Bikini Kill Feels Blind Novels & Stories

Eli's eyes widened, muffled sounds vibrating against the gag as drool began to pool at the corners of his mouth, his face flushing with a mix of humiliation and arousal. Then, the blindfold: A black silk cloth was tied over Eli's eyes, plunging him into darkness. "You don't get to see, slut, just feel," Zeke whispered harshly in his ear, his breath hot against Eli's neck. Eli nodded frantically, his body arching in anticipation, every sense heightened now that sight was stripped away.

So, I guess that the Polaroid in my bra and the one in my panties were not that important… cute souvenirs compared to full video of everything: me topless in the basement, tits bouncing while I got eaten out, blindfolded and moaning while two different cocks took turns. Years later, I wonder what would happen to those photos and video files. Maybe they’re still sitting in some old cloud account, or backed up on a hard drive in the house library, passed down like tradition. Maybe clips got forwarded in chats that never died, or uploaded to private sites. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now. They claimed they were doing it so they couldn’t be accused of rape, proof everything was consensual

"Son what do you mean by she is blind." Jake mother asked him looking at Anastasia who can't see a thing. I instantly tensed and Jake could feel it since our hands where kinda of brushing each other. "You heard me right mum. She is blind she can't see a thing mum." Jake said squeezing my hand under the table. The tension was so thick in the air that you could slice it with knife. No body spoke for a minute or two before the voice I came to realize as Jake mum spoke.

“Get the car. Now. And find me where Eli runs when he wants to drink himself blind.” ——— The club hit us like a smell. Neon lights, sweat and the smell of other people’s bad choices. The bass was a living thing that wanted to shake my bones loose. Every instinct in me rebelled—my rut snarled and my wolf roared—but the sight of him made everything else a background hum. Tate: drink in his hand, lips wet from Eli’s mouth.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.

Yet, despite my insecurities, girls had always thrown themselves at my feet, and it was clear they were drawn to my name and status. But what they don’t know is that I’m a blind man. That’s why only my pictures are taken, and I don’t actually present myself in videos. I’m sure pictures don’t convey much. But with Wynter, there was something about her that made me want to see her. I don’t know how it happened, but I found myself utterly and deeply in love with her. She was the first one to show any form of attention toward me without knowing who I really am. She made me feel alive again, igniting a zeal in me that I had to have her at any cost.

Right there, impossible to miss in the flickering glow of the firelight, was the prominent, rigid outline of his semi-hard length. He was aroused. A warm, electric shockwave shot straight from Avery's chest down to her toes. Her face burned with a heat so intense she thought she might actually combust. Her gaze darted back up to his face in sheer panic, her hands frozen mid-air. He’s blind. He doesn't know I can see... that, she thought frantically, her mind spinning out of control. Or does he? Damien stood perfectly still, his expression a mask of cool composure, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the rapid pulse in his neck betrayed him.

It looked too… exposing. The rest of them were either tiny, sparkly bikinis, ruffled one-pieces, and bold, tropical prints. They all looked like they were meant for someone like Lupiter—someone confident and beautiful, with flawless skin. I felt my insecurities closing in on me. None of these were for me. They were too beautiful, too revealing. They would only highlight everything that was wrong with me. Killian watched me silently from a few feet away, hands in his pockets. I reached for a white bikini but dropped it again, shaking my head. “I can’t wear this…”

Sicily jumped at the sound of footsteps with a familiar frequency. Her hand clasped, the other sought a grip on Esters fingertips. "Calm down, Miss, normalise your breathing!" whispered Ester. Sicily followed all of Ester's directions, but anxiety and fear were still evident in her eyes. A man came closer, a figure with a distinctive scent began to greet the blind girl's sense of smell. "What business does a blind woman have at the auction, is there any ability?" Harlan's voice was clearly caught by Sicily's ears.

Eh, a seasoned lesbian knows her own squad. "...All I'm saying is we're young, dude. Now's the time to get shitfaced so we'll have glory days to look back on. Who wants to be boring old people fighting over bingo cards!?" The tall, masculine platinum blonde smirked to her exasperated dark haired friend, who started walking backwards so she could face her head on. Like just about everyone else here, they were barefoot and showing off their alluring forms. Blondie was sporting a pair of dark grey board shorts and a thin turquoise tank top, and literally the tiniest white bikini I've seen in a hot minute adorned her more feminine counterpart.