It was just recently that a good friend made an observation about my fetish for blindfolds.
“It seems as though the main reason you wear blindfolds is so that you don’t have to see the men that you sleep with” She said.
I agreed that sometimes it was true, but that it wasn’t always that simple.
Since that night, I’ve been thinking about blindfolds a lot.
When my eyes disappear behind one, it isn’t just my ability to see that’s affected. With my eyes covered, I can immerse myself in a private fantasy world. A simple touch suddenly means so much more. What seems like just a relaxing caress from fingers I can see becomes thrilling and charged with excitement when it involves ones that I can’t. It’s impossible to anticipate their intention or predict their next movement when I’m behind the blindfold. I don’t need to think at all. I can be perfectly selfish and deliciously passive for a change.
Photos by Yuky Lutz