Chest Piece For Men Novels & Stories

They were the best grilled sausages I had ever eaten. Plenty of others had the same idea, and everyone was rushing to get their paws on the sausages. The counter was getting closer, but before I could reach it, I crashed into a muscular guy's arms. His pecs actually visibly bounced and the impact knocked me onto my butt. Camden Jordan's laughter rang in my ears. I looked up and saw that obnoxious smirk on his face. Camden had taken off his T-shirt and hung it casually over his shoulder. His eight-pack was also on full public display.

“This is a question even I don’t know the answer to. In time…” “In time what?” Brishor’s voice boomed in the room. Meryl rose to her feet, her hands on her sides, gripping her gown tightly. Her breath became shallow when she looked at him. He looked dashing as hell. He wore a white and gold jacket, his black hair brushed and shining. Gold chains hung from his shoulders to his chest. Chezzal came to stand beside him in his black jacket and black leather pants. Their chest muscles seemed tightly restrained beneath their shirts. Swords were sheathed on both the sides, the top of the hilt of which were perched golden dragons.

Using his free hand, the young male pushed his curly black away from his face so he could take in the scene. His hair which was long enough to reach his lower back had been tied up with a few cotton brown strings, meanwhile allowed his semi-long fringe to sit on top of his shoulders. Allowing his black choker, which contained a blue teardrop to be seen in the center of it. His clothes however involved a worn brown shirt and lower knee-high trousers, on his right shoulder contained a large brown triangle-shaped leather strap in order to stop himself from being injured during work.

Finley forced herself to push away the messy thoughts clouding her mind and tried to calm down. She stood before the lightly closed door for ten minutes before finally raising her hand to knock. … In the room, Chester suddenly felt a wave of heat surge through his body. He had already tossed aside his wine-stained suit jacket and was tugging at his tie with one hand. The loosened knot revealed the sharp lines of his collarbone, faintly visible under the light. His pale yet striking features were thrown into shadow. His eyes were dark, and his eyelashes were long. He frowned slightly as he grabbed the glass of water on the table and drained it in one go.

I prepared. I went to the work room and opened the cabinet. The leather smell rose up to meet me. I took everything out, one piece at a time, and laid it on the bench. The flogger with the braided tails. The single-tail. The riding crop. A set of nipple clamps, the screw kind, not the twee little clothespins the amateurs used. A leather collar with a steel ring at the throat. Cuffs, wrist and ankle, lined with sheepskin so they wouldn't cut. A ball gag, red, medium. A butt plug, stainless, weighted. A cock ring, leather and snaps. I cleaned each one. I oiled the leather. I checked the welds on the chains. I laid it all out in neat rows like a surgeon setting a tray.

and the night hasn't even started yet. Humph!, Humanity... Zee's words returned to me minutes later, she said, “He is dressed in a velvet suit with a silver brooch hanging down two string of chain, one longer than the other on his suit's jacket. Then a satin black shirt with red chinese dragon embroideries on each side of his chest”. My eyes started to wander around.

Crispin asks as strips off his shirt. I wasn’t sure where to look but my head wouldn’t turn. As much as I didn’t want to ogle his hard chest that was so beautiful. His skin was a beautiful caramel brown color and his 6-packed abbs were tight as he moved. Though the part I really loved was his chest. They were big for a guy his size and the way they moved as he flexed his arms was mesmerizing. I always loved a guy with a big chest as it proved he was strong enough to handle me. I did not except him to be hiding such a wonderful sight under his shirt.

Chapter 2 He wore a black t-shirt pulled tight across those wide shoulders, the kind of shoulders that looked like they could throw a grown man across a room without breaking a sweat, dark jeans sitting low on his hips, arms folded over his chest so the muscles in his forearms stood out thick and corded.

He was standing in front of us. Adam was in his signature cloth, black expensive jeans and black T shirt. There was silver chain on his chest with the letter E as an initial. His eyes raked my body from the top to the buttom and then his eyes landed on my waist, halted at the hand of Jimmy that was casually resting there before glancing back at me. His eyes finally landed on our faces. He blatantly ignored mine ans acted like I wasn’t there when he finally addressed Jimmy with his deep voice.

“What other weaponry do you have in mind?” “I will stick with my original choice of body armor.” Uncle Fred began to pace up and down the shelves. He was looking for something and finally stopped in the first row. He struggled to reach for the highest level and pulled out a chest with a nifty tiptoe. He placed it on a desk and gingerly brushed the dust away. Within laid a body armor vest that was made up of slender pieces of jade stew. It was not full-bodied and only covered up to the waist.