Chapter 7

I’ve been blind since birth. Never seen a butterfly, a tree, or anyone’s face. I know that sparks curiosity — and I get it, because I hear all the ridiculous shit you people say about a blind person’s life that honestly makes me laugh until I cry. For me, my life is normal. I’ve never known anything else, so I learned to be happy in my own way.

It’d been a while since I’d hooked up with anyone, you know? I was in a dry spell. Then a friend decided to set me up with some guys. One of them was super nice… and hot. How do I know he was good-looking? Duh, my friends told me! And look, my idea of beauty is different. For me, what matters is a good smell, smooth skin to touch, a well-groomed beard… those kinds of things.

They kept bugging the poor guy with a million instructions about me. “Don’t do this, don’t leave her alone, watch out for that” — like I was some fragile porcelain doll about to get lost in the world. I think he almost bailed. Almost. But thank God, he didn’t.

Right on time, he showed up. I’d planned to cook dinner for him, and his scent hit me first — it came through the door and found me before he did. Warm, woody… I was already melting with anticipation. I opened the door and felt his presence filling the doorway, standing there on the hallway carpet.

“Hey, how’s it going? Come on in,” I said, trying to sound casual, but my heart was pounding.

He came in smiling, gave me a tight hug, the kind that says a lot already, and a kiss on the cheek, lingering a bit. Sneaky bastard… point for him.

“Pretty good, and you?” he replied. “Brought some wine. Mind if I stick it in the fridge?”

“Go ahead, sure. If you want, you can turn on the light, okay? I don’t need it, so I don’t even know if the bulbs still work.”

“Relax, the girls gave me a full rundown on how to act here,” he said, laughing.

“Oh, they’re something else… But no big secret. Just don’t leave stuff out of place — like in any house, right?”

I’ve never been a master chef. I always manage the basics, and the presentation of the dishes… well, looks were never my strong suit in the kitchen. I’m blind, right? No way to know if the food looks pretty, just if it smells good and tastes great. I made spaghetti Bolognese — foolproof — and we ate together. And of course, I cracked all the blind jokes I know. I love the vibe when a guy doesn’t know whether to laugh or apologize.

Then came dessert, he did the dishes — cute, trying to figure out where everything goes — and stuck around in the kitchen with me, listening closely as I told him: “This one goes here, that one there, watch the drawer.” And he was hanging on my every word like it was some hypnotic podcast. Typical. There’s always that enchanted look, like “oh my God, she does everything on her own.” It’s kind of annoying. But whatever, I’m used to impressing without trying.

After the last dish was done, he went quiet for a few seconds, then his voice dropped lower, almost lazy:

“You always lived alone?”

The intention slipping under the question, almost unnoticeable. Almost.

“Always. Ever since I left my parents’ place… Why? Wanna move in with me?”

“Hey, why not? We could do a test run. See if it works out…”

“Test run?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “What exactly does that include?”

“Oh, nothing major… gotta know if you snore, if you’ve got bad breath…”

“Hmm… but hold up. You talking about sharing the apartment… or the bed?”

He laughed, with that vibe of someone who’d lost the thread of the conversation minutes ago.

“With prices these days… one bedroom would be a huge savings.”

“Look at you… starting to think you’re trying to take advantage of the blind girl…”

“Maybe just a little,” he said, stepping closer. His scent again, nearer. “But it’s for a good cause.”

“Oh yeah?”

When someone kisses you out of nowhere, no sound first, just that thick silence and a warm presence closing in… it’s always a jolt. Suddenly he was there, his breath brushing my face, and his mouth hit mine dead on. I smiled into the kiss, had to focus to keep my balance. His lips were soft, wet just right, and he tasted amazing — with a hint of Bolognese that made me chuckle inside.

He was the type that pins you with his body. He pulled me in slow, his chest against mine, arms wrapping around until I was fully pressed into him, backed against the sink. His hot tongue explored my mouth firmly, and his hands slid down, seeking out the softest parts of my body. When he grabbed my ass hard, I had to pump the brakes a bit.

“Babe… easy there. I’ve never seen a cock before, okay?”

“What do you mean? You a virgin?”

“No, honey. I said I’ve never seen a cock. You forget? I’m blind.”

He laughed out loud, that deep, chest-rumbling kind. I felt his body shake against mine and took the chance to grab his hand, warm and big, and led him to the bedroom.

There, standing up, I hooked my leg around his waist, feeling the heat build between us. I kissed his neck, rubbing my thigh against his, sensing the hair and the solid muscle. Our clothes vanished piece by piece, each touch waking up my whole body. We tumbled onto the bed together, tangled, in total surrender. His body was firm, solid, packed with muscles that crushed me in the best way. The hair on his chest brushed my sensitive skin, and he held me like he didn’t want me to get away — and I didn’t want to either.

He moved his mouth down slow, exploring my body like he was mapping every inch with his tongue. When he reached my chest, he let out a hot sigh that goosebumped my whole skin. First, he just brushed his lips there, no rush, just his breath’s warmth teasing me.

His tongue started circling my nipple slow, wet, firm, that delicious contrast with the cooler night air. When he finally sucked, full mouth, my whole body lit up — a shiver racing from the base of my spine to my nape.

