Bisexual Glasses Novels & Stories

There were subtle hickeys around his neck. The caption read, 'The boss said this mirror belongs exclusively to me from now on.' I took a deep breath, but my stomach still churned with disgust. I had sponsored him three years ago. At the time, he had cried while begging me for a chance. He promised he would repay my kindness one day and become a man who could stand tall with pride. Feeling sorry for him and recognizing some genuine talent, I not only funded his education but also made an exception by offering him an internship at Zeller Inc.

Just her name, Derby, written in a precise, elegant script she didn't recognize. Frowning, Derby carried the box to her small kitchen counter. She sliced through the tape, pulling back the tissue paper inside. Her breath caught. Resting in a protective leather case was a sleek, lightweight pair of designer computer glasses. They featured a specific blue-light filtering lens, framed in a delicate, matte-gold titanium. It was the exact model she had stopped to admire in a boutique window weeks ago, off-handedly mentioning to herself how much she needed them because her current pair kept slipping and making her eyes ache.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Glass dug in. Her breath tore out of her in uneven gasps. “Enough,” Ricardo said. It wasn’t a reprimand. It was a spell in the shape of a command. The lights flickered back on. The room looked like the aftermath of a storm. Glass glittered on every surface. Curtains flapped in the freezing wind. The once perfect windows were jagged teeth. A hairline crack ran up the wall like a lightning scar. Blood streaked the floor beneath Althea. Nerisa appeared at Ricardo’s shoulder, face white.

If someone was watching, let them watch, I'm going to put on a show for them. I got off the bed and walked to the counter. I brought out my black silicon dildo I had packed right when Amy wasn't watching, for such situations. I rinsed it in the bathroom sink and came back. I stuck it on the hardwood floor right in front of the mirror and turned the phone camera to selfie mode. I pressed record.

I whispered breathlessly against his lips. He nodded, eyes dark and hungry behind his glasses. Lifting his hips, he let me slide the fabric down his legs and toss it aside, leaving him completely naked except for the new glasses still perched on his nose. The sight of him like that — bare, hard, and still wearing those familiar frames— sent a fresh, powerful rush of arousal through me. It was adorably and irresistibly hot.

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

Maria gave me a detailed report of the activities they did and none of them included meeting strangers. “He could have come in contact with something, maybe a cursed object. Did you buy something?” he asks. A frantic search begins in my mind. Toys, rides, anything unusual. Then, a memory jolts me. Those star-shaped glasses he bought at the fair! He wouldn’t let them out of his sight, wearing them practically the entire day. He slept with them at night. My breath hitches as a terrible realization dawns. The glasses. What if they were cursed? Guilt washes over me. How could I have not sensed anything wrong? We’d bought them from a regular shopkeeper at the fair.

“According to my schematic, the one on that floor is closed. So they need to go to the next floor down.” “How did you know?” I ask, curious as to how my new friend seems to know everything. Katelyn grins, bright and full, “Oh, these are my smart glasses. Aren’t they clever? They’re way better than the ones that other company makes,” she declares proudly. “They are lighter, more discreet, and they have much faster connectivity. Here, try it out.” She places her glasses on my face when I soon learn they are not prescription after all. Overlaid on the view of the elevator door, I see a complete map of the floor we were just on.

I picked it up to inspect it, but unfortunately, I saw that one lens of the spectacles was broken which made me panic and I quickly wore the broken ones again. I could see the crack of the glass which was disturbing and Noah quirked an eyebrow at question, but thankfully, he didn't say anything. I clearly didn't have any vision problem, I just wore them to hide my identity. I did feel awkward to wear the broken ones again, but I had no choice. My light blue denim skirt had also turned brown, so everything just added to my ugliness and in the end, I didn't care because I was immune to all. "Do you need anything?" Noah asked and I shook my head. "Are you sure?"