Pretending To Be Blind Novels & Stories

I stood up straight, ready not to show my fork of weakness. “Hey,” a feminine voice whispered in my head. I looked around. It was more scary than Rylan who was coming down with an evil smirk. I sighed and turned back to Rylan, he was taking his time. “Hey,” the voice said again but this time it was louder. “Who are you?” I whispered and took a step away. “You tell me,” the voice said back. “Quick, pretend to be blind, get some blood in your eyes.” I didn’t wait. I turned around and touched my forehead. My hand was damp with blood so I quickly covered my face with both palms covered in blood. I took another step and fell intentionally.

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.'”

Sheri replied, smiling, trying not to show the nervousness that had her stomach in knots. "We're going to start phase two today," Charles informed her. "I want you to put this on," he said, holding out a blindfold. "Really?" she asked, feeling the silky material as he placed it in her hand. "Yes," Charles replied. "I want to see you react to stimulus without sight. It'll make it much more intense." "You're sure about this?" Sheri asked, looking at him. "Of course you're sure," she said, laughing. "Don't let me stub my toe," she said as she tied the blindfold around her head, her whole world now blind.

"But you won't stop me. Because you want to see if it works. If I can really become no one." Silence. The cold deep. The dark green. She was right. I wanted to see. But not for the reason she thought. I raised the cane. Not to strike. To show her. "I brought this," I said. "Your cane. Ten years of performance. Blindness real and fake." She opened one eye. "I don't need it," I continued. "I never did. But I took it. Because without it, you're just..." I searched for the word. "Naked. Visible. Someone who has to be seen."

Finally, I stop, my chest heaving, my arms hanging heavy at my sides. "You are trying to see me," the blind man says. "That is your mistake. Your eyes are lying to you. They show you where I was, not where I am going." He taps his stick against the floor. "Close your eyes." "What?" "Close your eyes. You cannot fight what you cannot see. So stop trying to see." I look at Mark. He nods once. I close my eyes. The darkness is immediate and complete. Without sight, like the world shrinks to the sounds around me. My own breathing, and drip of water somewhere in the distance. The soft tap of the blind man's stick against the stone floor.

Neither of us noticed the small red light blinking in the corner of the room. Hidden behind a book on the shelf. A tiny camera. No bigger than a button. Recording everything. Watching everything. Sending a live feed to someone far away. Someone who smiled as she watched. Someone who whispered to herself, "Perfect. This is perfect. Now everyone will see. Now everyone will know what kind of man Derrick Cole really is. Taking advantage of a blind, helpless girl. They'll destroy him for me. And I won't have to lift a finger." But we didn't know any of that.

"Yes, please. Then we want you to remove any underwear and arrange yourself on the bench, length ways. Get your bearings before you put on the blindfold as you won't be able to see anything after." My heart is in my mouth as I place the blindfold across my eyes and reach behind my head to fasten the strap securely. My hands are shaking, the combined effects of nervous anticipation and fast-building arousal, when I reach under my skirt to hook my thumbs in the waistband of my thong. I peel the brief miniscule confection down my legs and step out.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

"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.

“Let’s hear the naughty game you have in mind.” “So, it goes like this. I will blindfold you and we will fuck your sweet holes at the same time. Afterwards, you will distinguish who was fucking your ass and who was fucking your pussy. If you get it correctly, I will eat you out. If you don't, hmm…” he trailed off, his brows furrowing as he pretended to think deeply. “What?” I asked impatiently with a pout. “If you don't, you will suck our cocks together.”