Blindfolded Synonym Novels & Stories

"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."

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.'”

“Because vision is a distraction. After not having it for so long, it’s loud in its existence. Being blind, I had to focus on all of my other senses, including internally to survive. She’s saying it’s going to be harder to focus like that with having my eye sight back.” Levantus is still a little confused, but has a small idea of what Odessa and Rowena are saying. “I’m sorry, I’ve never been blind, so I have no idea what it’s like. Or what it really means to focus internally. For me, eye sight is essential. Though, it’s part of what makes me feel that she’s the strongest woman I know. Being able to do the things you have while blind… it’s incredible.” Odessa blushed while Rowena nods her hea

I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step. Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon. Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks. A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room. "Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don't have the patience for games." The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room. I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.

Something was wrong, but she went anyway. At 10:50 PM, she left her apartment, like an automaton, movements precise, breath short, thoughts stifled. The streets were calm, dark, full of that complicit silence that envelops premeditated wrongs. A black car was already waiting, engine running, at the usual corner. As soon as she opened the door, a gloved hand reached out to hand her the blindfold. She tied it herself, slowly, docilely. The rules hadn't changed. The ride was mute, dense, saturated with a dangerous calm. She saw nothing. Didn't speak. Asked no questions. As always.

Her own voice was the only response she received. She shook her head, trying to clear the haze of confusion. The blindfold remained tightly in place, blocking her sight, leaving her vulnerable and disoriented. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear thrumming through every inch of her being. She couldn't see them. She couldn't see anything at all. All she could do was sit there, helpless and alone.

I smirk, fully intending to walk away the moment they do, to find my own satisfaction without their teasing games. Blake’s laughter is a low, mocking sound. “Oh no, little birdie. That chance is long gone. Now, the only thing you’re begging for is the orgasm,” he taunts, his voice dripping with challenge. I shake my head fiercely—I refuse to beg for something they’re trying to withhold. The blindfold slips back over my eyes, and the earbud follows, trapping me in an isolating silence.

With my free hand, I wrap the small, black, silky blindfold over her eyes. “Sin.” She arches her back.

Samuel folded it and placed it on Amy’s face as a blindfold. “Samuel … I’m scared ….” “Darling, it’s a part of our game. With a tie to hold your hands and blindfold to cover your eyes, you will lose your power to move and to see, but it will heighten your pleasure. Trust me.” “I … I’ll try.” Her voice was shaky. “If you feel it’s too much, we can use a safe word. What word do you want to choose? If you say it, I’ll stop. Choose an unusual word that we won’t use when we make out.”

The room was silent, except for the heavy, predatory hum of the vibrator. It was a deep, low sound that made the very air shake against my skin. I was trapped on the bed, my wrists cold and heavy in the metal cuffs, stretched out and utterly exposed. I couldn’t see a thing behind the thick black blindfold, which only made the darkness feel like it was pressing into my pores. Every sensation was dialed up to a thousand.