My Apron Novels & Stories

I exclaim remembering something important “What?” Omoh asks. I can see her eye brows furrowing together in curiosity. “I forgot to carry my Apron, I plan to wash and iron it when I get home. Please, give me a sec, I’ll be right back.” I beg Omoh to wait for me while I go get it. She replies with a nod and I hurry to my department and into the hall use for our practical. Standing at the door, I could see my Apron on my table through the window.

But suddenly she saw Sean's feet, which were now in front of Hera's feet. Sean smiled. They were very close now. Somehow he liked Hera when she apologized to him. "So, you're going to cook, right?" Sean asked, holding something. Hera knew what it was. It was an apron. "You have to wear this. To protect your body," Sean said as he handed it to Hera. Oh, of course, she accepted it gladly without much thought. "Oh, thank you. But, actually, I don't need this apron. Besides, I'm only going to-"

I raise my eyebrow at him and he smirks and asks "Why are you already scared, Little Kitten?" I replied, "No I am not scared, I just wonder whether we have enough ingredients and I need a lot of time to do this." He replied "You have till the evening. And take that apron." I smiled and thought I had forgotten about the apron. I took the apron and wore it, but my hands were not clean and I was unable to reach the back. I asked Alpha Sioux "Can you tie the apron note for me, please?" He came to me and said, "Turn it around."

Presents carefully stowed away, it's all hands on deck to help prepare for the extended family to come for Christmas lunch. Even I've been put to work, folding napkins around silverware for all of the attendants. Well that, and minding Theo, who's sitting on my lap playing with a ball that rattles when he shakes it. And even though I'm not technically cooking, I've put on my new apron from Eloise to give it it's first test drive. It has pockets at the front and the yellow instantly puts me into an already brighter mood than I was originally in.

His hands slide the zipper of my dress and peel the garment from my frame, surprisingly leaving the obstructive apron in place. It is only when my flesh begins to spasm uncomfortably that he pulls out of me to remove the dress entirely, leaving me in my bra, the apron I wore to prepare our meal and an emptiness in my centre that still burns with arousal. The security the apron offers is short-lived, for I feel his fingers work the hooks of my bra persistently until, again, like my panties, he pulls the fabric off me. A stifled groan of pain escapes me, yet another bruise I will bear tomorrow. The poor fabric falls to the floor, a pity I feel no loss over it; it was old, and I love the feel o

I stared blankly at him who gave me a mischievous grin He was leaning back at the kitchen island with his sleeves rolled up to his elbow revealing his muscular arms that have a tribal tattoo on them, the sight of it made me almost have a second thought of remaining pure until marriage. Alex went to the cabinets to grab the only apron we have left since the others are in the laundry, which was a pink frilly apron with hearts on it, I snorted "You look nice" He rolled his eyes at me "Whatever I wear it will always still look good on me so don't bother trying to make me less of a man because I'm wearing a pink frilly apron" Nice one Alex I puffed up my cheeks looking my a chipmunk "Fine sorry a

At the burn wrapped in gauze. "Ugly," she muttered. "Cover it up." She threw a dress at my face. It was a maid's uniform, but ancient. Made of coarse gray wool that scratched my skin the moment I touched it. It was huge and shapeless and smelled like vinegar and mothballs. I put it on with clumsy movements. It swallowed me. The hem dragged on the floor. The sleeves hung past my fingertips. "Tie the apron," Carmina ordered. I tied the white apron around my waist. It was stained with old grease and something darker I didn't want to identify.

It wasn’t fancy, but there was something about the color that made me feel confident. I still didn’t want to ruin it. The fabric was too lovely. So, before heading out, I borrowed an apron from Miss Lilia. I tied it carefully around my waist, making sure it covered my stomach down to halfway over the skirt. It would protect my dress from any dirt or splashes I might encounter during work. Just as I was adjusting the knot at the back, a sharp, formal voice called from the other side of my closed door. “Human, what are you still doing in there? Your carriage is already waiting outside. I even went out of my way to call it for you.”

I have not heard about his family yet but he said I have to meet them soon. "When are we going to bake?" He asked. What? What does he mean by "we"? Is he joining me to bake some cookies? Oh, okay I have an idea. "Later, I have to buy an apron," I said. We have to do the revenge I was talking about. I grinned with the plan in my mind. After we ate lunch, he also came with me to buy some stuff. We found a shop that sells baking utensils and also I find an apron with a strawberry design. I want him to wear it while we are baking. I hide the apron from him and I pay for it on the counter.

“Do you have aprons? I forgot to buy them when we went to the market!” “We do.” From the pile of bags on the kitchen island, Henrique pulled out a smaller bag and opened it, revealing three soft fabric aprons. They were all the same color and had a cute pattern. Two large ones and one miniature. “Huh? When did you buy these?” Helena asked, surprised, picking up the smallest one. - The lady who sold us the crabs insisted on giving them to us as a freebie, - Henrique lied with a straight face, though the texture of that fabric screamed “custom-made designer piece.”