Gojo Blindfold Novels & Stories

Knowing Elle, my match against her would definitely not be an easy one. ‘‘Tch, fine!’’ Helpless, I clicked my tongue once dejectedly as I rolled my eyes. I helped myself to get up from the ground before I crossed my arms and looked at Ezekiel. My eyebrows shot up as I added, ‘‘So, what now? What should we do this time?’’ Ezekiel brought out something from his pocket and outstretched his hand to show it to me. It was the same blindfold from before. ‘‘Wear this,’’ Ezekiel then spoke.

I hated pedro way too much to know him well enough to choose him with a blind fold on. I leaned closer to Pedro, whispering my reluctance. “I don’t want to participate in this game.” He did not look at me but I felt his grip on my hand tightened, there was this determination in his eyes, he was looking forward the game. “It’s just a game, Tessa. Don’t overthink it.” Before I could protest further, the host selected me to begin and in split seconds had the blindfold safely secured over my eyes. I had been picked.

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."

"That's it, exactly...a dildo gangbang!" "Anyway, we'll pump each dildo slow, three times and you get one chance to name the dildo or who it is. If you answer wrong, we're gonna fuck you with it for ten minutes, so you don't forget...and nobody's touching your clit...and we withhold the spit roasting for those ten minutes...no clit...no spit roast! If you answer correct, you get five minutes with that dildo, a spit roast, and we might tease your clit...but sparingly." He laughed, "We want you to last." Jodi was blindfolded, with her arms and legs stretched to each corner of the swing, yearning to be fucked. Gangbanged or anything in between...she didn't care...she just wanted to be fucked.

The announcer says. Crawling is difficult with a plug up my ass, but the sensitivity is low enough that I can endure the only issue is the blindfold. I can tell Christopher’s general direction but I'm not about to take chances and pick Alessio by mistake. My hand moves to the back of my head, and I pull the blindfold off; the room is dim enough that it's not painful to adjust my eyes. Ah... whoa, Christopher looks so angry. Do I really have to pick him?

he told me, stepping forward and beginning to loop the dark cloth around my eyes, “is to force them to rely on it in order to solve a problem. By taking away your sense of sight, you’ll have to focus entirely on scent to complete this obstacle course.” I was completely distracted by the feeling of his smooth, strong hands wrapping the dark cloth around my head, tucking a loose lock of hair behind my ear before tying the blindfold with one quick, steady tug. My heart was thrumming against my ribcage to have him stand so close. But his last words cut through the haze. “Wait – did you say an obstacle course?” I turned, as if I’d be able to stare him down with the blindfold covering my eyes. Vin

“He is blind-folded. Should we remove the blind-fold?” “Nah, leave it on for now. I am sure he will move or something,” the male I now know as Joey responds. Listening to this conversation, I find myself feeling utterly disappointed. It is clear that these folks are not pros. The successful kidnapping was probably just dumb luck.

"Can I take off this blindfold, please?" "Yes, you can," Shadrach nodded, taking the blindfold off. Wynter adjusted her eyes to the brightness. Slowly, she removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in awe. She was right; they were in a garden, but not the one everyone could expect. The indoor garden was a magical oasis. Strings of fairy lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the lush greenery. Each plant seemed to shimmer under the light, their leaves glistening like jewels.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

Sebastian said, grinning. "Can this really cover your eyes?" Belinda asked. She waved the blindfold that Sebastian had used previously. When Sebastian saw the blindfold, he couldn't help laughing. Nothing could cover Sebastian's eyes, not even ten layers of cloth. The blindfold was just a piece of black gauze. Belinda had clearly tried it herself, which was why she was asking him now. Anyone with enough skill would be able to see through the flimsy blindfold.