Faking Being Blind Novels & Stories

"Yeah." Carefully, Sebestian brings the blindfold up to Ammy's face, who closes her eyes. The silk feels cool on her skin as Sebestian ties it behind her head, and when Ammy opens her eyes again, her lashes touching the soft fabric of the blindfold, it makes no difference - she sees nothing. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Despite the fact that they can't see it, Ammy raises an eyebrow. "I have no freaking idea. Can't see shit."

"I can't do this," I say as I stare at a guideline that Mira quickly prepared for me along with some psychology books on how to approach a person with disabilities. It's not the help part I was worried about, it was the lying aspect of it. Mira told me about how a blind person gets by in life, and how one recognizes space. Frequent movements include body rocking, repetitive handling of objects, and hand and finger movements all that seemed easy, but it felt like that because I wasn't in those shoes.

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.

The big guy was back. My hands flew to my hair, smoothing it without thinking. I adjusted my shaky expression to something halfway between oblivious and saintly, like a blind nun waiting for communion wine. The weight of what I’d seen in East wing still curled cold at the base of my spine, but my face didn’t get the memo. That was the thing about pretending to be blind—you learned early how to weaponize stillness.

" The guilt on his face had transformed into undisguised pain, which only seemed fake to me. Fighting through the tearing pain in my body, I dragged my injured leg toward the operating room doors.

And she realized that the person who had done this to him… was herself. She dropped to her knees with a hard thud in the middle of the reeking pile of junk. She clawed at her own hair, a raw, inhuman howl tearing out of her throat, sounding like an animal that had just had its heart ripped out. Tears poured down her face. Natalie looked down at her imperiously, watching her kneel in the garbage. Her lips curved into a cold, mocking smile. "The woman who pretended she couldn't see was actually genuinely blind for once. Too bad there's no place for you in his world anymore."

If anything, it got even more possessive, tracing deliberately across my skin, slick with sweat and hypersensitive like a freshly peeled egg. He let his fingers wander down from my still-heaving waist to the trembling skin along the inside of my thigh, slow and too focused to be random. He still didn't remove the velvet blindfold over my eyes. Being robbed of sight turned the waiting and the not knowing into a different kind of torture. The dark made everything more charged. Then something cold and firm was placed in my limp hand. The surface was rubbery, oddly smooth, like fake skin, but missing the warmth of real flesh. I knew exactly what it was the second I touched it-a sizable fake cock

Pretending like everything was fine, I cleared my throat, “I will fix it." “How is that going to happen when you can't see?" He asked like I had told him about it. “What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning not to know what he was talking about. “Your eyes, what's wrong with them?” “I… uh… nothing,” I stammered. “Just tired, sir.” “You’ve been blinking at your screen for the last two minutes,” he said flatly. “You can’t see.” “I can see,” I lied but he didn't buy it.

and await his answer. The frown disappears from his face and he looks impressed with the much discomfort he's causing me, "The blindfolds are in my room, but I don't think you'd let me go and I don't have the strength to leave at this point, so we are going to have to improvise." He smiles and this time is deep because his dimple appears for the first time today, "Don't worry, I've got you." He assures before covering my eyes up, but I'd be damn if I say I completely trust him now. First I'm cut off from the use of my hand and then I can't cum unless I let him know and receive his permission and now I'm unable to use my eyes and trust him.

Those three young girls wheeled back and saw a man following behind them, wearing sunglasses and pretending to be blind with the guiding cane in his hand, pointing gently at his feet. The three girls yells their lungs out and stumbled back a few steps in fear. “Motherf*cker! Who the heck are you? Do you have a death wish?” The guy who was pretending to be blind removed his sunglasses without hesitation. In the next second, the three of them surrounded Fane. “No, I think you’re the ones who have death wishes!” Fane could not bother with all the nonsense anymore. He leaped two steps forwards, swung his arms, and threw out three blasting punches onto each of them. “Ah!”