Looking Up Through Eyelashes Novels & Stories

GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once. Twice. Thrice. The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.

He inspected her face, a big grin spread across his cheeks. She willed herself not to cry. "Hold on," he said. His eyes narrowed. He pressed his thumb gently into her closed eye and cleared away the gob of cum. Her false eyelash came undone and hung from her eye. She raised both her hands in the air, near her face. "Wait," he whispered. He took the eyelash with his fingers and tugged it from her eye. It popped off, pulling at her eyelid. She laughed and tried to turn her head, but he held her chin.

“You open the door as stay like this. It might seem funny, they might even laugh, but don’t feel embarrassed. It actually excites them. You see how this position pushes out all my curves? Yes, just like that.” Oh. “Then you make eye contact, flap and flutter your eyelids. Like this.” I never knew I would be part of this experiment. So I flinch when her eyes land on mine. Seductively. Her eyes go slanted, could be my imagination, but her pupils get bigger. Then slowly, up, down she begin to flap her lids, in the process, looking at me up to down. Seductively. And it feels cring. So I look away.

Those golden flecks scatter throughout her irises like stars strewn across a night sky, concentrated more densely around her pupils before gradually becoming more sparse as they extend toward the outer edges. "Hi," the word emerges from my mouth. She blinks slowly, her long, naturally curled eyelashes sweeping down and then up again. "Hi" . We continue moving in our simple pattern—side step, close step, side step, close step. "You look beautiful." The words slip past my lips without passing through any mental filter first.

Or is it normal? He raises his fingers to my eye level. "Signs of an aroused woman. Dilated pupils. Flushed cheeks. Unfocused gaze." I close my eyes and breathe through my mouth. I use my right hand to wave across my face, fanning seriously. Is it just me, or did the room get hotter?

I was curious about the look on Lord Blade's face but I did not dare look up at him. He wouldn't hesitate to behead me. “Look at me!” he commanded suddenly. I slowly looked up at him from my eyelids as my head was still lowered. Suddenly, I felt a hand under my chin and then, my head was lifted upwards. “When I say look at me, you need to turn your head up at me. Understand?” his light grey orbs bore into mine.

"I'm ready to explain." Taking out her blunt pencil, Grace nodded with a thin smile. "I'm ready too. You can start explaining from her face because I'll be painting from the stomach up to the head." “I see.” Adro nodded, then began to explain, "Joselyn has a pair of melancholy eyes with long and curly eyelashes. She's a girl with beige hair up to her eyebrows, and her eyelashes are the same color. Her lashes shade a pair of bright blue irises that shine as bright as the clear summer sky."

Bright blue eyes with black blotches around the pupil exuded the wisdom of the ages, hidden in the depths, giving the look a mysterious expressiveness. He looks down, sees everything that is happening on the ground around, the senses of tracking are involved and open a wide panorama of vision. A lot of energy is spent on this, but here you can afford to spend it boldly, the streams passing nearby will replenish your strength. Brook-ta-man thought, reminiscing.

After a long time, After collecting her courage and emotions, Adrija raised her eyes and looked straight into his eyes, nodding her head gently. "YES." Her voice was sweet and soft, her cheeks were red, and her eyelashes were thick and curly. Her eyelashes were thick and curly. There seemed to be ripples in her eyes, moist and bright, drawing him into her gaze like a hook wrapping around him, making him unable to move. As she spoke, her lips moved slightly under his finger.

Its blazing light and tremendous heat was spreading warmth throughout the atmosphere. She raised his neck towards the sky so that she could have a look at the sun. But can one see that proud sun with open eyes? No. The same happened with her. Her eyes formed tears as soon as she looked up, challenging the bright light. She giggled at her childishness. Uff! When will you grow up, Hazel? Her subconscious mocked her. She rubbed her eyes gently. Those wet eyelashes tickled her skin and more water spilled out of her eyes. Once she was done with it, she sighed and looked down through the railing. She found a man flirting with the girl of this mansion—in which she lived.