy waters to get anything from there, she'd have succumbed to the freezing temperature within moments. Not worth it. The glacier was massive, it loomed before her like a solitary Everest in the desert. She ran towards it like it was an oasis as the idea hit her.

Her hands touched the cold expansive surface and for a moment she thought twice but the thirst had her in its grasp and she stuck her warm, wet tongue out to solve her problems. It was so frozen that she felt nothing at first, it tasted of nothing. As if she hadn't done a thing. Then slowly, the pokers spread across her tongue and her eyes widened. She tried to withdraw and found her tongue fused with the ice.

"Nuh!" She cried out around her stuck tongue in panic and despair. Maybe she just wasn't built for survival?

What does a whisper sound like against your ear?

 

[Nina327]

O M G I fucking love you!

 

[monique_minx]

I enjoy making bad problems so much worse for my characters when there's no one else around to do it for me...or my co writer just doesn't so this worked for me I just needed time to write it well enough

 

[Nina327]

I didnt have a direction I saw that going and still you managed to fucking come at it from the most fucked direction.

 

[monique_minx]

I didnt have a direction I saw that going and still you managed to fucking come at it from the most fucked direction.

And here I thought I'd miss out and someone else would swoop right the fuck in and snag the opportunity from me

 

[Sir_Jayx]

The room was crowded with the jostle of the party that was was in its full swing, loud voices talked over one another trying to be the voice in the room.

He sat in the corner, hands over his eyes and his head tilted down. He was overwhelmed. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck and his face was flush, he thought at any second he would break.

are you ok babe? she whispered into his ear. He zeroed in on her voice. The quietest sound in the room took all of his attention as he felt his heart stop beating as fast as it had before. His mind soothed instantly for but a whisper was now the only thing he could hear.

I am now my Goddess.

What does a breath look like?

 

[Nina327]

She awoke on her pallet in the corner. Sometimes she slept down here with them, sometimes she left them alone with only their own nightmares.
It was the beginning of day 5. She always let them do more than grasp at sleep at the end of day 4. It was better this way. For her, it was better this way. Years of honing her craft gifted her knowledgeable anticipation of the next minutes as she crawled across the room. He didn't stir, he didn't quiver and rattle his chains. She quivered, though. Anticipation is one hell of a drug; it made her hands shake a bit as she braced them on her thighs to rise and take his softness into her mouth.

His nose flared, body recoiled, lips sealed together in sleep peeled themselves apart, and he sucked in air so hard one could barely call it a gasp. From her position on the floor with his cock in her mouth, it looked like his entire being swelled with life. All of his wounds stretched their healing scabs, and she drank in the way his ribs rapidly increased their spacing.
He moaned, she moaned.
He screamed, she moaned.
Who needs coffee?


What does laughter feel like?

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

O M G I fucking love you!

I enjoy making bad problems so much worse for my characters when there's no one else around to do it for me...or my co writer just doesn't so this worked for me I just needed time to write it well enough

her tongue most definitely gets her into trouble quite frequently