Novel & Cerita Bisexual Glasses

"I mean, it wasn't obvious, even you, I didn't—" "Yea," she cut me off, still smiling. "When it comes to bisexuals and lesbians, you wouldn't easily see it by just looking at us." "I have to look deep within?" She nodded, "Hmm. But, there are also some bisexuals and lesbians who are very vocal about their gender identities, so you would easily know if they are one or not. And there are also some who keep their sexual identities secret. You know, there are still some people especially religious ones whose minds are not open enough for us."

I immediately deciphered what was happening. "I doubt he'd intended to offend him, but I guess that's what happens when you're a do-gooder in glasses." He wasn't in glasses, but I do like to imagine what he'd be like in one: those forest green eyes mostly shaded by a translucent frame, like a forest encased in ice and frost. How poetic!

His friend had his things carefully arranged. He checked their weed box, his friend had sold almost all the weed they had. He was happy he made a lot of sales even though he had just little to smoke. Brian began to pull his clothes off. He did not stop staring at the window. It was 6:30 pm, and Gabrielle hadn't shown up. Brian became worried and sad. He stood behind the five-millimeter blue glass that faced the street. The glass was the type that enables one to see people outside, but they can’t see you. People outside can use the glass as a mirror, but they can never see what is inside the room.

it is already working. "yeah, but the only sad thing is that when dr. Victoria told me you had to wear glasses I had seen these super cool frames which had superman imprints on the legs, now we don't have to buy it." I said giving him a fake sad expression and then went to refill his glass of juice. "Bella wait." my smile couldn't get any bigger but when I looked at him I had a confused expression. "Yeah?" "I want those glasses." "But you just said you didn't."

"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.

It was only the third time he had taken her while she still wore one of her baggy dresses and it was an odd turn-on for him. He felt like he was sneaking a fuck while they were at work. Frank wondered idly if anyone else had an inkling what a sexpot his girlfriend was. She was absolutely drenched when his cock slid into her. His eyes were locked on hers. The thick glasses made her eyes look absolutely enormous and exaggerated her obvious arousal. Then she was crying out in orgasm, and the glasses emphasized her reaction. It almost made him come, but he managed to hold back. After her second orgasm, she finally realized she was still wearing the glasses and started to remove them.

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.

Smooth. My reflection stared back at me dusky lips parted, a flush creeping up my throat that had nothing to do with the temperature. He's on the other side. The thought hit me like a slap. My pussy clenched. Wet. Instantly, embarrassingly wet, the kind of wet that soaked through panties and left a slick trail down my inner thighs. Because the truth was, the glass wasn't privacy-controlled on my side at all. It was two-way. Smart glass, but the kind where he controlled the transparency.