Medieval Nightgown Novels & Stories

That he'd actually have a normal job? I yawned and stretched my body. I slowly removed the ribbon of the robe I was temporarily wearing, and there my all-black nightgown was revealed. After breathing, I also put the black robe back on and tied the ribbon again. It's ugly if I wear other colors because it won't match the motif of the entire mansion anymore.

This accident had swiped her memory so clean that she didn't even know her nature. Anna remained motionless while her nightgown—a stunning ensemble of peach satin-finished silk and lace—and its matching negligee were taken off. She complied by slipping into the underwear and then pulling up the pants.

"I will take to corrections Mr Night– Definitely not Nightshade, Ma–verick." He nodded with satisfaction and left. I also shut the door to the room and quickly changed into the nightwear, it was a gown, a light, rich burgundy color, it drapes elegantly on my body, accentuating every curve. There were thin straps sliding off the shoulders, and a slit up the sides. I entered the bed and lay down pulling the blanket to cover my body. After staring into the white ceiling for some time, I eventually fall asleep, sinking myself into the soft bed and feeling the warm blanket wrapped around my body. It was a little strange how I don't feel uneasy despite sleeping in a place for the first time.

It was a thin, silky gown that felt luxurious against her skin—laced and velvety. She slipped it on and turned to look at herself in the massive mirror between all the clothes. The nightgown embraced the curves she had in a way that felt slightly surreal. The pale color of the dress contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, highlighting its creamy tone, where the silk shimmered softly under the light, adding an ethereal quality to her reflection. She barely recognized herself, standing there in such opulence, the nightgown transforming her into a vision of elegance and grace.

The question from the young maid brings Adelaide back to reality. "Yes, I will wear that one," she replies, rising from the water. The young maid wraps her body in a towel while Adelaide dries her hair with another one. When she exits the bathroom, her nightgown is already prepared on the bed. It is made of pearly silk, with delicate hand embroidery and lace. She had it specially made for tonight, her second wedding night, which is supposed to be one of the best nights of her life. The beginning of a new chapter, one filled with happiness by the side of the man she loves.

Seeing that she still hadn't moved, he urged, "Change and go to bed early." Sigrid quickly shook her head. "No! I don't want to wear this!" It was made completely of lace, which didn't cover anything at all. It was obviously s*xy lingerie! George threw the nightgown on the ground. Just as Sigrid thought that he was going to give her something else, he pulled back the quilt and lay down beside her. "Then don't wear it." It felt good holding her in his arms. Sigrid was dumbfounded.

Once again I nodded, clenching my teeth as both blondes sneered at me, their eyes raking over my appearance a few times before looking away in disgust. Those mocking and venomous stares made my stomach churn, fueling my already bottomless anger as a few maids walked into the room. One pair held up a beautiful gown of a unique violet and black color. It was obviously made of the finest silk with gems studded in the perfect places to catch the light with minor movement. The second pair of maids held up a nearly transparent nightgown with thin straps and a long slit in between where the legs would be. It was very low cut with half of the back exposed and still small enough to hug my body. It wa

“Okay, go put on your nightgown and I’ll turn down the bed.” I walk into our closet, smelling Aolis’s scent everywhere. I strip off my clothes and pull on my nightgown. I look at it realizing how ridiculous it looks. It’s white, with long sleeves but a deep V that shows off my necklace and pendants. The neckline is soft with a frilly trim that is also at the bottom, a bottom that only falls about an inch below my butt cheeks. Rather than being form fitting, it's more in a little girl's dress style. I've always like nightgowns like this because they are comfortable to sleep in, but now, I feel like I should have something more mature to sleep in.

The top part of the nightgown that held her beautiful breasts was made of lace so it would be see through. It had white lace trims at the bottom of the nightgown. It was red in color to match her panties. I left her in her closet to put it on and I went to the bed and I sat down. She came out of the closet still in her tank top and panties and grabbed a remote from the drawer of her vanity, then she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.

Mine is just two months old, and it wasn’t looking bigger like I hoped it to be. I wore the nightgown on my body, only to discover it has a transparent look. Only my breasts were covered, the rest of my body was exposed under it. I walked towards the wardrobe, hoping to find a better one. A loud gasp escaped my lips as I stared shocked at the clothes before me. There were so many of them, including the medieval gowns, the casual wear and the rest of them. Not forgetting the shoes, heels and canvas for different weather and occasions. I was so lost at the sight that I had almost forgotten what I came to do.