Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

It was so fine to my eyes, I couldn't believe I was able to draw the same art work and it was better than the previous one. The moderators hit their table, and a very loud sound was heard. This signifies that my time is up. As I opened my eyes, I saw the crowd staring at me. Their glare was enough to swallow me up, I bent my face to the floor to avoid further eye contact. “Let's see the diagram you grafted.” One of the moderators came to the stage, opening her hands to receive the drawing board. I handed the art work to her, she stared at me constantly before collecting. Her stare was a warning one, as if she knew have failed already.

Beside the paper and pen lay a thin box with a set of graphic pencils. A drawing kit? I opened the pad immediately and began to draw, the dream pouring through me like water down a cliff. It was vivid and fast, my fingers moving on instinct and guided by the memory that wad etched into my mind. The dizzying swirl of numbers, the images in the holographic screens, the massive glowing codes. I drew it as perfectly as I could, adding the faces of my children. After several minutes, I felt no more inspiration coming, so I sat back and stared at the sketch. My fingers had gone sore, my breathing a bit shallow.

He spread my thighs wider, his chocolate-slick fingers finding the damp cotton of my shorts, pressing against me through the fabric. "You are soaked," he muttered. "Already." I didn’t say anything, just shivered. “Do you want to know what the fifth fantasy is?” He whispered against my ear. I nodded almost immediately. He reached into the drawer beside him and pulled out a black silk blindfold. My breath caught. "You remember this?" he asked, his voice dropping. "How could I forget?" I swallowed, feeling my wetness drip harder. He held it up, "I want you on the counter. Blindfolded. And I want to feed you."

Readers should be warned that this is purely a mature content chapter with bdsm scenes in it. There would also be degrading, humiliation, hitting, whipping, and figging (g****e this if you do not know what it means so that you do not get too weirded out when it is being carried out) ~ Leonidas could not see. Not that he was blind, no, his senses were still there, possibly in a higher level of alertness than before with the silk black blindfold over his eyes.

He moves with a raw power, each step a testament to his untamed determination. Swift as a shadow, I rely not on sight but on the subtle shifts in the soundscape surrounding me. The whoosh of air, the brush of fabric, the faint rustle of muscles in motion—all contribute to the intricate tapestry of this blindfolded encounter. My mind becomes a canvas of strategy, calculating their every move before they even act. I exploit the gaps in their approach, ducking and dodging with razor-sharp timing. The seconds stretch into an eternity, the suspense building with each passing moment.

Sicily jumped at the sound of footsteps with a familiar frequency. Her hand clasped, the other sought a grip on Esters fingertips. "Calm down, Miss, normalise your breathing!" whispered Ester. Sicily followed all of Ester's directions, but anxiety and fear were still evident in her eyes. A man came closer, a figure with a distinctive scent began to greet the blind girl's sense of smell. "What business does a blind woman have at the auction, is there any ability?" Harlan's voice was clearly caught by Sicily's ears.

"I didn't know gods still reside amongst men." "Nah, I'm no god. I'm just as normal as you are." Melinda smiled. "Nah, you can't fool me," I retorted. "I'm familiar with your game. At least, I ain't blind. Shit… I didn't mean to… I meant that even though I was blind, I would also feel the heavy invisibility aura you created."

The voice of Philip Black, our art teacher, made me turn my attention away from the pawn. He was standing a few meters away, drawing the attention of another girl. " Ramirez, Susan Ramirez " she introduced herself. " Miss Ramirez, your drawing is perfect," he complimented. " Thank you," a smile broke out on her face. " It's not a compliment, what part of the blind drawing exercise didn't you understand? " he crossed his arms, scowling at her. " What? " she stammered, looking back down at her paper. " I asked for a blind drawing, not an observation drawing, erase and start again," he muttered, coming toward me.

"Let's go downstairs and watch some TV." Bonnie frowned, "uhh, are you mocking me or something?" She asked Lorenzo mentally face palmed, "No-umm-I mean, I have a blindfold-" Bonnie giggled, "So you want to go downstairs and watch TV with me, a blind girl while wearing a blindfold?" Lorenzo cleared his throat, "Yes." He firmly said, raising his chin up. Bonnie only shrugged, "Alright." They went downstairs and sat on the huge leather couch. Lorenzo switched on the TV and handed the blindfold to Bonnie. "Care to help?" She smiled and took the blindfold from him. Bonnie put the blindfold over his eyes and he turned around making it easier for Bonnie to tie it.

There's something fishy about your excuse. As soon as Hailey heard Mirabel's words, she chuckled and attempted to speak, but Mirabel rapidly placed her palms against Hailey's mouth and robbed her from speaking. “Aunt, I need nothing but a sincere answer from you,” said Mirabel as she fearlessly stared Hailey in the eyes. Hailey's mouth widened as she gazed at Mirabel with questionable gazes. It seems like this family was ready for her. Or maybe they invited her over to force her to marry Derrick.