Bikini Kill Feels Blind Novels & Stories

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.

They kept a hankie on my snout I hardly couldn’t take wind I felt dizzy When I became conscious my eyes were blindfolded I couldn’t see anyone I was frightened the only aspect I could glimpse was colour black and I could hear their discussions Handful voices I listened to them they are addressing me and about my camera.... I don’t know who are they? Why are they talking about my camera I couldn’t tolerate I shouted “who the hell are you man? I don’t know anything leave me! Abruptly I heard one voice “kill her damn” I have shivered I don’t have any possibility to escape from these place I tried but no use God why this happening to me I didn’t do any fault I thought myself I shut down my eyes

I felt embarrassed and defiled, letting my enemy touch me like that… and… liking it? Why do I not hate it? Why am I not pissed?! I even had an orgasm. Fucking hell. “You're spending the next two days blindfolded.” Kael said. “Okay.” I responded, almost liking the sound of it.

Chapter 9 "Oh, Kathy, you look so fucking delicious like this," Killian's voice slithered through the darkness, a velvet whip cracking against her senses. "Blindfolded and bound, just waiting for me to claim what's mine. Say it…tell me you want this." Katherine's breath hitched, the silk blindfold pressing against her eyelids like a lover's cruel kiss. Her wrists were tied behind her back with his necktie, the knot tight enough to bite into her skin, sending sparks of pain-laced pleasure up her arms.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

"You're what? Three months old? Four?" It pulled back. "I have her memories." "Memories aren't self." I followed. Crowding its space. "You remember being blind. But you've never been in darkness. You remember loving me. But you've never felt anything." Its hand rose. Knife. Small. Professional. I didn't move. "Kill me," I said. "And you prove I'm right. That you're just violence. Just emptiness. Just—" The window shattered. Not gunshot. Rock. Simple.

Julie came down from the announcing room and quickly engulfed Luna in her arms, startling her so badly she stiffened. “Our lucky charm! I knew you’d bring us a fortune the day we bought you!” Julie flashed a toothy grin. “You said she was a black sheep,” Theo muttered, rolling his eyes. He wasn’t nearly as thrilled. “Come on! Let the past go. Get her ready to leave. And look, Luna, keep this in mind—always. Never let the man find out about your blindness, or we’re all done for. He’ll kill you first and then us. Understand?” Julie warned, her voice suddenly sharp and serious.

What I had felt in those five minutes, where I seemed to be sent from arms to arms, to men with dominant and dangerous looks, I couldn't buy with anything from the past. Not even when I met Draven; the emotion was more subdued and loving. Yet with them I felt I was walking blindfolded into the deepest and most dangerous abyss in the world. I could not hear, nor see; I was blind to the warnings screaming around me about them. Why did I feel I was being watched? "Is it just me, or is it starting to get too hot?" I heard Kari say, after I approached her. She was screaming and jumping around as if she had lost control of herself, however, I was surprised when she took off her dress as if it was

And that’s what makes my pussy clench with reckless, wicked need. In all my years of indulging in the kinkier side of sex, I’ve never been fucked by more than two strangers at once. I’ve never really called myself an exhibitionist, but here I am…blindfolded, bound, and completely bare with a room full of men and women watching me like I’m their next fucking meal. I can’t see them, but I feel their eyes devouring me. I’m on display like never before, and my head spins with conflicting feelings: fear, anxiety, pride… and pure, filthy excitement.

My mom, still pointing her gun, looked at her co-staffs. "I killed him." But.. why am I still alive? I looked at my mom's eyes. She wasn't staring at me. I looked back, to witness the blind man lying down in the same position as I saw before! The gunshot wound was also the same! What's really happening? "He wouldn't have the strength the reveal our buried secret. Our secret will be kept hidden, forever!" Lots of them already left the room. My mom strangely stood in her position. She kneeled and touched the blind man's head.