Rough Hands Novels & Stories

He grabbed my hand to walk me out but suddenly wore a confused expression. "Why do I feel like I'm holding a man?" He said and I snatched my hand in shame, yeah! it's what you are thinking, my palm is rough, hard and dry and when I felt his, it was smooth, soft and cold. I looked at him and saw him smiling as if he can't believe what just happened, I glared at him and walked out in anger. "Wait! okay, I'm sorry, I was just wondering why an innocent looking girl like you will have such a rough hand" he said teasingly

Inessa was just standing there like a lifeless carving , waiting to get her another greeting from that person standing in front of her, but her brows wiggled in confusion when she saw that person to take out his palm from his pocket and then extended it towards her. She gazed at his perfectly sculptured veiny hand ,which had slim and long fingers, around which his fingers and thumb were wearing shiny and sharp metal rings . Inessa, totally confused gazed at his palm, which was still extending towards her and somehow now had gotten more closer to her, which made her to swallow and slowly took out her right hand because she thought he was going to give her his greetings by shaking his hand wit

Not to mention, the muscles on him. Laying on the bed, I remember staring into those hungry green eyes, thinking that I wouldn't mind if his eyes looked that way at my naked body and his hands caressed my skin. There is something to say for a hard working man. Compared to Brad's soft perfectly manicured nails and fingers, his are rough and callused.

he moans a bit , but says it in a joking manner. “Here you go…” I place my hand out for him to take , while still trying to contain my laugh. I watch him playfully roll his eyes at me , while he reaches for my hand. I feel my fingers tingle when he places his hand in my own , it felt soothing and ticklish – which is a weird combination. My laughter dies down , as I am now looking at his hand gently holding mine – our hands looked perfect together. His hands rough with callouses , yet holds my hand so gentle as if I were to break. Whilst I look at our hands , I feel a snout on my lower back.

He pulled my hands away and began fondling and squeezing my tits in his big strong hands. He must do some kind of physical labor in his spare time because his hands were rough. I was thrilled at the feel of his calloused hands rubbing against the soft skin of my tits. He greedily sucked my tits and nipples for what seemed like ages and I was lost in the wonderful sensations produced by his hot, wet mouth.

In the restroom, Fia washed her hands with increasing force. She rubbed both her hands until they turned red and the skin peeled off. "Heh..."

I groaned as his hands felt so good on my skin. " You loving it?? " He asked in a husky voice. " Hmmm! "I could not speak. He moved down to my arms washing them gently. His hands glided across my bust and I inhaled sharply as his fingers encircled them and started to knead them gently. My body was getting excited and it bowed instinctively, pushing my bust into his large hands. The Rosy buds on my bust felt very tender because of the less-than-delicate treatment from him last night.

Cyrus's palm was covered in thick calluses from years of wielding heavy swords and tearing beasts, so it was as rough as stone. However, to his surprise, Tabitha's hand—the hand of a healer who spent her days handling herbs and perhaps even dissecting beasts—was incredibly soft. Even that split-second contact sent a jolt through the battle-hardened man. He had shaken the hands of countless warriors and comforted many high-born ladies, but he had never felt such pure, non-threatening vitality from anyone before.

"I love flowers, every single one that you hand me," she murmured, her voice soft and tender as she held his hands in hers. Her eyes traced over the rough, calloused skin, noticing the patches of red and white hair that lightly dusted the back of his hands. These hands, so strong and masculine, bore the marks of yesterday’s incident—small wounds that had yet to heal. As she looked at them, her heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the intensity of emotions they stirred within her.

I groaned as his hands felt so good on my skin. " You loving it?? " He asked in a husky voice. " Hmmm! "I could not speak. He moved down to my arms washing them gently. His hands glided across my bust and I inhaled sharply ashis fingers encircled them and started to knead them gently. My body was getting excited and it bowed instinctively, pushing my bust into his large hands. The Rosy buds on my bust felt very tender because of his less-than-delicate treatment from him last night.