Red Sleeve Cuff Novels & Stories

When she put them on, she could see how her white underwear stood out even more. Getting up her courage, she put on an old skirt that she had for memories. But it was too short for her, it was black in color, and it barely covered a few inches beyond her waist. Sofia took a sleeveless shirt with a large sweetheart neckline that revealed too much of her cleavage . But it was perfect for the occasion.

He produced another slender cuff, with a long chain attached to a metal ring in the middle. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Liora drank in the sight of him, her mouth salivating at the desire that rolled off him in waves. The sleeves of his dark blue shirt were pushed to his elbows, and the front buttoned down just enough that she could see a hint of his muscular chest.

The first two buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned, and the sleeves had been pulled up to the elbows, revealing a pair of healthy and tanned forearms. He looked reserved with a hint of casualness. Just walking was enough to make him especially pleasing to the eyes.

Today, he was dressed in slim-fit dark gray trousers, a matching vest that accented his swimmer’s build, and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons left open and the sleeves pushed up, showing his forearms. As I got closer, I couldn’t help but laugh when I noticed the cuffs and inside of the collar had a creepy Halloween theme with bats flying around on a foggy night. It was adorable, and while we’re close to Halloween, only a vampire would own something so cheesy. Okay, maybe not only a vampire. I bet André would love dress shirts that are also festive but in a way that’s not over the top loud to make Darren wear.

As the light gracefully danced upon the fabric, a subtle sheen emerged, further enhancing the visual appeal and imbuing the dress with a delicate touch of glamour. The dress featured long sleeves, exuding an air of refinement and modesty. The sleeves were a testament to understated elegance, as they gracefully cascade down the arms, their gentle drape adding a touch of demure charm to the ensemble. Their length provided coverage while allowing glimpses of skin, striking the perfect balance between modesty and allure.

Just for a second, I catch a glimpse of it. A sleeve. Not the rolled-up forearm I’ve gotten used to. Not the usual hairy knuckles, grease-stained wrists, or chewed-up nails of the guy who usually drops my “meals” like he’s feeding a lion through a slot at the zoo. No. This one's a jacket. Sleek, dark, and tailored. There’s a crisp and pressed white cuff poking out from underneath it. And then… something else. A mark. I freeze. Scar? No.

Right? My question was answered with a very angry look resting on Lucas’s ridiculously handsome face as he entered the room, and was wearing a suit now. I breathe in as I look at him, but he just takes off his blazer and sets it on the chair before unbuttoning the sleeves and rolling them up. I wanted to squeeze my legs really hard as my eyes went over his glorious muscular body and strong forearms with a vein popping out. I don’t understand why things like men wearing cuff links or anything even remotely formal is so hot?

Murray was dressed in a three-piece suit, its fabric a luxurious baby alpaca wool, which seemed overly formal for the occasion. Murray smiled and unbuttoned his suit jacket, handing it to Cornelius. He stood in a cream-white shirt and an apricot-grey waistcoat. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, he casually rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms. His long, straight fingers, with prominent knuckles faintly blushing beneath the pale skin, trailed blue veins that climbed from his hands to his exposed forearms, a sight of striking beauty. Many eyes turned in their direction.

Only their hands and the sleeves of their shirt were visible. But that was enough for her to identify Vance. She had picked out all his clothes, and she recognized the cufflinks immediately. They were ones she had disliked the originals for and had custom-made for him. They were one of a kind.

The bottom of the dress was fitted and ended just below her ass. However, the half sleeves really helped seal just how sexy this was. Amelia was wearing a romper, technically. The puffy sleeves went to a deep V with a tie in the front. The shorts were loose enough that it looked like a skirt. Nora was wearing a bubble gum pink dress with ruffles on the off-shoulder cuffs. Going tightly down her body, it stopped on her upper-thigh. Heather’s dress had a black spaghetti strap style that showed just enough cleavage to keep you looking. Her red skirt was flowy that came to her mid-thigh.