Towel Drop Novels & Stories

I quickly turned on the shower and let it run for like a minute then I switched it off and opened the door to enter the room holding the towel with one hand. If I wrapped the towel around my body firmly, it might be difficult to drop it when necessary so I held it loosely and walked out of the bathroom. Luckily enough, Asher was standing watching the bathroom door probably in readiness to ask me why I was having a bath the second time that morning. I acted as if I was startled by his presence and dropped the towel. I watched as his eyes roamed my body from my head to my feet before coming back to my face. His eyes started changing from his to his wolf's until it finally settled on his wolf's

I could feel my body tingle as I became more and more aware of his own, my eyes trailing a drop of water as it dripped from his lips down to the middle of his pecs… Rolling… zigzagging down his washboard abs to the delicious V leading towards his crotch, and disappearing into his towel. His towel which — as a result of my actions — was now soaking wet, and heavier than before. As expected, gravity did it’s job, and right as I was looking, the soaked towel dropped off his hips. Cassian shut his eyes in frustration and resignation as a second shriek left my lips to rend the air.

No one wanted to stand there in the winter, soaking wet after taking a cold shower. I loved having a towel for my hair, and one for my body. You only received one towel back at Stone Fall. No matter what you did, the towel was already wet when you went to use it on whatever you needed to dry next. There was no way to win, but I'm glad that those days are over now.

"What?" What Wipe foot towel? I avoided the towel in Xavier's hand like a poisonous snake and took a big step back. No, I refuse to accept it, I refuse to believe it! "There are five towels in the bathroom, each one exactly the same, so what makes you think this one is a foot wipe?" Xavier said straightforwardly, "Counting from left to right, is the one you're holding the rightmost one?" My face became embarrassed when I was told.

He pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, dragging his black tank top up with it for a moment, revealing a flash of pale, toned stomach and the shadow of hair trailing into his low-slung jeans. He tossed the hoodie onto Adrian’s white sofa. It looked like a coal smudge on a wedding dress. "Your move, Master," Kai said, his voice dropping into a raspy challenge. Adrian pointed toward the hallway. "The bathroom is the second door on the left. Towels are in the warmed rack. Don't use the blue ones. Those are for guests." "And what am I?" Kai asked, sliding off the counter and walking toward the hall. "A project? A pet? Or just a way for you to feel like you're finally winning something?"

I stood up and with my eyes, I searched the room for his towel. "It's on the shelf," Eric spoke, even more sternly this time. I ignored his arrogance and grabbed the towel from the shelf. As soon as my fingers grazed it, I could tell it was made of high-quality material. It was an expensive plain white towel and it felt like silk under my touch, so soft and luxurious. The texture was smooth and velvety and I couldn't stop myself from running my hand over it again and again. These rich people were leaving no stone unturned in making the most out of their lives. Everything about them had to scream the money they were worth. Typical.

Water running over every inch of him. The shower shut off. A minute later the door opened wider. Jax stepped out with nothing but a white motel towel wrapped low around his hips. It hung dangerously loose. One wrong move and it would fall. Water still dripped from his hair onto his chest, running down between his pecs, over his abs, disappearing under the towel. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Your turn if you want.”

I knew it was meant to be a white towel, but it had gone grayish. “I don’t suppose they have some big, soft, Hilton-grade terry cloth robes in this place,” he muttered, grabbing a towel for himself while I tried, unsuccessfully, to keep my boobs from popping out of mine. “Pretty sure we’re out of luck on that one,” I replied. I took my hand away from his cock so he could wrap his towel around his waist. But, eyes twinkling with mischief, Caleb took my hand and inserted it between the folds of the towel so I could wrap my hand around his thick dick again.

Observing her troubled expression, Gray rose from his seat and reassured her, "Don't worry anymore. You don't have any obligations to fulfill. However, that doesn't imply that you don't owe me anything." She gazed up at him, resembling a puppy with her ears drooping downwards. "In that case, it was my fault that you mistakenly consumed alcoholic drinks. Let's consider it settled." He proceeded to walk towards the paper bags that his secretary had brought. However, as he took a step forward, the towel around his waist became loose. Thud. A small thud echoed in the room. His towel dropped on the floor and he instantly felt cold down there. 'Don't tell me…!' he s

I hide my face in my pal embarrassed He chuckles, walking toward me slowly until he’s just a hair’s breadth away. And then without warning he drops the towel.