Towel Wrapped Around Waist Novels & Stories

I quickly stand up because he looks like he wants my head, and we all know how much he makes me nervous. He takes a towel from the chair beside me and wraps it around my body. “Don’t take it off until I’m gone,” he says and walks toward Carson. I freeze in my spot trying to make sense of what just happened. Why did he wrap me in a towel? I open the towel and look at my body. I know I’m not bad to look at, so why would he want me to cover it?

"Don't worry about Silas. He made a choice. Now he has to live with it." "Kade..." "Done," he said, cutting me off. He grabbed a thick, fluffy white towel from the warmer rack and held it open. "Stand up." I stood up, the water cascading off my body. I felt exposed, vulnerable, but Kade didn't look down. He kept his eyes locked on my face as he wrapped the massive towel around me, pulling it tight. He rubbed my arms briskly, trying to generate heat. "You're still shivering," he noted, frowning.

Climbing out he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Shaking his hair dry like a dog. His bangs were long, hanging in his eyes. Working his fingers through his hair, placing it into a style that he doesn’t usually wear. Leaving the bathroom, he makes his way toward his dresser. Grabbing his clothes. A pair of jeans and a plain black t-shirt. Making his way back to the bathroom and picking up his hair gel. Taking a little drop of gel before working it through his hair.

She watched the water that kept dripping and rolling through the lines of his abs. He has a well built and which would get anyone drooling at all. She's not excluded cos she's actually drooling right now. Even if she wants to stop herself from doing so, she just can't, he's just too charming too look away. Not with the way he looks so manly. Then she looked down at his waist, The way the towel is wrapped, it can easily fall off if he makes any slight movement. Regaining herself, Regina turned immediately, backing him.

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 other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

I study each and every part of his anatomy diligently. When my poor eyes move from his chest to that perfect waist, when i saw the end of the V-shape below his waist with the rest covered by that fucking towel, damn, i have to find for a way to make the stupid towel to fall. I was thinking about a way when he brutally wake my from wonderland “Like what you’re seeing” he was smirking and he still has the fucking towel on.

I was struck too. The only thing Elio wore from his waist up was a chain of beads which slanted vertically from his right shoulder and to the left side of his waist. A white faux fur neckpiece hung around his neck with another red and white beaded neckpiece. He looked so good and as he turned even I was thrown off because I couldn’t remember his abs being that scrumptious. If it were up to me, he would wear that every day, every single day. Around his waist was a black belt which held a faux leopard skin apron or loin-like material which sat on two thick brown cotton fabrics aligned together, tied at his waist. The fabrics left space so when he walked, his whole leg was in display. The man w

Hermosa pov He came out of the shower with a towel trying to dry himself. A white towel tied firmly at his waist region. Water dripped from his hair to his hot abs. I was confused whether to believe her or not but the vial staring at me told me she was telling the truth. "Hey," he stepped forward picking up his jacket from the floor. "Something wrong?" He asked. "No." I lied as he walked over to the other side of the room to get his shampoo.

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.