Erotic Shirt Stories Novels & Stories

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

She was already slurring from the intensity, thin threads of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and forming a small puddle on the table. The girl shuddered violently several times. A few weak waves of thin white fluid shot from the head of her little cock, spraying onto the edge of the table. She was flipped onto her back again. Her sweat-soaked white shirt hung uselessly around her waist, while most of her smooth back was covered in fine beads of sweat and the red erotic marks left by the man when he had leaned over her for fierce kisses. Her fair, supple buttocks were almost completely exposed, her tight little hole slapped red by the repeated impact of his heavy, dark balls. Be

Ed said as he took a few steps away, planning on making his way around the entire building seeing if anyone needed his help. “Lookin’ forward to it.” Erica said with a seductive look in her eyes. “She is definitelyhittin’ on me. I know people said some chicks think smart is sexy but I always thought that was a myth!” Ed thought as he walked off before he ran smack into Darla, nearly literally, and Ed couldn’t help but notice that her outfit was a bit more revealing than it was the day before; he used his peripheral view to check out her chest, noting that she was wearing a spaghetti strap tank top on and had to focus on not getting a boner, finding that shirt to be the sexiest a chick could

I cleared my throat awkwardly, snapping them out of their lustful illusion. “Can I get my shirt back? I don’t feel so hot anymore.” Alerion blinked, like he was trying to catch up. Then I followed his gaze and saw it. My shirt. Gripped loosely in his hand. Lower than it should’ve been. “The shirt,” I repeated, pointing this time. He reluctantly handed it over to me and when he did, I saw his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. We all avoided each other’s gaze in embarrassment except Zane who had no shame.

Eric frowned at her red face. As she help him to sit up, she said, “Please take off your shirt.” “What?” question Eric looking at Ruby. “Take off your shirt," replied Ruby staring at him innocently. He frowned, and then nodded his head. Seeing that he was struggling to take off his shirt, she leaned in to help him. She was so close to him that he could smell her scent. Accidently looking at his chest, she sees his tan body. His core was bulging with eight pack abs. Trying to hide her surprised expression she quickly looked away.

He asked, running his hand over the flimsy shirt. "I don't have this time, Eron. Leave me alone." She told him, pushing against his chest weakly. He laughed, pulling away. "Okay. That's alright, Princesa. I'll go first." He said, starting to take his shirt off as slowly as possible, his eyes never leaving her face. When the shirt finally dropped, she was already a wet puddle and she guiltily blamed it on her withdrawal from sex for those long five years. He laughed again.

"Vampires don't but I do. I am more than a normal vampire. Now why don't you remove your clothes for me." Erin's hands moved towards her the buttons on her shirt. She struggled to stop, but couldn't. She had no power over her hands... or any other of her voluntary muscle actions. Her shirt dropped to the ground and then she slipped out of her jeans. There she stood in her bra and panties. A few tears silently streamed down her face. "Crying are we," taunted Percival. "You should embrace you new life, otherwise you will be miserable forever."' "You bastard!"

I said hoarsely, “I’m thirsty.” Eros could only sigh. “Yes, we should have returned to my apartment first. Soon the occupant might wake up.” Eros’s eyes were like eagles scanning the white shirt that wrapped me. I just cleared my throat, pretending not to know anything. Afterward, hearing Eros voice again, “You’re not ashamed to come out like this? Wearing a men’s shirt without pants ....” Eros Darwin deliberately cut his words that make my face flushed because I’m not wearing that thing right now.

I look down at my chest and confirm what I already know, my white sheer shirt is already soaked through. The fabric is now sticking to my body in a sinful way, to make things worse…or better?…my red bra is showing through. I bite my lips as shame floods my mind and I slowly lift my eyes, only to find both of their beautiful eyes fixed on my visible cleavage. More shame fills my body as I get embarrassed but the more the shame…the more the desire burning… Will they let me go? Will they do something else?

She kissed him back, just as desperately, her hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer. He pulled away, both of them breathing hard. With a sharp tug, he gripped the collar of her t-shirt and ripped it open from her neck to her hem. The sound of tearing fabric was loud in the quiet room. He yanked the ruined shirt away, his eyes devouring her naked body in the pale light.