Erotic Shirt Stories Novels & Stories

I could only hum in response. He trailed kisses up my jaw, then down, stopping just short of my cleavage, nipping slightly. I clawed at his back. "Take off your shirt." He took my lips again, placing my hands on his chest, and I undid his buttons hastely. I wanted to rip the shirt off of him. He made me want to tear off the soft white material, so that the buttons would fall off, scatter to the floor, along with all my inhibitions. Soon he was shirtless, and I marveled at his glory. He was all hard muscle, abs and tattoos. There were so many of them. I made a note to ask the stories of each of them later.

If you’re not going to use it, then release him… “But, I want him..” Eric began to unbutton his shirt in front of me. My eyes were letting him know that he could fuck me where we stood. When his hand went to his hand, I felt a sudden chill just from our hands touching. I pulled back and watched him strip in front of me. He pulled his pants down to his ankles, showing me what he had. “Wow…” I gasped. Eric grabbed me and pulled me close to him. Then, we kissed. When I tried to take energy from him, my demon within wouldn’t allow it.

She bit her lip, a soft whimper escaping, her nipples hardening under her shirt, poking against the fabric. "Strip," he commanded, his hand still on his cock, stroking through the cloth. "Take it all off. Show me everything." Her hands shook as she reached for her hoodie, pulling it over her head, her hair tumbling messily around her shoulders. The shirt followed, yanked off in a rush, leaving her in a lacy bra that did nothing to hide her stiff nipples. She unhooked it, letting it fall, her breasts spilling free, heavy and sensitive, the cool air making her gasp.

More erotic. His rough hand snaked beneath the fabric of my shirt, making a slow trail of goosebumps appear as he made his way to my swollen breasts, “Fucking perfect,” he grits out, kneading and massaging my skin. “I want to explore every last inch of this body, Erin,” Azure’s teeth drag across my bottom lip. He moves until he’s on his knees, straddling my body, “Take your shirt off,” he orders, watching me through a hooded gaze.

Woman 4: Emily get your head out your ass, he winks at all of us The rest of the women agreed,seems my in-law is a flirt. Woman 1: he always keeps it professional tho, he never slept with anyone of his students or even touched them. I nodded and Eric came out all changed and sexy, he wore some shorts and a black gum long sleeve gym shirt, which stuck to his body, literally carving out his body structure, the broad shoulders, his biceps, his small waist and abs,I became thirsty from the sight, and I swear I had licked my lips Atleast three times, licking off all the balm.

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.

He retreated to the bathroom, jerking off again, whispering her name like a curse. By the end of the week, the tension was a live wire. Lila wanted him to break, to beg for her touch, her body. She dreamed of him on his knees, pleading to fuck her, to own her. And she was close to making it happen. The teasing didn’t stop at home. One evening, Sophia dragged them all to a movie night at a friend’s house, but Lila “forgot” her jacket, borrowing Ethan’s oversized hoodie. Underneath, she wore a crop top that ended just below her breasts and low-rise shorts. On the drive back, with Sophia dozing in the back seat, Lila shifted, “accidentally” letting the hoodie zip slip down, exposing the swell o

I started kissing him back with real heat, lost in the feel of his hand, his tongue, and the solid body pressed against mine. We finally broke the kiss. He stepped back and looked down at my cock in his grip. I’m average — nothing p**n-star impressive — and right then, under another man’s gaze, I felt painfully inadequate. I glanced at Freya. She was breathing hard, but still managed to say, “Take off his shirt.” We both reached for each other’s shirts at the same time and paused. Freya smiled. “Undress each other.” My hands were shaking as I worked the buttons of his shirt. He pulled his tie over his head and tossed it aside. When I got his shirt open, he shrugged it off. The suit had not b

It made my knees weak. I moved to his wardrobe, pulled out one of his shirts, and pressed it to my face. The fabric still carried his smell. My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed him in deeply. *Just this once,* I told myself. *Then I’ll stop.* I hiked up my nightdress, leaned against the wardrobe, and slipped my fingers between my soaked folds. I was already dripping. It didn’t take long. I rubbed slow circles over my clit at first, then pushed two fingers inside, fucking myself while inhaling his scent. I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his shirt still pressed against my nose.

“Harder. I like it a little rough.” He pinched harder and rolled my nipple between his fingers. Pleasure shot down to my clit. “Like that?” “Yes. Just like that.” I stroked his cock faster. “Take your shirt off. I want to see your body.” He pulled his shirt off in one move. His chest and abs were tight. I ran my hands over him, feeling the heat of his skin. “Your turn,” he said. “Take the top off. Let me see those tits I’ve been thinking about.”