Smut Shorts Novels & Stories

' I followed his index finger, my eyes landing to the object or rather the person he was pointing at. My eyes itemized on the beauty who stood amidst the rest of the trainees, her stance emanating confidence. Her eyes searched the grounds, ignoring the whispers her presence attracted. I could see why Jayson had sworn, and why the rest of unmated males couldn't blink. Tamara wore a sexy high waist booty biker shorts. The soft black material highlighted her peach hips effectively. The sports brallette she wore had a deep v neck on the front, with wide shoulder straps. The material had the two globes peeking from underneath and I couldn't help but wonder...Were they making work out bras like th

Finn pulled off the beekeeping suit entirely, kicking it aside on the grass. He stood in the dappled shade of the oak tree wearing nothing but his damp white t-shirt and his cutoff denim shorts. His legs were lean and tattooed, colorful ink spiraling down from his thighs to his calves. His skin was flushed and glistening with sweat.

There was no way on earth I was calling him. After I accepted the idea I was going out with Joel today, I emailed the first installment of my series after adding a little about yesterday's match. It began with- If you're a fan of sports balls, rugby may be for you. I could only hope Miller liked my humorous approach. I decided to dress casually and put on one of the two pairs of shorts I brought. These were white. One of my too-tight sports bras came next. I added a simple, loose black t-shirt and black sandals with a one-inch heel. The shorts came in at about two inches above my kneesstylish without showing too much skin. This was the real me. The other Cami was a fluke, or more likely frea

"Like the covers on a cold night, babe." Clara tried to look indignant, but she wound up sighing happily as Shamira threw on a pair of boy-short panties and matching black Underarmour shirt that strained to contain those large breasts while emphasizing her muscular body. "Hmm . . . yummy." She jumped up, threw on a g-string and a half shirt, then went to catch up on football.

A silver cross hung around his neck. Like their male counterparts, the girls were definitely dressed to party. The first one had long, straight blonde hair and soft, pouty lips. She wore bright green "hot pants" and a teeny tiny tank top that was cut off just below her breasts. She was holding hands with a very petite little hottie who had done her blonde hair up in pigtails. She wore a very short hot pink miniskirt and a tight black top. The word "Cumslut" was written in silver glitter across hr chest. The last girl was a curvy, voluptuous knockout with long dark hair. She too wore a short skirt—light blue. Her large breasts were packed beneath a tight white blouse that just barely containe

"Whoa whoa, Justin . We are just going on our first date beside I wanted your advice on my outfit not future predictions " "Okay girl .You wear a short shorts .Ripped will do good and then the shortest tube top you can find and then heels. He won't be able to keep his hands to himself " "I will not dress as a slut besides I dont have slutty clothes in my closet , you know it. "

Mm I just want to lick him from head to toe. “Zee” he shouted, snapping me out of my daydream, “Can I have my pants please?” he chuckled at my adoring stare. “Hm, no. I think I like you better this way” I teased, “Yeh but I don’t” snorted Smith as he and Cole walked through the tree line. They were both wearing only shorts. Cole was tall and lean with defined muscles. I was surprised by Smith, he was ripped. I knew he was strong but under that shirt he was hiding some serious hotness. I blushed and threw the shorts to Gunner turning away from the boys.

I don't give a shit about this dinner anyway; so a long hot shower it is. I take my time shaving and showering. I take more time deciding what to wear. I settle on a tight little smokey gray quarter sleeve sweater dress that hangs off the shoulders. I match that with a pair of suede wedge knee length boots the same shade of smoky gray. This outfit has most of my mating mark on display. His scent is mixed with mine and a little something extra. I can't put my finger on what's new. Or when it changed.

Samantha slipped into something light for heading downstairs: shorts that ended mid-thigh, snug enough to hug her curves, and a thin tank top that accentuated her breasts, leaving her cleavage naturally exposed without trying too hard. The fabric clung a little to her still-damp skin from the shower, and her wet hair fell in loose waves down her back. She took a deep breath before leaving the room, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach that hit every time she thought about facing everyone downstairs—especially him.

she told her. "Samantha..." Samantha breathed out. Once Gracie pulled away from her, she took a step back. "I'm guessing you are here for clothes that are appropriate for these temperatures?" she asked. Samantha looked at me and I nodded. "Let's find you some clothes," Gracie suggested as she motioned Samantha to follow her. Samantha eyed the racks of extremely short shorts with a look of distaste. The blonde-haired girl pulled out a pair of light blue denim shorts. "These are so cute," she gushed.