Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

If someone was watching, let them watch, I'm going to put on a show for them. I got off the bed and walked to the counter. I brought out my black silicon dildo I had packed right when Amy wasn't watching, for such situations. I rinsed it in the bathroom sink and came back. I stuck it on the hardwood floor right in front of the mirror and turned the phone camera to selfie mode. I pressed record.

I whispered breathlessly against his lips. He nodded, eyes dark and hungry behind his glasses. Lifting his hips, he let me slide the fabric down his legs and toss it aside, leaving him completely naked except for the new glasses still perched on his nose. The sight of him like that — bare, hard, and still wearing those familiar frames— sent a fresh, powerful rush of arousal through me. It was adorably and irresistibly hot.

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

The red star-shaped glasses are sent for an examination to see if they were cursed or not. Nixie hasn’t even shown herself, yet she has caused so much terror in our lives. I can’t stay still in the house without making my maids double-check everything, even the food. A light knock at the door breaks my thoughts. I can smell Norton as he walks in, keeping his voice low. “Luna, the results of the test have come out. The glasses are indeed a cursed object.” He hands me the file he’s holding, and I squint my eyes as I see the pictures on the sheets. My brows raise as I notice something.

“According to my schematic, the one on that floor is closed. So they need to go to the next floor down.” “How did you know?” I ask, curious as to how my new friend seems to know everything. Katelyn grins, bright and full, “Oh, these are my smart glasses. Aren’t they clever? They’re way better than the ones that other company makes,” she declares proudly. “They are lighter, more discreet, and they have much faster connectivity. Here, try it out.” She places her glasses on my face when I soon learn they are not prescription after all. Overlaid on the view of the elevator door, I see a complete map of the floor we were just on.

I picked it up to inspect it, but unfortunately, I saw that one lens of the spectacles was broken which made me panic and I quickly wore the broken ones again. I could see the crack of the glass which was disturbing and Noah quirked an eyebrow at question, but thankfully, he didn't say anything. I clearly didn't have any vision problem, I just wore them to hide my identity. I did feel awkward to wear the broken ones again, but I had no choice. My light blue denim skirt had also turned brown, so everything just added to my ugliness and in the end, I didn't care because I was immune to all. "Do you need anything?" Noah asked and I shook my head. "Are you sure?"

I adjusted the rims of my glasses and nodded, feeling its weight on my nose and ears. "You weren't with them when I first met you," she commented with her arms folded on the table as she focused on me. "I wear contacts sometimes. The glasses give a headache, and make me look too serious," I explained to them, but Beth shook her head. "You look nice with them though," she complimented, glancing forward with a grin as the waiter dropped our plates along with a bottle of wine. "On the house," the guy explained and left, moving towards an elderly couple seated opposite us.

“Why are you so persistent? Do I look bad with my glasses on?” “Bad? Oh, Len, I don't think anybody could look as beautiful as you with any style you have,” I say as I sit up and put a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear. “But I see how you struggle with glasses and eye contacts. You can't deny that.” I have seen how eye contacts make her eyes watery and the way she struggles with putting on any 3D glasses if she has her glasses on. She can make her life easier, but her fear is preventing her.

she muttered again as she took off my glasses. I smirked meaningfully in front of her and immediately took my glasses from her hand. I didn't want to risk her breaking my glasses again because I couldn't live without it. I can't count how many glasses I bought during my schooling at Kirin because often those thugs destroyed them when they tortured me. But they're still lucky, I haven't really retaliated against them. I don't want to get my hands dirty again with a mischief like I used to. My life now is a second life that God has given me. So whatever it is, I have to live it better than before.

He then handed him the plate of biscuits and they started eating "The glass of choice is an ancient possession Xavier. It is magical, mysterious. That is why it is extraordinary meaning that it only cracks for a reason and after that it heals getting itself ready for its next ceremony. By the time we choose a betrothed for the next king, the glass of choice will be already in good shape." Xavier sipped on his tea his gaze shifting from Zuri to the glass of choice then back to him