Erotic Fiction: Iced

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With steady and nimble fingers, Javay tied the silk blindfold around my eyes with careful precision. It rested snugly against my skin, the soft fabric thin enough to be comfortable, but thick enough to leave me utterly blind to the outside world. They trailed their hands along the length of my spine, sending immediate shivers across my skin. I could feel the goosebumps rise across my shoulders in response as I waited for their next move. 

Javay guided me down to the floor, carefully moving anything nearby out of the way as I got into position on my back. There was a silence, a long pause, as I waited for them to make a move. Deep inside my chest, my heart began to flutter wildly in anticipation, elated and nervous about what could be expected next. Beside me, I heard movement as Javay left the room, returning after what seemed like several minutes. The old wooden floorboards creaked beside me as they lowered themselves at my side. 

Reaching out a hand blindly, I waited until Javay took it, giving it one brief squeeze before lowering it palm-down on my abdomen. A long, deep sigh blew through my nostrils, the breath tickling the skin of my bare arm. There was a shift, a quiet exhalation, and I immediately felt my entire scope of focus home in on the icy sensation on the back of my hand. It was a targeted feeling, the frigid temperature — an ice cube, likely — travelling up the length of my arm, across my left shoulder, and down the side of my torso.

I wriggled against the cold, Javay chiding me gently to stay still as the source of the chill moved about my body. It was so cold it felt almost as if it was hot, the path it left in its wake burning and leaving me hyper-aware of it all. I could hear their name tumbling from my lips, a soft plea to continue doing whatever it was they were doing; the senses that were excited in that moment were both targeted and overwhelming. It was as if being devoid of sight had abruptly intensified each of my other senses… and as the chilled object rolled across my skin, the other senses also seemed to drop away. My hearing lessened, my mouth became dry and tasteless, my nose could pick up no perceivable scents. Instead, all of my brainpower zoned in on the cold.

“You’re covered in little bumps.” Javay chuckled. “Do you like this?” I nodded, the small motion my only response.

Suddenly, my body returned to room temperature, the frigid object, so lightweight, removed from my skin. It was as if nothing had been there, the sensations remaining an almost imperceivable phantom of… of… something.

Seconds passed. A minute. I could faintly hear something that sounded like water sloshing around close by, straining in eager expectation while wondering what could be coming next. Javay’s hands gripped onto both of my upper thighs, squeezing as they moved slowly down my legs towards my ankles. Their palms were frosty, chilled from whatever they had soaked them in, and a stream of liquid dripping down in what felt like thick, heavy droplets.

The moment their hands released my ankles, they were flipping me onto my stomach, the entire back of my body exposed now. I adjusted my head, cheek flush against the hard wooden floor, as I waited to feel yet another novel sensation.

“Javay?” A small moan was the only response I got, accompanied by their hands caressing my back in long strokes, glacial and wet. I could feel the wetness pooling on the small of my back, the liquid collecting there as the expanse of me slowly unwound. My body relaxed in response to Javay’s touch, muscles easing into the expert massaging of their strong and sure fingers. As the knots and soreness began to escape me, I couldn’t help but think about how — not long before — those same hands were blindfolding me and leading me down to the very floor I rested on now. How they teased me and played with me, how they sent every single one of my senses into a sensual frenzy.

When the massage stopped, I waited yet again, patiently, for the next big sensory reveal. Then, to my surprise, I felt what could only be described as ice water pouring onto my back. It splashed along my neck and buttocks, wetting my hair to cling to my scalp, and eventually enveloped me fully in the erotically icy fluids.