Bisexual Glasses の小説・ストーリー

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

Like actual medicated glasses. Shouldn’t contacts be more suitable for a party? Artemis wondered, staring at his side profile. The way the boy was so relaxed leaning on him, like he was some pillar of support. “Excuse me? Can't you get off?” Artemis asked and the boy turned to him. Beautiful hazel eyes stared back at him behind the glasses. Artemis blinked, caught off guard. The side-profile was great all right but it was nothing compared to the real thing. “What did you say?” The boy straightened up, staring down at him with a clueless expression. Artemis scrutinized him properly this time. He was very manly with this refined boyish beauty that was almost impossible to resist.

And now, watching her stand there, he didn’t know if he would survive watching her choose someone else twice in one lifetime. The glass went before he could finish being certain. Raiyan's wine glass didn't just shatter; it surrendered. The stem snapped under the pressure. The sound was a miniature gunshot over the birthday music. Sam was there in a second. "Man—" "I'm fine," Raiyan said. His voice was a masterpiece of deception. Blood began to pool in his palm, dripping off the edge of the table and landing on the expensive carpet with a rhythmic, heavy thud. Zoya turned to look at him, her eyes found him immediately.

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.

I turned and drifted slowly toward that bright light. One step, two steps. My body grew lighter and lighter. I grew more and more transparent. I casted all those painful memories, those deep, searing scars, all far behind me.

Please…" she begged. "No... I think it's time you have a taste of a cock. It feels so good when a cock goes inside of that pussy of yours. All your life, you have never had sex with a man and I think you should try it. It's pleasurable. Being bisexual is overwhelming because you will have to taste a man's cock and pussy. They both feel so good. I think you should get a dido for yourself and thank me later." Said Crystabel as she brought down her dress that was raised by Anita.

"Women are complex, but when you understand the game, it gets easier." He looked at me with a mix of curiosity and frustration. "So, what do you suggest?" "Take off those horrible glasses for starters," I said with disdain. It was good to humiliate him a bit. Since I had to do this, why not have some fun in the process? He gave a humorous chuckle. "I know you're enjoying seeing me in this pitiful position, enjoying my expense. But these glasses are fucking prescription," he said, pointing to his glasses.

Each strand seemed to fall effortlessly into place, adding to his allure. Seated behind his desk, immersed in his work, he exuded an effortless elegance that was impossible to ignore. The way he carried himself, even in the most mundane moments, spoke volumes about his confidence and grace. His glasses added an intellectual charm, making him look both scholarly and incredibly sexy. I found myself wondering how he could make something as simple as wearing glasses seem so appealing.

My body was covered in bruises and ugly streaks of blood. Since my face was not visible, they all assumed I was just some low-level escort. Sean happened to pass by and stopped to take a look. He did not recognize the silver pendant I had worn since I was a child. Instead, he let out a low whistle. "Not bad. A little too skinny though. Nothing special." The crowd burst into even more disgusting laughter. Something inside me broke for good. I remembered back in sophomore year, a boy from the class next door had looked at me for a second too long. Sean had almost broken his arm over it.

His hand left my back and he slowly removed his glasses. Hell. I didn’t think I could breathe again. His eyes were crystal blue. No, green. I sucked in a breath as the colors captivated me. They were both. One eye blue and the other green. He wiped tears from my cheek with one finger as I stared in amazement. “Can I put my glasses back on?” Another slight grin came with the question. No he wasn’t model material good looking, but his eyes were stunning. “Why would you cover those?” God, they were beautiful.