Writing With The 5 Senses Novels & Stories

Every step felt heavier than the last, my tired muscles protesting with each movement. “F*ck” I grumbled, “Just where that is?” As I walked, my senses heightened, attuned to any signs of life around me. I strained my ears, listening intently for the faintest sound of movement. Every rustle of leaves or distant caw of a bird set my heart racing, my senses on high alert. The tension in my body was palpable, the anticipation of an unexpected encounter sending shivers down my spine. Every step I took was a calculated one, my footfalls soft and deliberate.

He lived for decades and only now felt the power of true feelings. The lips themselves are sweet and enticing. You try and you can't get enough. You repeat the movements to feel their taste in your mouth again and again. Sensory receptors help to double the pleasure. The sense of touch makes it possible to enjoy silky skin, the sense of smell with a delicious aroma, hearing allows you to hear barely perceptible groans, and sight allows you to see extraordinary emerald eyes, a deep green pool into which, without a shadow of a doubt, you are ready to plunge headlong.

“Tell me, Ruby, how many senses do you use when you are having sex?” “What do you mean, doctor? What have senses got to do with sex?” “Senses have everything to do with sex. Your senses help you feel. Let me tell you about using all five senses during sex; sight, sound, taste, touch and scent.” “Starting with the sense of sight, sexual pleasure includes not only shots of crotches bumping together, but also the look in someone’s eyes - the anticipation, surprise, and unabated release that is a sexual experience. It’s important to keep your eyes open and take in every moment during sex.”

“Close your eyes. Feel my voice. Imagine my hands on your body while you write this scene.” His fingers trailed slowly down my arms, leaving goosebumps. I tried to continue reading, but my voice cracked when his hands slid under the hem of my shirt, palms gliding over my stomach and up to cup my breasts through my bra. He pinched my nipples gently at first, then harder, rolling them between his fingers until I moaned. “Good,” he murmured. “That sound. Use that in your writing. Let your readers hear her moan like that.”