The Licked Hand Novels & Stories

I waved my hand back and slapped it. Xavier puffed out a breath of hot air and grabbed both of my hands back behind my head, then tied my hands up with a belt. I was nervous. Suddenly, there was a strange heat sensation in my hands. My hands, which were tied behind my head, seemed to have touched something slippery. I subconsciously gathered my fingertips, and then I felt it clearly... Ah - it was lips, he was licking my hand. After licking the fingertips he licked the palm of my hand. Licking with a slurping sound.

I tried to avoid eye contact but his hand in my neck made me lift my head on instinct. As our eyes locked, he brought himself down and brushed my lips with his. And in a brief instant he was kissing me like he would die if he didn’t.

my voice thick with an emotion I was still learning to name again. It was more than gratitude; it was peace. Just then, the auctioneer announced the most shocking news of the night. "The centerpiece, Rebirth from the Cocoon, has sold for an incredible five million dollars! The buyer wishes to remain anonymous, but the bid was placed from an IP address originating in… Chicago." My blood ran cold. "A buyer from Chicago?" I gripped Alexander’s hand, my knuckles white. "Don’t worry," he soothed, his thumb rubbing circles on my skin. "It’s a big city. It’s just a coincidence."

His right hand trails down my tummy, and down to my pussy, sending a shiver down my spine and my body jerks in response as his fingers find my clit. He groans, “So fucking wet and ready for me,” He says, giving my sensitive clit gentle circles and a moan escapes my lips. He pulls his hand away when I'm about to come, “Not yet,” The corner of his lips tips up into a wicked smile and a groan escapes my lips, frustrated. He slowly lifts his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers while I watch him through the mirror, his eyes fixed on me and I gulp. Damn! That's hot, me watching him lick and swallow my wetness like it's the sweetest thing that he has tested in a long time.

I answered. He went on to do the unexpected. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it, licking my bleeding palm almost sensually. This was supposed to disgust me at the very least but it felt ticklish and was causing heat to rapidly rush to my cheeks. After licking up the blood, he pulled away and before my very eyes, the cut on my hand began to disappear. I couldn't hold back my gasp. He looked at me like I was crazy, a slight smirk stretching the edge of his lips.

Tricc's mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, his lapping tongue, laving lips, and nipping teeth erotically torturing and teasing the innocent flesh. Tricc replaced his mouth with his hand, wanting to watch Dirk fall apart under his touch. Pressing his thumb firmly against the sensitive underside, Tricc delighted in seeing their Lion quickly harden. Tracing the vein from root to tip, twisting his hand as he reached the head, he licked ravenously at the pre-come that dripped free. His eyes remained locked on Dirk's face as he began to rake the sensitized flesh with his teeth, savoring the barely coherent pleas from Dirk.

I gasped, "I'm not licking your filthy paws, Holden." He laughed hunching over and holding onto his stomach. "Come on, Bambi. I licked your filthy paw. Taste like train but the alcohol sterilizes it." "Okay," I whined. Not wanting to lick his hand. He dropped the salt on his wrist and held it out to me and I did something I never thought I'd do in my life. I licked Holden Harris. He burst out into laughter almost falling over and I quickly tilted my head and allowed the little bit of liquid down my throat. It burned and I pulled my face. "This is nasty," I said and sucked on the lemon.

Several bottles of liquor littered the floor. Christopher himself was standing before a huge canvas that had an incomplete drawing on it. His white singlet was soiled with paint and sweat and he held the brush tentatively. When he heard the door open, he turned sharply. I thought he was about to yell at me, but he didn’t. he just paused, staring at me as if I was a mystery.

Surrounded by the crowd's excitement, Xander blushed and reluctantly bit down on one end of the cookie. The butter cookie was so fragile that it quickly teetered on the verge of breaking. To keep it from falling, Xander and Natasha had no choice but to inch closer. The crowd grew louder, chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!" Finally, their lips brushed against each other. With a sharp crack, the cookie shattered and fell to the floor. Xander's earlobes quickly turned red, and he lowered his gaze, his lashes trembling. It was obvious he felt something for Natasha.

With those words, he extended his hand towards me, his gesture seemingly friendly. I mustered the strength to meet his gaze as our hands connected, Larry's grip tightened, his hand squeezing mine, my fingers felt crushed within his tight grasp, and a sharp pang shot through my arm. A flicker of pain flashed across my face, but I quickly masked it behind a polite smile, unwilling to give Larry the satisfaction of knowing he had affected me. I returned his firm handshake as best I could, my hand trembling in his grip. As Larry released my hand, his smirk widened, revealing a glint of mischief in his eyes. It was as if he relished the discomfort he had caused, "It's really nice to have you here