In response to Ms kristye’s “Sensation Play,” I mentioned an experience with deprivation of senses that she requested I share. I commented to her that I believe eroticism and sensuality are highly dependent on the succulence of the senses, the appreciation for which can be greatly enhanced by experiencing the deprivation of these senses. Experiencing the different senses in different ways has always been part of my romantic, sensual, and sexual life. We have tried different combinations including things like blindfolds. We decided one day that we would take deprivation of senses to an extreme to see if we find that exciting. After emptying my bladder, he blindfolded and deafened me, and tied my hands and legs to the four posts of the bed. I was nude. The room was reasonably tempered. Before he left the room, he drew closed the window treatments. We agreed that I would not be gagged so that I can call out at any point if necessary. I was left in the room like that for I do not know how long. It did not take too long before I started shivering in the abyss, into which I was falling steadily. I cannot, to this day, describe the degree by which I felt my need for him on every level. Not that my acute need for him was new. But the sense of loss was so devastating, as I laid there cold, motionless, in complete darkness. My craving for him screamed from every aspect of myself, physically and mentally. I remember wanting so much to be able to close my legs just to press them together to ease the pain of the ache between my legs.

After whatever undetermined time it was, he came in very quietly to check on me. I did not hear him, I did not see him, I did not feel his touch. But his presence was unmistakable for me. He first removed the earplugs and barely whispered his love and desire. Then he left again. When he returned next, he removed blindfold. The room was pitch black. Again, he left. Some time later, he returned to untie one hand. And returned until I was no longer tied. And he left again. I was able to curl up in a fetal position, shivering, the sense of abandonment freezing me to the core. As I clamped my legs together, I almost had an orgasm. Almost, but I couldn’t achieve it. Then he returned one last time. He was nude as he slipped onto the bed and took me into him. His body a hot fire, his skin velvet, his voice lyrical. He held me in a tight vice grip. I couldn’t move. The two of us were totally still, absorbing into each other, listening to our heartbeats and hard breathing. You would think that we would calm down after that but no, our heart rate climbed and breathing got more labored. I cannot recall the details except that our fucking was ferocious and our orgasms unprecedentedly explosive.