Felix Hand Size Novels & Stories

It's only a square foot in size, hardly enough for something dangerous. Robin opens the thing and presents the contents to the camera. Edward frowns. "Who's is it?" Robin mouths the words, and Victor immediately realizes what this is all about. "Felix Cooper." "Oh f*ck," Dustin spits, taking a seat on the floor, knees buckling from underneath him. "Do you think he's still alive?" It's a hand. It's someone's right hand, cut clean off from their body. By clean, it's surgically cut, perfectly flat. How do you even get it like that from someone who's still alive during the process?

That's when it clicked, my stomach turning into knots at the realization. The box contained a note. I unwrapped the piece of paper and recognized Felix's handwriting. Let's play a game. You make a noise, you lose. Put it in as far as it can go. Choose whichever seat you want, it won't matter. The controller has a 35 feet radius. Good luck. I felt lightheaded. I took a deep breath, shaking my head in utter disbelief. This was the remote control vibrator he had used when he painted me on the floor.

Dallas replied, making my face flush with embarrassment. “Will you two stop? This is not the right place to talk about—” “Cock…tales?” She widened her smile and did a high-five with Dallas. “Oh yeah. Tall, big, huge… hands. I had one just like him, girl.” I shook my head both in amusement and annoyance. “Not all tall have thick and gigantic dickidoo. You know.” “But he’s an exemption.” Dallas gave me a nudge on my shoulder. “Nine inches long, two and a half inches in diameter.”

Understatement of the decade. "Really?" Gio stood up when he saw Felix walk over to the cabinet and pull out the hand wrap. His mind was still enjoying the memory of his dream as he walked toward Felix ready to help him wrap his hands. Felix turned around to face him, making a face. "I thought it was kind of boring. I guess I'm not the hiking type." A smirk replaced the face he was making and he chuckled. "Although rolling around in the grass, having my way with my girl, was fun."

Felix cuddled her towards his chest as he swayed gently kissing her pink chubby cheeks. "This servant asks for his highness to please be careful, the princess might be injured if you carelessly do that thing again." Felix puffed his cheeks looking quite sulky before putting the princess down, as he watch her frown eased up a bit and held his fingers with her little chubby hands which brought great joy towards felix. "Why am i not allowed to do it?" Felix asked with pouted lips, as he swirled her hands before cupping it in between of his big callous hands feeling its warmth.

With practiced precision, his hand stripped away his pants, and he sprang free, erect, impossibly large, standing just between us. I swallowed hard, heart racing. This was… immense. My hand rose to my neck, choking down another gasp, eyes tracing the veined perfection of him. It was unlike anything I had ever seen—Felix had been a shadow in comparison. This was… exceptional. “Lord have mercy,” I whispered, awed. “Can… this really fit?” Kendrick bit his lip, chuckling softly, his hand sliding up to caress my neck, teasing and grounding me at once.

“What? Oh, yes. “I’m afraid I’m not up to full strength yet. And we’ve been travelling since first light.” Felix’s hand at his elbow assisted him to rise from the depth of the armchair. On his feet, Francis stretched and yawned. Seen side by side, similarity between the brothers was marked. Felix was still a few inches taller and his nine years’ seniority showed in the heavier musculature of his chest and shoulders. Other than that, the differences were few—Francis’s hair was a shade lighter than Felix’s dark mane and his features retained a softness Felix’s lacked, but the intensely blue eyes of the Cambridges shone in both dark faces.

Felix felt his fingers going stiff and dropped his biro as he relaxed his back once again. He rubbed the back of his neck while his left hand rubbed his forehead. He proceeded to massage his fingers slowly as he winced a little. He had been writing for almost four hours without stopping. “Do you want a hand massage? I’m really good at it” a voice asked and both Felix and Ayomide turned to see a girl standing in front of them folding her hands. Her friend tried to pull her back but she shrugged her hands off. She started walking towards Felix who was staring at her without a change in expression.

To me, it was zero. My hands had a mind of their own as they grasped his penis, running through his entire length that seemed like a mile. He was big in my hands and I couldn't even wrap five fingers around it finish, I had to employ my whole ten fingers to do the job. But what was I expecting from a man that was towering over 7ft? "I don't think it would fit," I moaned as I spoke, feeling my stomach rumble as my chest rose and fell. "It's too big."

The fake Felix mirrored his movements as always, but this time, after their fists clashed, the fake Felix's body wobbled just a little. "So that's it." Felix's eyes, which had remained as calm and still as a quiet lake for the entire month, suddenly lit up with life. He pulled his right hand back, clenched his fist again, and punched forward with renewed spirit. There was no explosive energy or aggressiveness about him, but somehow, it made the fake Felix smile. Just as their fists were about to collide again, Felix suddenly opened his right hand wide, and instead of striking, he grasped the fake Felix's hand in a firm handshake.