Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

"Mariano, people can see." "The glass is tinted from the outside." He pressed my chest against it. The window was cool against my bare breasts. "No one can see in. But you can see out." I looked down at the street. People walking. Cars moving. None of them looking up. "Relax, Tigrotta." He lifted my skirt. He yanked my ruined panties down to my knees and kicked my feet apart. He pressed his cock back into me from behind in one thrust. His hands held my hips tight as he started fucking me harder. The slap of skin was loud in the quiet office. One hand reached around to rub my clit again. The other pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping my chest against the glass.

I quivered there. "Oh, that's amazing," Carter groaned. "Now you have to lick your glasses clean," purred Natalie. "Oh, you're so lucky that you have glasses!" "Really?" I gasped in shock as I straightened. My tits slid off his lap. "Oh, yes, it's one of the joys in having myopia," purred Ms. Waters. "I love licking men's jizz off my glasses, and they love it. Really turns them on." I was learning so much today.

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.

I couldn’t wait to see Sasha. ~~~~ “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I said as I approached our regular table where Sasha sat. She was typing furiously across her keyboard, like she was in a race against time. The soft glow of her laptop screen reflected off the glasses perched on her nose. Sasha paused, then chuckled as she took the glasses off. “They’re blue light glasses, because of my laptop. My eyes were starting to hate me.” I smiled weakly and dropped my bag on the empty chair beside her.

Celeste's voice came through the creaky wooden door of the basement. “I’m coming.” I grumbled and stood up from my thin mattress. Nothing good ever came out during my birthday, I wondered what dreadful assignment they had in store for me today. I picked up a small broken mirror from the side of my bed and inspected my eyes. The black contact lenses were still in place. Good.The special lenses hid the violet eyes I had been born with, the same eyes that had me labeled me as cursed and unnatural. I adjusted my sturdy dress and headed upstairs, only God knows what awaited me there. Immediately I stepped into the room, I squinted my eyes and finally opened them when my eyes fully adjusted to the

There is a huge mirror in one corner of the room resembling Klara’s and to it’s left has a three foot tall wooden table on which a 360 degree spectacles holder rack is placed. Hmm….here are the traitors. These glasses are the ones who deceives the spectators making them believe that Lucas is a decent man but in reality he’s anything but good. She rolled her eyes at the glasses holder and wandered around boldly as she took slow steps deeper into the room and finally landed her eyes on his bed.

Is that why Teddy is doing this? As much as the witch’s words slice through me, I can’t seem to believe them as I’m strapped here to the altar with them all chanting around me. Both the witch and Teddy have evil I their eyes. Are my eyes the same? “I need you to wear these glasses, bud.” Dad smiles at me, handing them back to me after I had thrown them on the floor. I look at the glasses, then at him. Dad has his own glasses on. I can see my reflection in them. My silver eyes swirling like Liquid Metal. Like smoke that can’t be contained.

I said, knowing that was the next part. "Yes!" she laughed again, her eyes slightly moist "My stepdad treated me so nice and I didn't wanna be the one to remind him of his pains" She sniffed, stretching a side of her lips. "I couldn't go for contact lens as I had a phobia for it and it was expensive, so I opted for thick glasses and sometimes black shades" She bit her lip for a second before she went on. "The glasses worked. It helped to slightly conceal the colour of my eyes and avoid dramas" She sounded like she wasn't the one who had gone through the emotional distress but the sharpness in her voice would not deceive me. She was hurt and I knew it.

“Will this work? I look the same” “No you don't. Trust me, even Giovanni won't recognise you.” She fished out a small box from somewhere in the bag and held it out to me. “Use this” I collected the box and opened it to see eye contact. I removed the glasses and expertly wore the contact lenses. I blink a little, and my hazel eyes changed to forest green eyes. Now that's a huge difference. Sassy really came all out. I shoved the glasses back on my face. It's time to test if this really works.

He kisses my earlobe, and I shift in my chair in response. “I wear glasses.” He stops the kissing and looks at me quizzically. “You know, I was the only one in kindergarten class who wore glasses, and everyone joked and didn't talk to me. I have trauma, and since then, I only use them when I'm alone.” “I can't believe it,” he says. “I would pay to see you... in glasses... all beautiful, to me.” He runs his hand down the back of my neck. “No, no and no. You can’t make me wear them ever.” He laughs in my ear, and it makes me fall apart.