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card. She already had my information; I just needed an excuse to caress her hand. Marcus met me with my glasses; I put them on and turned to her. Her jaw dropped, and all my self-consciousness kicked in and I took them off.
    “Why did you take them off? You look hot with the glasses on,” she said in frustration.
    I smiled at her. “You like them, baby? If you think I look hot, I’d wear them just for you.”
    She blushed. “I said that out loud?” she murmured as the color ran from her face.
    “Alexandria, you are welcome to tell me how you feel all the time because, gorgeous, I want to know,” I said as I reached over and caressed her face, running my index finger along her jaw. She shivered, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until she was mine.
    I walked out the door without looking back. There was no way in hell I was going to leave if I looked at her again. I didn’t really know why I had to leave. I had nowhere pressing to be, but she had a boyfriend, and I still had some sense of morality. Well—barely. If she didn’t ditch him soon, all bets were off.
    I called my mother when I got home and told her that I was nearly a hundred percent. The woman was ecstatic and would be over later today. My parents wanted to celebrate my vision returning back to normal. It had been ten years of blurred sight, some days worse than others.
    The loss of vision had been the worst when it came to fucking. I was a teenager and just a sophomore in college when I was injured. At that time, I had been fucking like a rabbit. No real skill yet, but I was learning. I was doing this cheerleader at the time. She was hot, but a total bitch. I guessed that was how most of the hot chicks acted. After my recovery, she and I went at it in her dorm. When I couldn’t make out her face, I ended up trying to make out with her nose. It was completely embarrassing. I played it off as just wanting to bite her playfully, but she noticed something was off. She told me I was freaking her out with the way I was looking at her. She said my expression had turned her off. Needless to say, I lost my erection and had started building those walls I thought no one could break.
    I went to the doctor the next day and was told that being hit in the head had damaged my sight. My parents were afraid that I would lose my sight completely. I was told that if I used my glasses that the problem may correct itself. The problem was that wearing glasses caused another problem. I looked like a dork, and the bitch had the nerve to tell me that when we sat down at our usual table at lunch with all our friends. I got up and walked away. She called me for a week, but I didn’t have time for the bitch.
    When I finally got so horny that I couldn’t take it anymore, I called her up and told her to meet me. I took her behind an old abandoned barn and tried to fuck her with the glasses on, but she wasn’t having it. She took them off my face, but then I remembered what she said the last I saw her, and it killed my mood. So, I turned her ass around and fucked her up against the wall, then on her knees, and left her to find her own way home after throwing down some bills, letting her know what I thought of her.
    Since then, every broad I fucked took it from behind. My modus operandi was as follows: there were no special kisses, no eating the bitch out. Nope, I fucked you hard and fast with my eleven-inch cock and pinched your clit until you exploded. Then I came, got dressed, and walked out. I was done with them.
    Fuck, now glasses were in. Well, fuck that—there was only one woman I wanted, and she would be the only one I would wear them for. Strange how one incident can change your whole outlook on life, and here it was happening to me—again.
    I met my parents out for dinner. Now that my eyesight was better, I was happy. I enjoyed the dinner and the conversation, until I ran into a woman I fucked several or more months back. I really couldn’t remember, to me they were all