Blind Skinned Beauty Podcast Novels & Stories

Lights that brightened and dimmed in patterns I couldn't understand. My skin felt strange, hypersensitive to every current in the fluid around me. I realized with distant horror that I was naked, my body completely exposed and vulnerable. But the drugs coursing through the liquid made it impossible to feel the panic that should have come with that knowledge. The visions came in fragments during my brief moments of clarity. Blake's face pressed against the glass, studying me like a specimen in a jar. His lips moving as he spoke to someone I couldn't see, his expression mixing scientific curiosity with something darker.

He watched the dark-skinned woman in much the way someone would observe a work of art, placing a thoughtful hand to his chin. "Mm. Sig, Sig, Sig. How dare you." He rumbled. "H-how dare I what?" Sig asked nervously.+ Kendrick's smile broadened as he stroked his chin, "How dare you keep such a vision of loveliness from me." Leida looked down, hiding her subtle blush. Sig kept himself positioned in front of her, though nothing he did would prevent the giant from doing whatever he pleased. Leida again looked at the giant and then her husband, "You-you wanted to meet me?"

That kind of dangerous, untouchable beauty that makes me want to bend her over the hood of this car. The windows are down and her hair whips all around. It only makes her look more intoxicating. She connects her phone to Bluetooth and E.T by 2Scratch blasts through the speakers. She sings every word, completely absorbed in the moment. There's a fire in her I've never seen before. Silas leans forward, eyes gleaming with pride, and slaps me on my shoulder. "Fuck, brother, look at her go," he says, tone filled with satisfaction.

The Cannibal Bros—Jeremy and Lockjaw—were the talk of the league, the pressure immense. Alexandra, in her practice jersey, stood in the tunnel, watching the team take the field. She felt a mix of pride, hope, and anticipation. This was it—the moment they’d fought for. Just before kickoff, Jeremy’s phone buzzed with a new message. He glanced at the screen, his brow furrowing. The message was cryptic, unsigned: “You survived the scandal. But the real test starts now. Watch your blind side.” Jeremy’s pulse quickened. He looked up, scanning the crowd, searching for anything out of place. But the stadium was a blur of faces, the noise deafening.

“ He shook his head. “ At least I know how to handle a woman better than you. " Mason glared at him. .. Sandra had left already leaving only Elijah with Beauty. She has an early interview the next day so she needed to sleep early. " It's almost eleven, I'm sleepy." Beauty yawned. " We still have to talk. “ Elijah said seriously. " Talk about what? “ Beauty sighed and he raised his brow. “ Really? You're gonna pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. "

“It was a beginning.” She looked at him. “You were a mess.” “I still am.” “But you’re my mess.” They both laughed. Then he pulled her into a slow, quiet dance right there in the middle of the room, with no music except the hum of the city outside and the sound of their own breathing. No spotlight. No audience. Just them. — A few months later, they launched the Rewrite Podcast. It featured guests who had survived the unthinkable—and told their stories not to relive the pain, but to reclaim the power.

To make my boyfriend look good, I deliberately wore a deep V-neck blouse that accentuated my full, rounded curves, revealing a deep cleavage. Everyone in the bar was letting loose, and the intense atmosphere made something inside me itch with restlessness. The men at the table kept sneaking glances at my chest. Their heated gazes stirred something within me. After a few drinks, everyone's behavior grew more unrestrained. One of the men, I heard, was a lecturer from a nearby university. His name was Axel Keating. He spoke bluntly. "Every single one of my female students is eager—practically lining up to have fun with me."

Basil The music blares loudly in the club, the club that I own. Sweet Ecstasy. I'm sitting in a booth on the second floor, observing the moving bodies below. My eyes immediately settle upon a pair of women, only one of them ignites something in me. She's wearing a skin tight black dress that is a little too short. Long wavy dark red hair falls down her back reaching the top of her ass and what an ass she has. A full figured body, with tits that looks more than a handful, and a luscious ass that shook with each step, my favorite. I prefer women with curves, it gives me something to hold onto while I fuck them. Her friend isn't bad looking but she's not my type, too thin. I wave Andre over, my

When everything failed all these years with too much betrayals, so many deep and dirty secrets that were revealed and massive amounts of unforgivable lies that all of us have been through, I still consider them as pieces that were beautiful despite being the ugliest things that I have ever been through in my entire life. They were those kinds of moments that I would still consider beautiful despite the ugliness in it because those ugliness wouldn't help us in achieving something so beautiful that even I didn't expect would still happen. It's still beautiful in such a way that it helped me finally reach the end of something that I had with Hugo long ago that was suppose to be beautifully unfi

Only I know how these looks of pity feel . No one knows....you may call scars beautiful but you know the one who actually has them. Knows deep somewhere in their heart, how ugly they look. Something which was so perfect, something so flawless that every one envied it. Was now just an object of pity. The skin which was perfect once, is tarnished now. And you know the worst part? No matter what you do. It will never....be like it was before. What's lost can never return. Sulking ,she didn't realised when the sun was down from the horizon and it was dark.