Gloves Off Novels & Stories

I and Lucas said at the same time as we slowly stared at ourselves making eye contact. “If that’s the case, I don’t want any disturbances and carry on with your work,” She scolded with a loud scoff while I slowly tore my gaze away from Lucas’s scrutinizing stares. “Sorry,” I mumbled lowly for him to hear, while I picked the white gloves on the table and started wearing them as I felt the delicate latex wrap around my finger, then my entire hand and I did the same for my left hand too. “It’s okay,” He said as he tried to bring out his white lab coat from my bag while I suddenly feel guilty for stepping on his toe.

“Your gloves. Did you say that the knuckles were made of artificial turtle shells?” “Yeah? That’s what the lady told me.” I said as I watched her bringing the jacket close to her face. “Then why is my jacket burning?” She said and turned the jacket over to let me see the burned punch hole on the front of her leather jacket. I gasped and immediately checked my gloves and saw a bit of a yellow fiery glow surrounding them before they vanished. I blinked and examined the gloves once again and turned it over. But it was back to normal now. No weird glow in sight. What the hell just happened? And more importantly, what the hell did I just purchase?!

I gave him a questioning look, but the man spoke before Vincenzo could give any explanation. "You can't touch my hands," he said, raising his hands, and I realized he was wearing plastic gloves. "These are my working gloves. I have touched a few pups before coming here." He released an awkward laugh. "Just take us to the pups," Vincenzo said. "Oh, sure, sure. This way, please," he replied, then led the way. Vincenzo let go of my hand as soon as the man turned away from us. "Don't touch anyone or anything here. We don't know if this disease is contagious," he whispered very quietly so that only I could hear him.

I say, and my thumb presses harder and my fingers curl deeper and she cums for the third time while I watch her face in the reflection of the bookshelf glass. I withdraw my fingers and reach for my handkerchief and wipe my hand before folding the fabric along its original creases and return it to my pocket. My glasses also come off and return to the side table, and the mask reinstates with the efficiency of a system that has been rebooted thousands of times and will reboot thousands more. “Fix your clothes.”

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“Take them off. Please. Just for tonight. Just for me.” He looked at her, then at his hands, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. This was a boundary he had never crossed, a rule he had lived by his entire life. The risk was there. The fear was real. But the longing for connection, the depth of her request, was a silent plea he couldn't ignore. Slowly, carefully, he peeled off his gloves. His hands were beautiful, long-fingered and strong, but they trembled slightly. He placed them on the counter, palm up.

I turned to Thalita, and asked her opinion, should I take off all my clothes in front of this doctor? Thalita nodded her head and I had to take off my clothes one by one. This male doctor was still standing with his back to me. He's putting on gloves. Not long after he turned around, I suddenly closed my breasts with my arms crossed in front of my chest. I'm embarrassed!

She knew that my perfect, bloodless empire was nothing more than a hollow, fragile shell when faced with the messy, vibrant reality of her hands. I slowly, agonizingly released my grip on her wrist, my fingers sliding down the soft skin of her forearm before dropping back to my side like dead weight. I stepped back one full foot off her plastic drop-cloth, my boots hitting the clean obsidian tiles with a dull, heavy ring that signaled my tactical retreat.

"You feeling okay?" "Fine. Just tired." I stand up, and my robe falls open at the thigh. I catch Caleb's eyes dropping to the exposed skin, just for a fraction of a second, before he looks away. "I'll be out later."

"To celebrate how far we have come." My heart raced with sweet anticipation—we'd explored this world together, grown into it, and it felt like the perfect way to mark our victory. "Yes," I whispered, smiling as I kissed him softly. "Let's celebrate everything." He stripped my clothes away slowly, teasingly, his hands lingering on my breasts, cupping them fully, thumbs brushing my nipples until they hardened. He secured the blindfold first, then the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, clipping my arms above my head and spreading my legs wide, the restraint familiar and thrilling.