Blue Masquerade Mask Novels & Stories

The blue-masked woman moved behind, her hands sliding up my back, unfastening my gown to let it fall, exposing my breasts to the cool air, her mouth descending to suck a nipple hard, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Oh god,” I whimpered, the combined assault overwhelming, and the gold-masked leader chuckled, stepping closer, her hands cupping my face, kissing me deeply, her tongue dominating mine. The silver-masked woman increased the vibrator’s speed, the hum intensifying, while the purple-masked woman added a third finger, thrusting deep into my wet cunt, stretching me further. The red-masked woman’s tongue delved deeper, her hands spreading my thighs wider, and I rocked against her face

The only problems were; this was a masquerade Ball and everyone was dressed in their finest; and everyone was wearing complicated masks so no one could be recognized at first glance. I wore an aqua blue ball gown with silver threading and a silver mask to go with it. I’d tied my golden hair in an elegant French bun at the back of my head and used a silver comb with blue gemstones to secure the bun in place. Several tendrils of hair fell around my face and the only jewelry I was wearing were a blue teardrop necklace that Jonathan had gifted me this morning and my daylight bracelet. Jonathan wore a black suit and pants with a blue shirt underneath. His mask was set in black with glittering blu

I checked the time and guessed she would return before half-past eight. My phone rang. Melo. "Yes?" I answered. "She got into a car, boss." "What color? Did you get the plate?" "It’s too dark. I couldn’t see the code. The car is blue, and there’s a woman inside." I exhaled slowly. "Thank you, Melo. You can go home. I’ll find someone else to replace you." I hung up and opened my desk drawer, pulling out the mask I had bought for the masquerade.

Their joint juices poured out of her as he got a piece of clothing to wipe her off. "That was mind-blowing." She whispered. "Thanks Rox." He kissed her forehead as her eyes fluttered close. He picked her up, carrying her up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. "She's starting to wake up." Maureen whispered to Teq and they hurriedly slipped a hole-less ski mask over Blue's head. It was basically a big breathable beanie. Under the mask, Blue's eyes fluttered open and she was met with utter darkness. She blinked a few times and could immediately sense her environment. She knew she was in a bright lit mode of transportation and she was on a mask.

“In return, I will give you all the dresses you want—free of charge.” “What?” I blurted out, stepping back. Before we could even process what he meant, Mario walked over to the covered rack beside him. With one dramatic tug, he pulled off the black velvet veil. Gasps escaped our mouths. There it was, the dress. A breathtaking midnight blue masquerade gown shimmered under the boutique lights. The bodice was delicately embroidered with silver thread that caught the light like stars. The skirt flowed like a dream—layers of tulle and satin, soft as a whisper, edged with tiny crystal beads. A matching ornate mask hung beside it, glinting like moonlight.

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

They are many times more beautiful than the interiors of the rest of the rosehip waiter rooms. He took a few steps around the room, just as he was about to sweep the room with a broom when suddenly he heard a sound from behind, which startled him enough to knock the broom on the floor. When Terry turned around, there was only a man in a blue mask. This is not a mask that covers only the eyes and mouth, but a mask that covers the entire face, so only the eyes are exposed. Because he was panicking and seeing this mask, Terry couldn't help but let out a scream.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

She turned and walked back to the table. From a bag, she pulled out something wrapped in tissue paper. "Hold this," she said, handing my dad the dress. After he took it, Viv carefully removed the white paper, producing a stunning mask, decorated in glittering beads of lilac, teal, and fuchsia the same shades as several soft-looking feathers that protruded from one side. The beading around the eyes was black. "Mr. Henry said the party theme was a masked ball." She touched a delicate feather. "This mask is from Milan and cost more than most people make in a year."

The third festival was a masquerade filled with wonder and excitement. Everyone’s true identity was hidden under masks and elaborate costumes. I was wearing a modest white mask and Gregory wore a blue mask with a large bent beak that would have made him unrecognizable had it not been for the fact that I had already seen it before the party. Everyone was anonymous under their mask and I spent a long time trying to decipher the identity of the guests.