Erotic Shirt Story Novels & Stories

I say to him. Erick smiles at me. He takes off his shirt and throws it onto the floor, exposing his chiseled abs. I lick my lips. “My lady, I am not a piece of meat, and I will not have you looking at me that way,” Erick says. “Hmmm, you are my piece of meat,” I say.

“Sorry about that,” she said. Even though she had to feel how hard he was against her lower back, she didn’t move away. She tilted her head back to look at him. “I should probably take off this baggy sweatshirt. It’s kind of a fire hazard.” As far as Eric was concerned, her body was a much greater fire hazard. He was definitely about to burst into flames. The sweatshirt brushed over his face as she lifted her arms and pulled it over her head. Her scent bombarded his senses. He bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud. Dear lord, he wanted her. Even more so when his gaze settled on the twin bumps of her ni**les straining against her tank top. It took every shred of his willpower not to stroke t

I even forgot to breathe for a moment until Eric's voice snapped me out of my dazed state. "You know you're gonna die if you don't breathe right," Eric said before picking up his shirt and throwing it on. He was wearing blue jeans and a Burgundy t-shirt looking like a freaking panty ripper, Shit! Where did the word panty ripper come from I asked myself as I stood there still watching Eric? Usually, I would have felt so shy and run away the moment Eric catches me staring at him, but today my boldness surprised even me myself as I continued to stand there not moving an inch.

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.

Tit for tat was a fair game , so I wasn't committing an offence anyway,she also stared at mine last night so. "There you go,sir" she said distancing herself away from me. My arms hurt,I needed a shower real bad but also a shirt , what would people think if they saw me coming shirtless from my secretary's room? "Millers,I need a shirt," I said not even sparing her a glance. " Um...I think I have one but it's too small," she said rummaging through her bag, when she finally removed a black shirt with the inscription,'I've got ass'

Innocent. But her body? It was sin incarnate. She wore my shirt. How did she Gertrude my shirt? Maybe Tasha gave it to her. It was one of the old white ones. Paper thin. Loose in the arms. Clinging tight at the waist from her damp skin. And completely see-through. I could see the curve of her tits..the soft bounce of them as she moved. The dark rose of her nipples pressing against the cotton like they were begging for attention. Her areolas were large, swollen, puckered like she’d been rubbing them in the shower.

I look down at the woman in my arms, wearing my t-shirt that reached her mid thighs. Her tousled hair, a cascade of honey blonde waves, spilled over the pillow in a wild disarray. Each strand carried the memory of our shared night, a tangible aftermath of passion. I marveled at the way it framed her face, softening the contours and adding an artful chaos to her peaceful slumber. As I traced the gentle curve of her shoulder, the fabric of my shirt revealed the aftermath of our intimate dance. The shirt, a canvas for our shared desires, clung to her form with a possessive tenderness.

It was there, in its serene embrace, that I had earlier sliced through the liquid expanse in a desperate bid for freedom from Brock and Grayson’s relentless pursuit. The serene sanctuary beckoned me back, promising a cocoon of solace where I could cleanse myself of the vile residues clinging from the vampire leeches' destruction. With a fluid motion that released pent-up restraint, I peeled the snug, faded t-shirt over my head—a shirt that clung to my curves and skimmed just barely enough fabric over my skin to maintain modesty. My fingers traced along the hem, teasing the fabric upward, revealing the smooth complexion of my belly as the shirt relinquished its grip on my body. The gentle dra

Overwhelmed with emotion, he embraced her from behind, stealing a sweet peck on her head, momentarily oblivious to those around. Today, the world seemed to blur as he gazed at her; his excitement was palpable and heightened. What set this day apart was the fact that she was adorned in his new white shirt, sleeves rolled up, resting gracefully on her wrists. Two buttons at the top were casually left open, revealing a glimpse of her baby pink bikini set with its high-stretch texture design, a sight that captivated him entirely. Unable to contain his amusement, he inquired, "When did you steal my shirt? No wonder why wasn't I able to find it." Her response, accompanied by a wink and a light blu

He unbuttoned his shirt one by one. "I love your shyness, but I would love it if you-" She interrupted him by lifting her hands for him. "Come here." He was stunned. He got in bed and leaned down on her. She grabbed the shirt and pulled it down from his shoulders. She knew what he wanted to say. She was shocked when she saw there was no wound in his right arm. It healed so fast like magic! He kissed her and took off her long dress from her body. His eyes widened when they fell on her body. She was wearing hot red lingerie, which drove his mind crazy.