Bikini Kill Feels Blind Novels & Stories

My jaw drops and my eyes threaten to leave their sockets. Two girls in hot, see-through bikinis are lap dancing on Blake in the jacuzzi. He looks completely wasted and... I sniff the air. Is that weed?

He's at the back seat doing a nightmarish rendition of Davido's Aye from back then. Together, they sound like a pack of hyenas. An angry pack of starved mutated hyenas. The girl beside me, the one that has a army camo bag and a pin-sized tribal-mark just above to her eye cringes, covering her ears. I want to, too, real talk. She belong to me and i belong to her o. Oh baby you go kill somebody. They say love is blind but i dey see am for your eyes oh. For your eyes o.

She had no bra on, her breasts were exposed to the crowd and the diamond stub pierced into both her brown nipples shone. Blood pounded through my body, warming places I didn't even know existed. Seeing a man getting naked was one thing, but seeing a girl doing it right in front of you had a whole new level of aurae and I didn't know if the tension building in my gut was from the atmosphere or staring at those perky breasts but I knew I needed to stop staring. Gosh, no. Now was not the time to question my sexuality. I moved my gaze away from her and turned to regard Killian with a sideways glance.

“You have no idea what it’s like – like a prison. I couldn’t go anywhere or do anything because there were people camped out in front of the hotel waiting to get a picture – ” “Yeah, I have no idea what that’s like,” she said, looking meaningfully over at the blinds. “Are they trying to get a picture of you?” “No…” “Were your boobs on national TV?” “No…” “Okay, then, shut up.” “Although, technically, they blurred them out.” “Anh – ” I warned. “It’s kind of like that ‘if a tree falls in a forest’ thing – if you see blurred-out boobs on TV, did you really see them?”

A big part of this fantasy for me was that I would not see who was having their pleasure inside my pussy. Blindfolds are usually part of the gang-bang head trip, but we have found they never work as well as one expects. So Elliot and I have gone the next step: opaque contact lens. In our business we can get all kinds of weird stuff. Mine are an unreal purple color. While they are a bother to put in and take off because you can't see, but they are comfortable to wear, do not slip off accidentally at the wrong time, and one can even fall asleep in them. While I was at the sink putting them in the guys washed their equipment for my lips; it never takes too long.

We didn't have a change of clothes and I hoped Ray would remember to come back with those things. 'Do you want to watch anything? They actually have N*****x.' Bry asked after some time, my head on his wall sculpted chest. 'Yes, SEE.' 'You're kidding right? you want to watch that?' He was actually serious about it. 'I mean, it's very boring to watch a bunch of blind people fighting at equally boring mountains.' He continued, chuckling at my surprised facial expressions. Shut up, you said to watch anything. plus it's not boring, you'll get to see the queen masturbating.' I was bad at convincing people and that's the only thing that came to mind about the series.

The entire gallery was engulfed in flames before I could react. "No! No, please!" I uttered in desperation. My life's work was burning to ashes because of Skyler's actions. Panicked, I rushed forward and tried to extinguish the burning paintings. However, a shard of glass flew through the air. I felt an intense, searing pain as it sliced into my eye. My vision immediately went dark. I could hear the frantic shouts of the gallery staff coming from outside the entrance. Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!"

Some clutch their heads, others bleed from their eyes. And I realize… it isn’t random. It’s only the ones who looked at me. The ones who stared, mocked, and defiled me with their eyes. The rest …..untouched. How? How is he doing this? He didn’t even touch them. And then I look up. My world stops. Kill’s eyes are on me. But they’re not grey anymore. They’re black. Pitch black. Endless. My breath catches in my throat, and for the first time, I feel real fear.

Someone says in the crowd to counter the first bid. “Five million”Another says… “Seven point five.”Someone says… My pulse was deafening and I couldn’t breathe as i suddenly felt dizzy and claustrophobic and I Couldn’t see as my eyes blurred with my unshed tears which I refuse to let slip. I tried to shut it out, to retreat into some safe place in my mind, but I could feel their eyes like hands. I could feel them stripping me already. Undressing me without ever standing. I could feel the violation before it even began.

Bianca's vision was gone, stolen by the black silk blindfold tied tightly over her eyes. Her breathing slowed, heart racing as hands, so many hands touched her all at once. Her skin prickled with heat and tension, every nerve on fire. She didn’t know whose hands were where, and that made it hotter.