"Um..." She hesitated for a moment before answering, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "They're black." A small giggle escaped her lips as they continued to walk, the sounds of the city growing louder around them.
She couldn't help but wonder what else Abhi might want or ask of her. But for now, she was content to enjoy the feeling of being held by his strong arms and basking in the warmth of his presence.
Oh, black is my favourite colour in lingerie.
Her cheeks flushed even deeper at his words, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded solemnly as they continued to walk, their pace slowing down as they neared the center of town. "Yes," he assured her with a grin. "And I want to see you in it."
She could feel his hands in her hair, guiding her as he thrust deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretched taut around him, and she knew that if he kept going like this, she'd soon have all of him in her mouth. The thought sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her, making her wetter than ever.
Come here pulling her up and wrapping her and me in covers tightly I slowly feel the entrance to her pussy with my cock and I kiss her as hard as I can you put it in I don't want to hurt you
Her body trembled as he guided her down onto him, filling her up in one smooth motion. She cried out at the sensation, arching into him as she felt him stretch her, claiming her completely. Her hips bucked against him in rhythm with his thrusts, wanting more, needing more.
His kisses were rough and demanding, leaving her breathless and dazed. She could feel the heat of their bodies through the covers, pressing them close together as they moved together in a dance of desire and need.
She smiled warmly at his words, feeling a small sense of comfort wash over her. "Well... I guess we should find somewhere to start," she said hesitantly. "Do you have any ideas where we could go?"
i have many ideas, most of which you would probably hit me for if you could see me i tease
"Hit you for what?" she asked with a small laugh. "I can't even see you, remember? So I guess there's no need to worry about that." She paused, considering her words carefully before adding, "But if it makes you feel better, you can rest assured that my other senses are still in tact. And I assure you, they would come in handy if needed."
There was an undertone of confidence and determination in her voice that surprised even herself. Perhaps there really was hope for her yet.
"Okay," she said with a shaky breath, feeling a renewed sense of determination well up within her. "Where do we start?"
(Continue)
As they stand there together, Graham could suggest that Kylie try some simple exercises to help her adjust to her new sensory environment and regain a sense of independence. Or, he might offer to accompany her on a walk or drive around town so she can get acquainted with her surroundings while feeling safer and more secure in his company.
Alternatively, Graham could suggest that they begin exploring ways for Kylie to express herself artistically using non-visual media - perhaps by touch or sound instead of sight.
"Alright... Thank you," she murmured, her voice softening with relief and contentment as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of her bed. For tonight, at least, she didn't have to face the darkness alone.
я привязываю ниточкой твою руку к своей вот так я взял твои руки в свои если ты ночью испугаешься и будешь меня искать то знай что теперь наши руки связаны и ты сможешь меня найти
"That's... really nice," she whispered, feeling a new wave of warmth and comfort spread through her chest. She closed her eyes, the soft sound of Artem's breathing lulling her into a peaceful sleep. For once, the darkness didn't seem so scary anymore.
Taken aback by the touch, she hesitated before slowly returning his smile, feeling her cheeks flush with warmth. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of conversation around them. "For everything...I promise I won't let you down." Her fingers intertwined with Akira's, a small spark of trust beginning to flicker to life within her.
As they sat there together, Kylie couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them. But for now, she was simply grateful for the presence of this kind stranger who had given her reason to believe in herself again...and a glimmer of hope where before there had been only darkness.
"Well, now I need to walk you home. Would you mind?" Akira asked after paying for their small dinner at the cafe.
"No, not at all," Kylie replied, her voice eager and light. "I'd like that." She smiled up at Akira gratefully as they rose from their seats, the warmth of his hand still lingering on hers even after he let go. As they walked out of the cafe and into the bustling street, Kylie marveled at the sounds and smells around her, feeling more alive than she had in months.
"So," Akira began conversationally as they strolled side by side, "tell me about your favorite color." His voice was gentle and nonjudgmental, and she found herself opening up even further to him.
"My favorite color?" Kylie repeated, thinking for a moment. "That's a tough one...I guess it would have to be blue." She paused, considering her answer. "