Short Story: His Eyes

Female's Point of View - Special Powers

​His eyes captivate me in a way I can’t explain or resist. His deep blue pools have endless depths to them that fascinates me on a level that boarders on the supernatural.

His confident gaze is so soothing. It pushes away all my worries. All my racing thoughts... 

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He doesn’t have to speak a word, I simply have to stare up into his beautiful eyes and the effect is always there, waiting for me to indulge.

At first, I tried to resist the incredible feeling. I tried to ignore the safe warm feeling I felt when I looked into his sparkling blue pits. I worked to fight off the happy daze that lingered in my mind after he stopped admiring my own humble eyes.

But the more I went out with him and found myself staring into his peaceful globes, the less I wanted to resist the pull they seemed to have on me. Slowly, the warm secure feeling expanded and lasted longer. Making me feel so calm and relaxed even after I left his side. With each encounter, the sensation took longer and longer to fade away.

I soon realized how addicted I was to it. Even if it lasted longer, it didn’t compare to being in front of him. It didn’t measure up to looking into his blue eyes and letting the magical feeling envelop me in its warm embrace. It felt like his gaze gently took my worried mind and cradled it with strong imaginary arms. Cuddling me with their soothing presences until I didn’t have to worry about anything. Where I didn’t have to think about cause and consequences.

His electrical pools seemed endless...

The more I looked, the more they seemed to expand and captivate me. Pulling me into their calm depths as I relaxed in their incredible security. The deeper I went, the better I felt. Deeper and deeper... Every time I looked again I felt like I was going deeper into his eyes.

As if he was trying to pull me towards something. Trying to show me something... I didn’t resist the pull and eagerly looked to him every time we met to let him know I was ready for more.

He always indulged me.

Letting me simply look into his eyes all evening when we met for a date. He never complained. Never showed signs of impatience. He just looked into my eyes and let me fall deep into them.

They pulled me in and softly lead me down the abyss of his confident stare. Leading me to a place where nothing mattered except his eyes. A place that made me feel so calm and relaxed that I didn’t want to ever leave.

A place I deeply craved...

My indulgence became routine as we spent more and more time together, making each relaxed feeling last longer and longer. His blue depths held my interest like nothing else in this world. They became the most important and secure thing in my life. When I looked into his eyes, I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. Like I had discovered the hidden truth to my life.

​And the more I looked and relaxed into his gaze, the more truths I discovered about myself. ​