Anime Bathrobe Novels & Stories

What wonders a soak in a tub and relaxation could do! Wrapping herself in a plush bathrobe she found hanging nearby, Alessia padded back into the bedroom. On the bed, she found clothes laid out for her – a pair of soft, drawstring pants in a deep burgundy color, and a loose sweater in cream-colored cashmere. Beside them lay a matching set of lingerie in barely-there pink lace and silk.

I'm sure she picked the right size. "Hit set on the front of an open locker to put in a pin. Then strip down and put on the robe. I'll send Akari, our aroma therapy tech, to collect you in a couple of minutes." Again I felt like I wasn't given any option. I easily programmed a locker pin and started undressing. I wanted to at least keep my underwear on, but then I decided it was a women's only spa and as an exclusive one, they must know what they were doing so I peeled down my panties and tossed them in the locker along with Lola's key card. I briefly felt a kind of liberation as I shut the locker, sealing my clothes away. Heck two days ago I had a squirting orgasm while sitting at a bus sto

At this size, I could pass for a 17 year old and I'm about clocking twenty. "You done?" I heard my sister holler from the room. "Almost" I jumped into the bathtub and hastily washed myself clean with the expensive washsoaps in the bathroom. No seriously,they smell heavenly. I went back into the room and put on my blue jeans and black hoodie that has naruto characters on it. Do not blame me okay! I love anime. I twiddled with my fingers while my sister brushed my hair lovingly. This girl had more than one caring bone in her chubby body but I couldn't blame her. She is afterall the oldest twin.

He must've teleported us. A few maidens come in and begin undressing us to look more appropriate for the event. Bahm sit off to the corner, already dressed enough. He wore a silky yellow, baggy pants and a white long sleeved turtle neck with a black vest over it. Wearing a lovely red kimono filed with white hibiscus flowers, and an all white cloth dress underneath , I felt beautiful for once around Azalea. The fabrics pressed neatly against my body. For she was only dressed with a plain yellow, long sleeved ruffled dress ending at her feet.

The bath had done its magic—I felt lighter, both in body and spirit. After soaking in the bath and letting the warm water wash away the remnants of my fatigue, I stepped out to find my clothes neatly laid out on the bed. A beautiful white dress caught my eye—short and delicate, with intricate lace detailing. It wasn’t mine; Aunty Emily must have chosen it from the wardrobe. Alongside it were matching undergarments and accessories, carefully arranged as though she had thought of everything.

With renewed determination, Ashier got up from his bed and prepare for the pack meeting, determined to figure out the identity of his mate and the reason for her danger. Ashier walked towards his wardrobe and opened the doors, revealing an array of fine clothing. He took out his royal robes. The robes were a deep shade of maroon, trimmed with gold embroidery that depicted the symbol of his pack. The robes were made of the finest silk, which felt soft and smooth against his skin. The robe was long and flowed elegantly as he walked. The robe was also embellished with intricate beading around the edges, giving it a regal appearance.

Which was not going to help in eradicating arousal. Regardless, she used the body wash, soaked in blessedly hot water for twenty minutes, and toweled dry. The t-shirt was dark blue, had the Fallen Veterans logo on the back, and fell to her knees. It covered more than the dress she'd had on, yet she felt naked. She contemplated the thick gray bathrobe hanging on the door, and snatched it on her way out.

I just needed to dunk, scrub, and escape before anything catastrophic happened. I stepped in. The robe soaked instantly. Great. Now it weighed approximately one million pounds. “Okay,” I called, voice cracking like a twelve-year-old boy, perfect, “I’m in. You can keep ignoring me forever now.” Silence. I grabbed soap and tried to wash under the robe without actually opening it. Which meant I was basically rubbing a rock against my armpit through three layers of wet fabric. Efficiency at its finest. The robe started slipping. First the shoulder, then the whole front sagged like it was trying to defect to the enemy. I yanked it up, slapped water on my neck, and the stupid belt came undone.

This is awkward. The room she shows me is beautiful—and wrong. It’s way too big, way too spotless. My suitcase sits on the edge of a bed that looks like it’s never been slept in. There’s a robe folded neatly at the foot—ivory silk, with ERIS MELROSE stitched on the collar. The breath leaves me almost instantly. Holy cow. I have a custom robe. It smells like his cologne. Annette adjusts the robe as if she’s showing off a prize. “Sir Dante had this prepared.”

I squeezed her hand, and she nodded. "Now, get some rest. I will see you tomorrow around noon. Don't wake me up early," I winked, and she almost ran away from the wardrobe room as if she was holding fire ants inside her panties. I took my bath and decided to wear a silver robe. The robe was beautiful—shimmery silver fabric with soft filigree engravings around the neck and hem. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired the way the robe made my body look sexy and inviting.