Dabi Shirtless Novels & Stories

I shut the door when the two walk away. My eyes skim slowly up the large, yummy male body standing before me. He's wearing black loafers, black pants, and a long-sleeved white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his remarkable chest. His muscles bulge beneath the shirt, which makes the entire package sexier. They aren't the over the top muscles of a competing body builder but with a little oil, he could make a statement. His skin is darker than a suntan would provide and I guess he has Native American, Hispanic, or another darker-skinned race somewhere in his bloodline. He's gorgeous. I've heard the rumors about him through the BDSM grapevine but seeing Damian in person is different. For the

The he took off his shirt when he saw that the Male staff had a jacket and he asked if he can used that jacket. “Yes sir, you can used it” the Male staff said to him. All the female staff especially Ysabelle was stunned when they saw Joshua in a half naked. Joshua had a good physique and he has a six packs abs now. Unlike before way back when he is poor he was living a tiny skinny type of body.

I actually choked on my own breath. Gabriel was standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. He had ditched the fresh shirt he was wearing earlier. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his low-slung linen lounge pants. The afternoon sun hit the planes of his chest and stomach, highlighting every hard-won muscle and the trail of damp hair that disappeared beneath his waistband. "G-Gabriel!" I squeaked, my eyes darting everywhere—the sky, the floor, the railing—anywhere but his bare torso. "What are you doing? Where is your shirt?"

He was there. Damien stood at the counter, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the deep V of his pelvis on full display. His muscles were insane — broad shoulders, thick chest, abs carved like stone, arms veined and powerful from years of whatever dark shit he did when he wasn’t playing the perfect husband. Tattoos covered his skin like dark stories I wanted to trace with my tongue. He turned when he heard me, and our eyes locked. The air thickened instantly.

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.

Instead of listening to Blake, Zaric was daring her to change right in front of him. Dabria was annoyed as she couldn't handle Zaric's teases. Zaric stood up and walked towards Dabria. He licked the droplets of water off of her neck. Dabria closed her eyes and clutched onto the towel as she felt Zaric's tongue on her neck. With a winning grin on his face, Zaric stepped out of the closet. Dabria was breathing heavily and her heart felt like it would explode with desire. After a few minutes, she was able to calm herself down. With a frustrated look on her face, she walked towards her wardrobe. She picked her outfit for the day. She chose a pink turtleneck top and paired it with a pair of dark

Diana He has a simple beard, one that looks just a bit more than a five o’clock shadow that suits his facial structure. With his coat no longer keeping him warm, I can see that he is wearing a form-fitted black t-shirt around his very impressive biceps. What is written on the shirt piques my interest. "Interesting shirt. Do you know what it means?" It is a series of numbers and letters. It looks like the backend of a website, and underneath it is written my superpower.

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

This man is ripped. Zinnia whooped, wagging her tail enthusiastically. ‘Check the next one! Check the next one!’ Drix was sitting on a bench press lifting dumbbells in the second picture. Again, he was shirtless and his skin almost looked waxed. In the second picture, he was stepping out of the pool in his mansion, his wet hair adding to his enchanting merman god vibe.