Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

A girl asked. “Please, gay? I heard that he’s a beast in bed. And not only that, he’s rough, and he enjoys really taboo sex. No woman has ever left his house dissatisfied. He’s far from gay. I want him to pick me so I can see what it feels like to lie with a man like that.” “What’s with the glasses?” Another asked. “He doesn’t have good eyesight, but don’t let that fool you. He knows what he’s doing when he’s in bed.”

I trail off because now he is watching me and not the road. “Watch the man she getting fucked by in glasses?” He completes, turning back to the road. I nod even though he isn't looking at me. For some reason, I imagine watching Bentley sweaty, flustered, a whimpering mess, pumping his cock into… with his glasses sitting pretty on his nose. Fuck. I squeeze my thighs together. I hate the way my body reacts to that. “Yeah, lucky girl,” Bentley says, making a strange turn. “I would wear my glasses for you,” he says, sending me a quick glance.

Then he puts his glasses back on. The gesture is so unexpected that my breath catches because he took them OFF when he stood up and he just put them BACK ON before touching me, which means the glasses are deliberate, the glasses are part of whatever he’s constructing in this moment, and the image of Dominic Voss looking at me over the rim of his reading glasses while his hand slides between my thighs on my mother’s couch in my mother’s living room is hitting a kink I didn’t know I had with the precision of a man who has been cataloguing my responses for weeks and knows exactly which buttons he installed.

’ thinking to myself, I picked one up, all of them are in a odd shape and different colours and it doesn’t make any sense, Before I could even make sense out of these colored glasses, the doors of the library threw open and showed Drew and Yuri, both holding a lamp in their hands and walking towards me. Yuri seemed to look for me, figuring that it was about the supper, I decided to turn my attention to Drew. he seemed to just come back home, noticing that his attire presents himself as a businessman rather than a noble or someone connected to the Duchess. However, before he could say anything, his eyes looked to the thing in hand, a green colored glass. His face showed surprise at first, his

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

And as he emerged from the bathroom, a trendy embodiment of youthful sophistication, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the sight of my handiwork. But there was one crucial detail left to attend to—the black-framed glasses that had become his trademark. With a knowing smile, I gently removed them, revealing the true depth of his eyes for the world to see. I had noticed his short-sightedness matched mine, so I had equipped him with contact lenses, allowing his gaze to shine unobstructed by the familiar frames. The effect was transformative, his eyes suddenly larger, more expressive, radiating a newfound confidence that was impossible to ignore.

No glasses. Celeste had sent an assistant to an optical shop next door while my color processed, returning with a box of contact lenses. I'd been terrified to try them—I'd worn glasses since I was twelve, hiding behind them like armor. But when I blinked and saw clearly without frames blocking my vision, something shifted. My eyes were hazel. I'd known that. But I hadn't known they had flecks of gold that caught the light, or that they were actually quite large and striking without glasses shrinking them.

He looked at the shattered glass on the floor, his eyes glowing a dark gold. "Something big," he said simply. "I can feel it just by looking at that symbol."

"I'm new. I don't want to leave. Like you said earlier, I might get expelled." "That was an exaggeration." "Anyways. It's big trouble. I'm not ready for... Besides, I won't let you ruin someone's reputation for your own pleasure." "You won't let me? Haha"He snickered. "Please don't."Gosh! It's been a long time since I begged someone. "That."He gestured to my glasses. "Remove it." He's weird. What does my glasses have to do with...? "I can't see without them."

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.