Towel Drop Novels & Stories

Water droplets cascaded down Xavier's chiseled frame as he stepped out of the steam-filled shower. His hand reached for the absent comfort of a towel, only to grasp at the void. The stark realization dawned on him: the towels lay in a heap in the laundry room, all bearing stains and wrinkles from their use the night before. "Fuck," he spat out, his voice a low growl reverberating against the cool tile.

I got distracted between reading the label, balancing the wide package, and walking that I forgot that the towel was too small to securely stay around my body. And it slipped loose. With a gasp, I dropped the package and ducked in time as the towel slipped open but my hands caught it before it exposed any part of my body that was way too private to be seen. I didn’t really think much about it until I straightened back up, still trying to cover my ass with the fabric when I saw Adonis frozen in the kitchen doorway. He was staring at me, in his sexy as fuck work-out gear, white air-pods in his ears, hair messily spiked with his hands wrapped with black and -surprise, surprise- Chase standing b

I held his gaze without blinking. His jaw tightened. "What are you doing?" "Tidying up." I tilted my head. "Is there something you need?" He looked at me for a long moment without answering. I walked toward the door and as I passed his armchair I let the towel slip from my arm. It fell right in the middle of his two feet. I turned then walked in-between his two feet and then I bent down, my ass crouching down on his cock as I picked up the towel.

Her towel loosened cause of the act and she made to grab the material but I yanked it away as soon as she touched it. I unbuckled my belt slowly, my eyes on her. Her gaze dropped to the bugle that stood out and she unconsciously licked her lips. A low groan erupted from my throat at the sight. "Come bambina. Come." I ordered. She looked conflicted. Like she was having a second thought over it. It wasn't a choice. I fucking own her and I was going to enjoy every second of it. TBC TBC

He could feel the softening, and hoped he would soon be able to slip away and reposition a more pliable dick down between his legs to be a little less obvious. It happened so fast, he was unable to react in time. He dropped the watch and made a jab for it, but the towel had unhinged itself so quickly that it opened, fell down away from his right hip, then down to the floor at his feet, all in a split second.

It's my great mistake. There he was standing in his towel wrapped around his waist . Water is dripping from his hair and his drool worthy abs are glistening with water. The room filled with his scent of his cologne which is always intoxicating . He turned his back towards me and started to dry his hair with the towel which was in his hand….the way his back muscles flexed and his biceps got pumped up it was worth dying for. Ye ladka aj humhe marne ka plan bana hai kya? (Is this boy planned to kill us today?) My heart asked me.

The bridge was abandoned as many people started using a new main road which was built five years ago and much more convenient so no one would be there to stop me. I first left all the things I was carrying, my backpack and book by the side road as I did not need them in death. I then walked slowly to the edge of the bridge and faced the deep river I was going to drown in and die ending my life. At least it looked clean, I thought trying to cheer myself up while large raindrops mixed with my tears, were now streaming down my face and body. Next I lifted myself on to the bridge side wall, a strong looking white little half wall made from cement.

No doubt! When I walk out of the bathroom, I have only a random towel wrapped around my chest and a shower cap holding my hair. I find my mate standing across the room with his back facing me while he attends to a phonecall. When he notices my presence in the room, he turns around as a smile tugs at my lips. A seductive smile to be actual. And with one wink sent to him, I take off the cap and toss it away. I then, with the slowest motion I'd ever be able to cope with, loosen the towel and let it drop to my ankle. His jaw drops as his eyes shamefully takes in my bare self before in. Enough to turn him on?

Caelan Hanson takes three bullets for his ice-cold, beautiful foster sister, Misty White, before her grandfather, Joel White, finally agrees to let him marry her. However, while Caelan lies unconscious from his injuries, Misty announces that the man she intends to marry is Ezra Caldwell, an impoverished student who's sponsored by the White family. This announcement sends shockwaves throughout the entire city. After all, everyone knows just how ruthless Caelan is, the wolf cub Misty had raised with her own hands. Ezra's merely an intern reporter at Portside Press Holdings. He's nowhere near worthy of being on this scion's radar. Hence, when Caelan shows up at Misty and Ezra's engagement

"Do you want me to drop the towel?" YES, PLEASE! I nod my head eagerly. "I do." "Oh, you are a naughty little maid, aren't you?" he lets out a deep chuckle. For the love of all things good, just let go of the towel! I'm begging you! My internal voice is crying out in despair.