Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

The drawings were all created using pencils, and one of them depicted a naked woman. The thought of how many naked women Jared had drawn crossed my mind, but I quickly dismissed it. The drawing was truly beautiful. The lines and curves of the woman's body were perfectly executed, making it seem as if I were looking at a real person instead of a drawing. "This is amazing, Jared," I said, not just trying to be polite, but genuinely impressed. Jared brushed off my compliment and continued to flip through the pages, showing me more drawings of naked women. I noticed that their faces were purposely blurred out, and I couldn't help but ask.

My heart and my thoughts weren’t on the same side anymore. He guided me toward a small alcove draped in velvet “Sit,” he murmured in a low tone. “Just watch. That’s all.” Then his lips curved, almost teasing. “Tell me, Delilah… have you ever heard of the blindfold game?” I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. “Also calked the ‘Blindfolded Session'. Everyone gets blindfolded and the lights are turned off completely dark. You can fuck whoever you want without knowing who it is.' He grinned mischievously. 'No faces, no names, just raw sex.'”

Alpha Ryder said. “You can’t do this to me, you can’t make Mr blind” Ivan said and alpha Ryder burst into laughter. “I can do more than this my friend” Alpha Ryder smile. He moved closer to Ivan and also tye in on a poll, Ivan is too weak to fight back which made it easy for alpha Ryder to tye him. He moved closer to him and take the plier directly to his eyes. “Oh, no, don’t do that you can’t make my husband blind” Ivan wife scream and Alpha Ryder plug the plier on Ivan eyes. One of his eyes fall down and Ivan wife passed out.

“Well, Elena, I was very stressed at this time in my life as well… war is a very terrifying prospect. Here, look.” King Harvey traces the outline of the shield with one taloned finger, and I watch as a small red flame blooms across the outline. He does it so effortlessly. “King Harvey, is it this simple?” “Focus on tracing it with your finger, Elena.” King Harvey replies firmly. “You will get it. The point of this exercise is for you to learn to draw, then you will imagine whatever you would like to summon in your mind, so you can then create it.” He tilts the notepad in my direction, and I take it, sitting next to him so closely that our shoulders touch. At the sensation of our shoulders to

“Draw me.” Goldie looks at Darryl and takes the pencil. He moves the tip of the pencil on the paper and begins to scribble a couple of circles and lines. Darryl watches him with intent, The drawing highlighted some of his facial features more than the others, almost like in a cartoonish style. “Good,” Darryl nods at him, “Now, draw what they did to you in Bilibid. Did they torture you? Blackmail? Kidnapped? ”

My throat tightened so badly it hurt. "Blair." I whispered. Something else lay beside them, a piece of paper, no, a drawing. I picked it up carefully. It was a picture of a girl standing between two stick-figure adults. All three holding hands. My vision blurred. Me. Blair. Her mother. The drawing was messy, the lines too sharp made by a tired hand, a scared hand, a child’s hand. My knees touched the floor before I even realized I’d fallen, I held the small shoe to my chest, shaking.

He flipped again. A full two-page spread: A woman blindfolded and ball-gagged, hogtied across a mattress. Her legs were spread by a bar. Her toes curled in tension. Her holes sketched in tight detail -- stuffed, obscenely, with what was clearly meant to be two separate toys. The kind of drawing someone does only when they've lived it. Or needed to. His cock twitched. He didn't stop flipping. Page after page -- each more shocking, intimate, and raw than the last.

No mistakes, no recasts, just perfection on the first try. I’m not the only student impressed as I caught sight of several others, Sarah included. However, when I focused on her, there was something dark lingering there, tainting that bemusement When I felt confident nobody was watching me, I used my finger to draw the lines and focused on my animal. Only, as my finger does the last swipe, a different creature comes to mind.