Hand Job Story Novels & Stories

"Good morning, Mrs. Cagliari. I'm Chef Larry. I work as the head chef in the Cagliari kitchen on weekends. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." He extended his hand, and she returned the handshake briefly before pulling back. "Well, I'm Ashleigh. You can call me that," she responded. "I don't know about that. Will I get fired if I do?" he teased. Ashleigh's eyes widened as she began to refute his claims.

And still holding her father's hand, she lets the water run down. “Hailey…” His voice suddenly fades as Hailey pulls off his glove, revealing Giovanni's trembling hands. He tries to protest, but his throat is dry, with a lump laid there, and he can do nothing but watch as his daughter pulls off the other glove and places his hands under the water. She rubs her small hands over his, letting the water finally, finally wash away the blood he had seen since that damned day. “If your hand is dirty, you have to scrub like this, Papà. Mamma said we have to rub it well.” Then she gives a smile, “So? Is it clean now?”

His hands instantly flip her over violently. He buries his head into her neck and his hands rove all over her body. Their breathing then becomes rough and fast. "You're irresistible." He says while kissing her chest. His hand comes up to her bra and doesn't attempt to undo the strap. He grabs the middle and yanks. She hears the fabric rip and gasps at what he just did. "Shh," he says. That night wasn't like any other night. He took all of her, savored every moment.

“Damn it, just hold my hand!” “No, no, no!” We quietly bickered as our hands kept hitting and bashing into one another. “I’ll…. I’ll give your people less working hours!” He quickly negotiated. “Ugh, is that a promise?” “It’s a promise!” He quickly replied, and just as his brother was about to look back at us, I forced myself to put my hand in Marco’s. “There, that wasn’t so hard was it, it’s not like you died just from holding my hand”.

"I don't want your apologies! I want you to stand up to them! If they try to force you, you have to push back!" "I did push back, but they grabbed me." "You're a man, can't you push them off?" "I only have one hand and there were five of them." "What do you mean? One hand?" "My right hand, I can't exert much force with it. It was injured from a previous beating, and it still gives me trouble. It's fine for daily tasks, but when it comes to exerting force, it's weaker than a girl's." I thought I knew him well after listening to his childhood stories last night. Turned out, that was just scratching the surface.

Tae-Hoon again chortled and lifted her dress gently, making sure that he would not touch her and was careful as well not to hurt her hand. When he was done with removing her dress, he asked, “Do you want me to help you with wearing the...” “NO, I will do it myself. Keep your eyes shut.” Hani hurriedly said and quickly picked up the top of the pajamas and after putting her head in, she delicately put her right hand in one sleeve and tried to put the other hand hurriedly in the other sleeve. But guess what... her left hand got stuck in the middle as she tried to force it in but the element of the cloth was not stretchy so she could not get her arm out neither she could grab the cloth with her

I ask. "I did a job badly and got papà angry so he stabbed a knife through my hand into the desk," he explains as he slowly wiggles his fingers. "Why didn't you tell me then? I'd have come to the hospital with you," I say but he shakes his head. "I did not go to the hospital. Emilio stitched it up for me," he says with a shrug. "What? But you could have nerve and muscle damage." "I can deal with it. Just no left handed hanjobs for a while," he says with a laugh. I roll my eyes and kiss him again.

But even with his warm smile, Guan Xian's eyes look like he didn't want to answer any question. One of the media people try to ask him but end up ignored while the man elegantly moves. Meanwhile, inside a Ferrari limo, a man and a woman were involved in the middle of a war. "Have you wash your hand? Where did you put the rose? You throw them, right?" "What if I don't wash my hand?" "So un-hygienic. Luckily, I bought hand sanitizer." A grown-up man forcefully takes a girl's hand and wash her hand with hand sanitizer.

The slap was loud and clear. Luckily, nobody noticed it since everyone was clapping. The little hand was totally furious, for the fine hair on its back seemed to stand on end. It kept running away to prevent the large hand from getting close to it. However, not only was the large hand determined to get close to it, it also wanted to embrace it and cling to it. After a few struggles, the reddened large hand finally caught the reluctant and sulky little hand. It clasped the little hand with all its might to prevent it from running away.

“Nathaniel and I were engaged for years, remember?” I nodded once. “And before that… All three of us went to the same junior high. There were things only someone close would pick up on.” Her eyes dropped to her hands, fingers laced tight like she was holding something in. "You know that story he told the press? The one about how both of you were left-handed, but he injured his left hand and had to learn to use his right? Said he became ambidextrous because of it." I nodded again, slower this time.