Gloves Off Novels & Stories

Anne “Hey, you forgot your gloves again,” he said from behind me. I turned to see him leaning against a tree, fully clothed in his PPE, with a set of gloves in his hands. “Oh shoot! I forgot,” I exclaimed, rushing towards him to take the gloves. “Thanks,” I had said and stretched out my hand to collect it, but he raised it above my head and out of my reach. I stared puzzled at him and saw a glint of mischief in his eyes.

And he was deciding what his next move should be. The man was wearing a cross between a glove and a gauntlet, on his right hand. We shall call that cross between a glove and a gauntlet: As a ‘glovlet,’ the scowling man was wearing a glovet on his right hand. He placed the glovlet in front of him and a life-like projected 3D image of a person appeared. Willy had been peering through the slits of his eyes and he was taken aback by surprise.

I would have to do it anyways. I got myself a pair of hand gloves, doubled my nose mask and gently advanced to him. He was still all smiles while I unbuttoned his sleeves and took it off and next was his belt which I unbuckled, pulled down his zipper and shut my eyes as his trousers dropped to his heels …

Curled over his thigh, and he panted for breath. "Phwew! Huh, heugh. You, you'll get the hang of it, snh!" He smiled satisfied, and now I was more than a little jealous. "Huh, thanks. That was amazing man, I'd kiss you, but. You know." He fixed up his mask, leaving even more cum stains, and pulled his gloves off. Pinching the palm of one, then carefully slipping the bare pinky in the other, to pull it off, inside out. With the first one inside, to dispose of it, and pull out another pair from his back pocket. I shook my head.

He’d only touched the thing to remove it from its home after he’d removed the trap. “Well, I guess that means my fears are answered. There’s a curse we’ll have to break on it first. I have an unnatural curiosity to open the damn thing with or without you.” With a heavy sigh, Rolo pointed to the table. “It’s in the bag still. Were you smart enough to bring protective gloves? I was an idiot and handled it with my bare hands so now I have been contaminated.”

Kai scolds her. Something in Kai’s words stirred annoyance in her. She huffed and faced him. She removed her gloves and threw them on the floor, “If I am not wrong, we are not working right now.” She squinted her eyes, “What I do in my off time has nothing to do with her,” Piper wanted to add ‘and you’ but she refrained from making such a mistake.

There is no reason we can't sleep in the same bed together. My hands have grown sweaty inside my gloves, and I am itching to take them off. I look over at Osiris, and his breathing is steady. I am sure that he has fallen asleep. Biting the tips of the fingers of my gloves, I pull them off one at a time, a moan at the feeling of freedom. This has been the longest that I have had my gloves on. I crack my knuckles loudly and flex my fingers before lying on my back and tucking my hands underneath me. I can't be too safe.

she slowly slides her top off, exposing a decent amount of her cleavage. George tossed the gum from his mouth, turned to his partner and smiled. She pulled his top closer, flicked his ear with her tongue, “if you had paid any attention in Detective classes, you would know eating and drinking or smoking contaminates the scene just as much as me stepping into my fucking house, ” she pushed him back, he staggered a few steps back but held his ground, “At least your big stomach serves a purpose other than food and alcohol consumption,” Kara teased before striding back into her house.

By the time we were halfway through the meal, everyone had already added me on WhatsApp. After all, gatherings like this were never just about catching up. People came to show off and to network. Watching them all act like their lives were perfect, I smiled. Because soon, they were going to end up like rats in a gutter. … I used a phone call as an excuse to step outside for some air, and on my way back, I stopped by the restroom. I was about to leave when I heard Melissa and Vexana's voices.

The rink was completely still, every head turned toward us, the whole team watching with a frozen look and wide eyes. I looked at Shaw on the ice. He didn't say anything. Smart, for once. "Touch me again," I said, calmly, to whoever was still hovering at my shoulder. They stepped back. I picked up my water bottle from where it had rolled against the boards. I grabbed my helmet off the ice. I walked toward the locker room and the space in front of me opened up—guys stepping aside, clearing the path, not making eye contact. Nobody said a word.