He switched between sucking and licking, leaving everything throbbing, and his hands gripped my waist like he was staking a claim. With every harder suck, a low, husky moan escaped me, and he smiled against my skin, like he was loving the effect he had.

“You naughty boy… Wait, is the light on?”

“You said it doesn’t matter to you!”

“Naughty, you wanna see me, don’t you?”

He didn’t even answer.

He kept going down with his mouth, licking my body like he was thirsty for me. His beard scraped my hot skin, making me shiver all over. Each kiss left a wet, teasing trail, and when he hit my belly, he paused. Kissed hard there, buried his nose, breathed deep like he wanted to memorize my scent. And went lower.

He spread my legs with his big hands, no fuss, and felt how wet I already was — totally ready for him. He ran his tongue slow between my lips, from bottom to clit, that first touch pulling a raw, uncontrolled moan from me. His mouth locked onto my pussy like he was starving.

He ate me out hard, tongue firm and wet, dipping between my lips, sucking my clit like he wanted to drive me insane. Circles, then straight licks, then sucking again — no breaks, no mercy. I could only writhe and moan, louder each time, feeling his fingers spread me wider, exposing everything for him to devour.

He moaned with me, like he was devouring the best pussy in the world. He’d mutter curses between licks, low in the midst of his groans, like he was high on lust. When he thrust his tongue inside me and shook his head hard, like he was fucking me with his mouth, I nearly came right then, in the middle of that filthy, delicious scene.

“What a wet fucking pussy…” he murmured, and dove back in with even more hunger.

I was already lost, on the edge, limp and melting in his mouth, but with that fire still caught in my throat, wanting more. I grabbed his hair hard, pulled, and whispered in his ear, voice rough with need:

“Get up here… I want your mouth and your cock at the same time.”

He let out a low groan, almost a growl, and climbed up. I shifted on the bed, lay on my side, legs spread, body still shaking. I felt him positioning over me, and before he could hesitate, I gripped his hip tight.

“Relax… I don’t need to see shit to know what to do with it.”

His tip brushed my lips, heavy, hot, with that musky scent of hard, sweaty cock that made me even wetter. I opened my mouth and let my tongue out first, exploring, feeling the skin’s texture, the veins pulsing. When I took him between my lips and started sucking slow, his whole body shuddered above me.

He went back to my pussy with even more fire, eating me like I was the only thing that mattered. The weight of his body on me, his belly against my back, his muffled moans against my pussy while I swallowed his cock eagerly… it all drove me wild.

I tasted him on my tongue, felt the hair scraping my cheek, smelled the strong tang of his wet dick, heard the sounds of his mouth on my soaked clit — all at once. It was rough, hot, messy, and perfect. He held my hips, spreading my legs wider, licking deep, tongue-fucking me while I sucked every inch, feeling his head throb in my mouth.

“Fuck…” he whispered against my skin, moaning. “You suck so good…”

I let his cock slip out just to reply, voice slick with spit and juices:

“Thanks, but you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

And I took him deep to my throat again, hand firm on his ass, pulling hard.

He pulled away from my pussy, panting, breath heavy, cock throbbing, still licking my wetness like he never wanted to stop. He climbed up my body and nipped my shoulder lightly, voice rough and urgent:

“Get on all fours for me… I need to fuck you now.”

Just hearing that made my body react. I rolled over quick, arched my back, braced my arms on the mattress, ass up for him, totally open, pulsing with want. I felt his hands on my thighs, firm, making space, exploring. His cockhead nudged my entrance, wet and throbbing, and I pushed back a little, craving it all.

“Fuck me… fuck me deep. Hard. I want to feel all of you.”

He did. He slammed in all at once, no mercy, to the hilt. A dull smack, my moan muffled in the pillow. I’m loud, can’t hide it — every thrust pulled a raw, loud, dirty moan from me.

“Yeah… yeah, fuck… deeper… fuck me harder!” I begged, repeated, nonstop, with every stroke.

He gripped my waist tight, yanking me back onto him, the slap of our hips echoing in the room. His cock plunged in and out hard, wet smacks, fucking with raw need, that good kind of hate, like he wanted to break something inside me. And I did — I wanted him to wreck me with pleasure, leave no room to think about anything else.

“Yeah, shit… more… more… deeper! Fuck me, fuck me hard, don’t stop…” my voice broke amid the moans, body sweating, shaking.

He leaned in, bit my nape, and thrust with even more fury. His body crushing mine, breath out of control, his moans building with mine. I felt filled to my soul, every stroke deeper, dirtier, closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna come…” he groaned in my ear.

“Come with me… come inside… I’m almost… fuck me more, come on, fill me up…!”

And that’s when it hit. In the middle of that brutal pounding, I shattered, came screaming, trembling all over, clenching around his cock. And he followed, groaning rough, thrusting to the end, burying deep as his hot cum pulsed inside me.

We collapsed on the bed together, gasping, stuck together, sweaty, fucked out… and totally satisfied. The room still smelled of cum, hot skin, and mingled breaths. We lay silent for a few seconds, just the sound of our chests heaving.

“Did you leave the bedroom light on?” I asked, my mouth still against his shoulder.

“Yeah, why?”

I made a face, half-laughing, half-hiding in him.

“What a shame…”