Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

“Second rule: every dare escalates. Agreed?” “Agreed,” I breathed, and he set his glass down, producing a silk blindfold from his pocket. “First dare: let me blind you,” he murmured, tying it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. His fingers traced my neck, teasingly slow, then slid under my dress, brushing my panties. “Already wet,” he teased, rubbing my clit through the fabric, the sensation heightened by my blindness.

I admired the beautiful sight before me and how everything grew together harmoniously. I plucked some orchids and tulips, inhaling their scent. I wandered until my legs were heavy and tired, then I decided to draw. I sat down on the carpet grass and blindfolded myself, and made an imaginary picture of my environment. This is something I have loved doing since I was a child, I can’t explain it but there is this kind of peace I feel within myself once I start drawing. It is as if I'm in my own world without any distractions, just me and my mythical reflections.

Gwan who are both shocked. "What?" Jung-Ho raises his voice, making Mrs. Gwan hold his hand. "Yes Mr. Gwan, At first we thought it was because she was unconscious for a month but unfortunately nothing worked on her. It will take time to get her vision back." He looks at them and continues. "But, we are not sure there are only 2% chances." He continues and pauses while glancing at Mrs. Gwan and Jung-Ho. "What do you mean?" Jung-Ho asks. "We are sorry Mr. Gwan but we can only hope right now." Dr. Pung apologises again. "What? No, There has to be a solution!" Jung-Ho exclaims while clenching her teeth. "There is nothing else we can do." Jung-Ho's eyes welled up with tears and guilt visible on h

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

Her face was red, almost incandescent, and her eyes burned with an inner fire. The driver, understanding without a word, gently pulled the curtain separating him from his boss, refusing to hear what was about to happen. Chantelle continued her movements, trying to calm the fire consuming her body. Her breath became short, irregular. The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a black blindfold, and gently placed it over Chantelle's face. He removed his mask. Collen's gaze was troubled seeing the state Chantelle was in, then he slowly approached, his lips meeting Chantelle's with infinite tenderness.

blurred out his head and little Neil to spare him any embarrassment and to prevent any accidental leaks that might reveal his identity. After I released his hands and feet, as well as the blindfolds, he immediately inspected his legs. Just by looking at the front side, he was stunned, perhaps amazed by my drawing skills. I showed him the photos on my phone again, revealing his backside, from his back to his lower back, butt to ankle, all adorned with my name. His face turned beet red, and he buried his head under the covers, kneeling on the bed with his butt in the air. I couldn't help but burst into laughter, teasing him for this ostrich-like behavior.

"Keep going, Zack." "The blindfolds are, well, obviously to make it so you can't see anything. That's the sense we're already so used to when making art, so it doesn't need as much help as the others. Then, everyone pairs up and we just... talk. It's kinda hard to explain it, honestly, but one person describes something in as much detail as they possibly can and you try to picture it in your mind's eye." "And that's it?" From my mom's tone, I could tell she was a bit skeptical. "There's no touching other anything else?"

“Try and stop me from seeing you. I’m having you moved officially into my room. I want you close as often as possible.” He kisses me and I hold him close as I kiss him back. It takes Rowena clearing her throat for us to split apart. He gives me one more grin before he turns and leaves us to our training. Rowena and I turn to find a place where we can sit. “Alright, right now we are just going to do some meditation. We need you to be able to clear your mind and focus on what’s inside of you and around you without your sight. Eventually, you need to be able to call on those things with your eyes open too. I brought a blindfold just in case.”

She was holding a pencil as she talked to me. "Hi,Beth. What are you doing?” I asked her, curiously looking at whatever she was doing. Her aura was purple which meant concentration and there was also some yellow color around her. "I am drawing a picture of my family,” she informed me, not even looking up at me, which in some wolves eyes was a sign of disrespect, but I adored Beth so that didn't matter to me at all.

Sebastian said, grinning. "Can this really cover your eyes?" Belinda asked. She waved the blindfold that Sebastian had used previously. When Sebastian saw the blindfold, he couldn't help laughing. Nothing could cover Sebastian's eyes, not even ten layers of cloth. The blindfold was just a piece of black gauze. Belinda had clearly tried it herself, which was why she was asking him now. Anyone with enough skill would be able to see through the flimsy blindfold.