Cupid Blind Novels & Stories

Alpha James clears his throat to get our attention. “Good evening, one and all. Thank you for joining this year’s mating ceremony. As you have all heard, this year is going to be different. We are going to have a hunt. The males have been blindfolded and cannot take them off until they find their mate if she is there. If a female decides she wants to run around the woods, the males are allowed to take their blind folds off after giving them a little bit of a head start.” Alpha James announced, looking around. We start hearing a lot of growling coming from the males.

I’m sitting in a dark room, naked on a bed; not a sliver of light can be seen. This is what I agreed to—no sight, no sound, for one night of mind-blowing pleasure. My heart beats rapidly as I wait for my partner. I’m getting used to blind sex, the name of the new kink in the sex world. You put your name in the pool and get matched with the most compatible lover based on your interests. I hope they got it right for me because I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks since receiving the invite. My center is soaking wet just thinking of the things that will be done to it tonight.

And we had one more game to prove it. Kylian stepped up again like the café was his personal stage. “Alright, for our final round—we’re bringing the drama,” he grinned. “This one’s called Blindfold Match-Up.” The crowd leaned in, instantly curious. “Here’s how it works,” Kylian continued, pacing with way too much energy. “Guys will be blindfolded. The girls will be lined up. No talking, no hints, no movement. You stand where we place you, and that’s it. Each guy’s got sixty seconds to find his girl or partner——for those doing this with a friend——If you’re confident you’ve got the right one, go ahead and kiss her."

The waitress noticed the diminishing excitement and anticipation on Cecilia's face. With a clientele as diverse as theirs, there was a familiar routine and explanation. "It does block the view, but it's intentional," she explained. "Today happens to be our coffee shop's weekly collective blind date day. On this day, all the customers on the second floor become participants in a blind date. Our boss specifically set up these bamboo curtains to help everyone quickly find a compatible match. It's convenient for those attending the blind date not to judge based on appearances."

There is enough magic in this cottage for me to rid you of that fucking mark. ‘Eros, NO’ She screamed at him, but he was beyond listening. his hand went around her throat, squeezing it; his eyes dark with lust, ‘Stop calling me fucking Eros, I am Cupid, his twin.’ Tegan froze beneath him, ‘Tw, twin? Eros has a twin?’ Cupid growled, his eyes glowing gold, ‘Yes we are twins now spread your fucking legs hybrid, I am going to take you and Eros will be here soon then he will take you. When we make you ours, we will both mark you, and there is nothing Killian can do; he has no idea where you are.’

In the blink of an eye, I was in the presence of Cupid and grasped his wings so that he could not escape. "A-forgive me!" he screamed in panic. This sucks. "Hey, tell me where you used to meet handsome men!" Instead of answering my question, the damn Cupid gawked at me with a puzzled look. "Hey!" I exclaimed, annoyed. The Cupid immediately stammered and pointed to a skyscraper that looked very conspicuous, not far from our place. "D-there!"Cupid exclaimed nervously. "What place is that?" "The biggest entertainment agency building on Earth. There is where handsome men, and beautiful women gather!"

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.'”

I love him. The words have me tripping over my feet. I managed to regain my balance before I fall. Oh my God, I love him. He's everything I've ever wanted in a mate. Sweet, caring, and considerate. I want to spend my life with him. I'll just have to convince him that I'm the right woman for him. He doesn't believe anyone would want to be with him since he's blind but I don't care. I'll keep him and take care of him forever. With my mind made up I run the rest of the way, expecting to find him sitting on the porch but the lights are off. There's no one here. Is he running late? That's unlike him. Then again, no one is perfect.

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?

“Your wife did this. She spilled hot coffee all over me, and she did it on purpose.” Daniel frowned, clearly unimpressed. “You’re overreacting.” “I am not,” I snapped. “She waited until the last second and tilted the cup. She knew exactly what she was doing.” He closed his laptop slowly, as if already tired of the conversation. “Judy, calm down.” “Don’t tell me to calm down,” I shot back. “I was burned, and I was humiliated in my own house.” “She’s blind,” he said firmly. “How could she possibly plan something like that?”