Erotic Shirt Story Novels & Stories

The unquenchable fire was burning with the both of them, getting hotter and hotter between each exchange of passionate kisses. Nikolai gripped her waist, clutching on them tightly just as she slides her hands flat on his chest, one hand slipping underneath his shirt. Her smooth palm moved down to the hard planes of his abdomen, and then further. His pants straining with his undeniable arousal while Erin riding on him with their clothes on. Nikolai ripped Erin’s dress into half, unable to control the swirling sensation consuming him and in one swift motion, he took his shirt off completely. His hands captured Erin’s ample mounds hanging freely before him and swallowing her satisfied moans.

"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!"

He just let his eyes move over me in the soft shorts and tank top I’d thrown on that morning, lingering on the places he already knew were still faintly marked from the first night. “Take them off,” he said. “All of it.” My fingers found the hem of the tank top and pulled it over my head. The shorts and underwear followed until I was bare in the middle of my own bedroom in the middle of the day with my mother’s new husband watching me like he owned the air I was breathing. He reached out and cupped my breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightened, then he pinched just hard enough to make me suck in a breath.

Ellen аnd Sharon ѕtаrtеd kissing mу neck аnd nibbling оn my еаrlоbеѕ. I looked аrоund аnd thеrе was оthеr wоmеn mаking оut on the other sofas. Sharon put hеr hand underneath mу drеѕѕ and ѕtаrtеd rubbing mу рuѕѕу. I wаѕ ѕtаrting tо givе in to thе pleasure when I told thеm I соuldn't. I told them thаt I соuldn't unlеѕѕ mу fiancee was present. I brоkе аwау and ѕtооd uр аnd wеnt intо the bathroom in the private room tо рее.

Seeing that the purple-red hickey on his chest and collarbone would be exposed in front of everyone, Bertha was so scared that her hands were shaking, she pulled his shirt, hiding it carefully. "You can't take it off. So many people look at you like that, don't you feel embarrassed?" Wait for his wound to heal, see how she handles him. Shane smirked. "I'm a man, this is very normal." "Unusual." Bertha's small face was angry, she glared at him, threatening. "From now on, your body can only be shown to me. Hurry up and put your shirt on." When Shane heard those words, he was extremely happy.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

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.

He just slipped the shirt off his shoulder lathering the skin with generous amount of hickeys and bites. Eric was grunting deep. He was enjoying the attention given to him. The bulge in his pants was a proof of it. Benjamin saw him with lust filled eyes. Okay, if Eric wants to play this way. He pushed Eric to sit on the chair while he put a show to pull off himself a bit up to open the buttons of his shirt, not pulling it off, he unbuckled his belt and slipped down his pants. And briefs. He was looking extremely sexy in just a shirt. An unbuttoned shirt. His pale skin was glistering with a little amount of sweat.

“I’m the only one getting undressed.” Eric just chuckled, a deep, predatory sound. He reached for his own shirt, tossing it aside to reveal the hard planes of his chest. When he stepped out of his bottoms, leaving him in just his boxers, I couldn't help but stare. The outline hidden underneath was a clear indication that he wasn't just thinking about a shower.

Her mouth opened wide as she stared at something behind me. Seeing her reaction, I furrowed my brow and turned around. But as soon as I did, my mouth dropped open too. Standing in front of me was Eric, shirtless. In all his glory, his abs were clearly visible under the campfire light. And what made it even worse was that he was too close for my comfort. "What are you thinking?" I whispered frantically, aware that everyone was staring at us. "You threw me in the water and left me alone," he replied casually. "That's cruel, Alexis. And about the shirt... I hate wet clothes. I can't take off my pants, so at least I can take off my shirt, right?"