Taking away one sense heightens the others, that what he tells me anyway. I don’t believe him.
He ties the blindfold around my head, tells me to lay back on the bed and not to move, he will be right back.
The scent of him coming back into the room is the first thing I notice, I can hear the pads of his feet move softly across the wooden floor towards me, the touch of his fingers running up my bare legs feel like lightening bolts shooting through my skin. The taste of his mouth as he places it over mine, salty and sweet at the same time.
I just wish I could see the smirk on his face knowing that he was right.