Cotton Ball Blindfold Game Novels & Stories

Nathan asked and I could also see Anna smile when she replied, "With how hard you slammed the door opened, I would assume so." I could hear footsteps on tile and then the moving of a curtain as, for the first time, their scents filled my nose. My mate smelled heavenly while Anna smelt of medicine but the faint scent of peaches could be detected. As the two approached me, the small ball of fluff stopped growling and I could feel something brushing the material that was stretched across my torso. "Well, it looks like Roxa beat you into greeting him." Anna said and I heard the ball of fluff, Roxa, let out a playful yip as she heard her name. "I guess so but Anna could you give my mate and I a m

At this rate, he might not have fifteen minutes. “I like sweets,” Gloomie replied, and Zen quickly stuffed some in her mouth. The waterworks slowed, and the happiness meter rose slightly. Getting the hang of it, Zen looked around. He had to choose easy games that would not sabotage him. “Should we play pin the tail?” he asked, holding out the picture of a donkey and some tails. Gloomie nodded happily and handed out blindfolds. “First to pin it on the correct spot after spinning ten rounds wins!” she declared.

" She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens! Kelly was into the game already. She was looking alive and ready. Tala wrote something on the piece of paper and then wrote number one to ten on another piece of paper. I watched in curiosity as she tore each number and folded it. "This game is similar to pick and act, but it involves two participant." She added. She made us sit on the floor, as we all sat in circle. A bottle of alcohol was kept in the center.

Regardless, with the sweet eaten, Zayne clapped before announcing, “Alright, onto the next game! This time, Zivon will be the one blindfolded instead, and a bucket will be placed a few steps away from him. His goal will be to either toss a dart inside or outside the bucket. The catch? Xavia will be standing right on top of the bucket, and before each dart is thrown, Zivon will have to ask her whether Xavia wants the dart to be shot inside or outside!” “The game ends when Zivon successfully tosses the dart in accordance with Xavia's answer!” concluded Zayne, instantly causing Xavia to go red! What kind of perverted game was this?! Zivon himself was already frowning slightly. Though he would’v

" Hmph... If you say so." " So, enjoying the party?" Tricia asked again. " Don't know. I'm just sitting down here." Natalie sure knows how to block all chances of being asked personal questions. " How about we play a game? " Celine suggested. " A party isn't fun without its games." " A game. I like the sound of that." Natalie answered. " So what game should we play?" Bella asked. " Oh, I know... Spin the bottle." Tricia piped in. I glanced at Natalie. She didn't seem affected by it. She took a bottle from the table and emptied the contents on the floor and place it on the table.

I say, matching his tease. “Touch?” Dominic presses. “Maybe…” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “Then we should play a game,” Ashton says. Curiosity sparks through me, though a part of me already knows this won’t be an innocent game. “What’s the game about?” I ask, my voice cautious yet intrigued. “With a blindfold over your eyes,” Ashton says, his tone dripping with mischief, “we’re going to take turns with you… and you’ll have to tell us which touch belongs to who.”

Sam muttered to Night. “If we fall into love, will that be covered too?” Kim, who heard what Sam said, winked. Night cracked the tiniest smirk. Sky turned to Aron. “Please don’t shout at me.” “Only with love, babe,” Aron replied, already tying the blindfold. — The game kicked off in pure chaos. The path was lined with foam blocks, pillows, and even a rogue yoga ball. The boys weren’t just tripping—they were full-on flailing.

Bonus Chapter 16 — Blindfold & Sensory Play Future scene – their 5th wedding anniversary, in their loft, turning a quiet night into something deliberate and intense The loft is dim, lit only by a single row of low candles along the windowsill and the soft glow of city lights filtering through half-drawn curtains. Jamie is already on the bed—naked, wrists loosely cuffed to the headboard with soft leather restraints (quick-release, always). A black silk blindfold covers his eyes, tied snug but not tight. His breathing is slow, deliberate—anticipating.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

he concurred. "Now let's see which will go first. We have Tease, the one on the red blindfold; we have Barely, the one on the orange blindfold; then we have Minimum, the one on the green blindfold; then we have Maximum, the one on the white blindfold; and then we have Perk, the one on the yellow blindfold. Each of them will go according to the level, and each person would have only five minutes with you. I gasped. "Now, put on your mask, lose the blindfold for the first one's eyes, and then he will take it from there."