Sanemi Shirtless Novels & Stories

All four men are shirtless, and it’s really, really hot. I stretch my hands to pick a chicken wing. It's really tasty. Yum yum. But it's still hot. I fan myself. Sweat is already rolling down from my forehead. This is so embarrassing. Why am I so nervous? They are just four dudes. Okay, FOUR SINFULLY hot dudes! Still, no one's touching you. Put yourself together, Maya. I wiggle the collar of my shirt to get some air on my body. I should get rid of this shirt I'm wearing afterall I have a tiny top underneath. But it's going to look weird undressing in front of them.

It’s not Ms Morgana. Sireen comes out in the shortest shorts to have ever been made, and they cling to her smooth thighs in an ungodly way. Her top hugs her upper body, and she’s fucking braless. I forget all my hate in an instant, or it doubles in fuel…I can’t really say, but something starts to burn inside me. Her already short scarlet hair is held above her head with a band, and she has black running shoes on. So not only is she dressed like she has a purpose to serve, but Sireen has also decided to run in the middle of the night.

"Clean off your body with sand. Call us back once you are dressed." "My shirt?" I asked as I held up the ensanguined shirt. For some reason, I felt the desert camouflage pattern was ruined. "He can go shirtless," Priya suggested quickly. Mona and Rachel nodded. 'Showered in pig's blood'...I didn't recall seeing that on a Cosmo sex quiz. I shuddered to think whose sexual survey would...oh, right, it was on the Satan's Sluts' To-do List.

She had a bad feeling she was about to witness another manifestation of one of Kim’s very bad ideas. “That’s it. Everyone is wearing this style. It’s called, ‘Naked Barely-There.’” Kim held the body suit against her curvy body. Celine gaped at her best friend. “You can’t go out in that. You can see your bra and underwear. It’s see-through.” Celine shrieked. “Oh, I won’t be wearing a bra.” Celine’s brow wrinkled, and Kim laughed. No bra? Kim picked up a strappy black heel. “And look, I have these cute shoes to go with it.”

To lend credibility to my words, I wrapped both arms around the blonde, who hesitantly returned the gesture. I finally broke away from him. So I could scrutinize him, because he was dressed pretty summery. He was wearing black shorts that covered his knees completely and were quite loose fitting, along with a black T-shirt that said ENERGIE . Whatever that meant, I couldn't make sense of it. In any case, the outfit suited him perfectly. A pair of sunglasses was also hooked to his shirt.

That was so sick. “No, I can’t watch you shiver” he said and delicately put the shirt around me. He was shirtless now and when my eyes hit his bare chest and torso, I couldn’t take them off. It was so ripped and carved out and it made me feel arousal. “Ama,..” I heard Femi say and my eyes lifted from his beautiful body. “What?” I asked. “I’ve been talking… wait… you’re totally checking me out aren’t you?” Femi said smirking.

I am a bit hesitant to go to Sam's home for the celebration but now I've to as she has already invited mum dad too. I combed my hair whilst thinking of the event where almost all of the city will be present. I shook my head and cleared my head and looked at myself at mirror. I've finally showered after Sam and Armaan went back to their respective home. Currently I'm wearing camouflage tights, a black tank top and a denim shirt jacket paired with my vans shoes.

The main group of people dancing make way for him as he flails his arms around and bobs his head while jumping at least two to three feet in the air. North Carolina! C'mon and raise up! Take your shirt off! Twist it above your head (spin it like a helicopter)! The speakers blare. And of course, Sebastian rips his shirt open in the front, slips it off his body, and spins it above his head. Like a helicopter. When the chorus ends and begins with a new verse, he throws his shirt on the ground with so much force his arm is a mere blur and begins dancing shirtless like a mad-man. And when I look behind me, people are recording it.

Sean knew she was blushing and he didn’t know what to do, he hadn’t intentionally came to the room shirtless, he had just returned from his morning run and he took a shower but he didn’t feel like putting on a shirt so he decided to just be shirtless, he sometimes stays at home shirtless, but it wasn’t something he does often and also, he never expected her to gawk at him. Clearing his throat, he decided to speak up to clear the awkwardness, he could easily go to his room and get a shirt or singlet but for some reason, he didn’t and he wanted to taunt her a little more, “don’t just stand there, come closer.”

My eyes opened all the way. He was wearing nothing but black boxers, his hair slightly damp, a small towel in one hand, and apparently five years had failed to teach the man that shirts were an invention also available for domestic use. I stared at his bare chest. “You don’t own pajamas?” “I do.” “Then?” “I don’t like them.” Right. I’d almost forgotten. Sebastian used to walk around shirtless everywhere the second the front door closed. In the bedroom, in the kitchen at midnight, on the couch while reading emails, even once on the balcony in December because apparently hypothermia also answered to the Romano Empire.