Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

"Can you fix it?" "Yes. Glasses, corrective lenses. We just need to give your eyes the same refractive power." The doctor stands and picks up a device that looks like spectacles on steroids, twisting two small, black wheels. She walks back over and holds it in front of my eyes. "Look through here. This is how the world will appear through glasses."

"But there's something else you should know. About what happens when both bloods fully merge." Lucian doesn't want to hear it. But he needs to. "Tell me," Lucian says. Jasper sets the journal aside. Walks to a locked chest in the corner. Opens it with a key from around his neck. Inside, wrapped in oiled cloth, lies a mirror. Not silver like Thane's. This one looks like black glass. Obsidian, polished to impossible smoothness. "Vampire glass," Jasper says. "Shows truth that normal mirrors hide. My father used it to track his own deterioration."

Kinks: Blackmail fantasy, public risk, oral worship, glasses kink. In the hushed, dimly lit expanse of the grand library, the scent of aged parchment and dusty tomes filled the air. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights overhead cast a cool glow on the polished wooden floors. Among the towering shelves, Laila, the librarian, was engrossed in a book, her eyes hidden behind her thick-rimmed glasses. Her fingers traced the pages, her cheeks flushed with a secret pleasure as she lost herself in the smutty tale.

he handed me a small ear board, and this glasses, would help us see everything that is going on. “Shit,” I laughed, putting on the fancy tech glasses. “You have things like this?” “Achilles allows me have full reign to your bank accounts. Trust me, you all are rich. Too rich if you asked me.” I never cared about how much we had. “Okay, I think I am ready,” I said, standing in front of the mirror. My hair is wild and the scars on my face are very vii. I tried to grin, but it looked more like I was taking a shit. “How do I look?”

I teased him. His smirk vanished, turning into a frown as his eyes focused on my neck. “How disappointing it is to know that whoever you fucked or who fucked you couldn’t satisfy you enough.” He laughed without any humor. Just as I was about to ask him how he knew, my eyes followed his, and I saw exactly what had drawn his gaze. Damn. I forgot that Clarisse had given me a lot of hickeys yesterday. “How can you say that?” I’m bisexual, while he is completely gay. He also always likes to be in control during sex. As for me, I don’t mind being top or bottom; I go with whatever my partner wants.

Straight, heavy, curving up a little. God, I needed it. I dropped to my knees for a second, but he hauled me back up, eyes wild. Something shifted in him. The reluctance cracked fully, and the boss came out. Dominant. Possessive. “I’m bisexual.” He confessed and the words rang in my ears repeatedly. “I prefer women but with you… there’s this burn I can’t explain.” He didn’t let it sink into my brain. He spun me around, pushing me against the sink.

Kylan barely cared for anything, so I doubted he would care much. Even though I had sometimes managed to break through that icy shell, his personality was still cold as frost. If anything, she must’ve sensed his darkness. My lips curled, thinking about Adelaide…Mom, and the power she had possessed. For all those years, I had sworn to wear those glasses, feared what would happen if I had to live without them. I hated my cursed eyes, the ability to see what others couldn’t—and when I found out they could glow, when I found out I was half-witch, a child of blood—I felt embarrassed.

Luka teased, not taking his eyes off Alexis. Taking his time to respond, Alexis said: "You're... Different." "Different? In what way?" "Your glasses..." whispered Alexis, remembering those thin glasses with a golden frame that the omega used to wear when he first met him. "Oh, the glasses... Is that the only thing you think has changed about me?"

“Sometimes humans get a mild fever and still feel fine, but fevers go away. You stayed just a bit hotter. You don’t flinch at silver, though. That doesn’t make sense.” Talking’s good. I can go with talking. It’s better than fighting. “I don’t recollect you taking my temperature.” Reese is keeping a bit of distance. That’s smart. They could probably throw a knife before I could get them into my attack range. “The glasses I wear for reading,” they say. “The lenses are plain glass. They’ve got a bunch of sensors in them, and project the readouts into my eye.”

Deacon says. “What’s wrong with this place?” Freya asks. “I’d just prefer somewhere more private, especially whilst we work out this telepathic connection. I don’t want to risk drawing any further attention to us because Josie looks as though she is talking to herself. It is already a risk without our glasses,” “What glasses?” Freya questions. “We wear modified glasses that stop humans from being able to see the power illuminate in our eyes. It’s hard to control the flare,” he explains.