Sanemi Shirtless Novels & Stories

He’d sent me a shirtless selfie, his hard abs on full display, a smirk on his face. I groaned in annoyance, in frustration, in desperation. I needed this boy to leave me alone.

I replied stunned. -BACK TO PRESENT TIME- Shit this mini Versace shirt dress is uber short, it’s white, gold & black and very cute. But it looks like I’m just wearing one of his buttonup shirts and it barely reaches mid-thigh to cover my goodies. And these lace crotchless undies he insisted I wear ain’t helping, ugh. He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts.

" Dennis pleaded to try to wake Shana up. However, she remained fast asleep. After a while, Shana finally woke up and opened her sleepy eyes. She realized she was sleeping in the same position she was last night. And she had her husband's arm wrapped tightly around her. Shana started blushing due to embarrassment. "Good morning, dear", said Dennis, grinning. He was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and a t-shirt. Shana couldn't help but stare at his naked body. Even though she saw this image many times before, she still couldn't help but blush whenever Dennis was shirtless in front of her. She thought to herself: 'I might as well enjoy my dreamy gaze right now.' Shana closed her eyes and

I assured him. “I’m here at a souvenir shop. Will that be enough?” “Hmm, you have to tell me the color of your shirt so that he can recognize you right away,” I told him. “I am shirtless and just wearing a board short and a slipper. Black cap and black sunglass.” Did he have to include the fact that he was shirtless? I took a deep breath while trying not to imagine his overall appearance at the moment, but I could sense from his voice that he was handsome.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

Since he was in a towel, he quickly threw a pair of boxers and Nike trousers with a shirt still hanging in his hand. Serene slithered by the door and calmed her palpitating heart. Hearing the door open, she briefly turned and gazed via the keyhole. Her breath hitched. A man was standing shirtless with the garment still dangling in his arm. He had a perfectly tanned and chiseled torso. His face was not visible due to the small keyhole which restricted her vision access at his throat. It was manly and sexy and the glistening water enhanced his erotic appeal. The first word that struck her seeing his half-naked being was-

Marcus nodded, went in with a white shirt, came out after a while, and asked Lindy uncomfortably, "Is this shirt a little small?" Lindy gasped. The shirt was trendy, tight and semi-transparent. After wearing it, the man's figure was in full-display. The semi-transparent material clung to his body, outlining the lean lines of his muscular abdomen. Two buttons were opened at the neckline, and under the collar were his buff pectoral muscles that threatened to burst through the buttons. However, the style of the shirt was still quite formal, with a neat collar and cuffs. Marcus looked formal yet sensual in that shirt.

Al’ik chuckled, “You will need a strong thought to anchor yourself for when we begin, lay down up there, it’s almost time.” Standing up, Nessa laid herself down on the bed. “I cannot heal a wound through a shirt, please remove it.” Sitting up in shock Nessa snapped, “I am not getting naked just for this!” Shaking her head and chuckling again Al’ik said calmly, “Ease up, I said shirt, naked is not needed.” Looking around Nessa said gingerly, “What if someone comes and sees me?”

Ansel said. Klea lifted her head, going for the them to strike a conversation that the Slaves and Omegas are finally out of that hellhole. She was halfway out from the cover of the brushes when she relaxed at the last minute—at the broad shoulders, the joyful sun gilding Ansel's tan skin and veiling his face in shadow. He was shirtless, his trousers unbuttoned and loose at the waist, making Klea wonder what Ansel's hiding beneath those pants. And at the thought of Ansel’s length, his hardness buried inside her…heat pooled between her legs. Klea slid two of her fingers beneath. It was an effort not to make a sound when two glorious males were shirtless before her eyes.