Obsession Clothes Novels & Stories

They looked at us like we were some animals. His eyes drifted to what I was wearing, and his brows knitted. His forehead drew lines as his gaze shifted back to my eyes. “What the fuck is this, how did you get this?” “Ric gave it to me, my other dress was uncomfortable.” “What are you gonna do next, fuck him?” “What?” I asked with a puzzled face. “This is not a brothel.” “I am not a whore.” I bit my lower lip to hold in my tears. Walking around in that dress was what made me look like a whore.

And on her face, that same satisfied smirk. The bottom right picture was her in what was probably her apartment, standing in front of a mirror. She looked perfectly coiffed and styled, her face turned into a wicked looking kiss, but her outfit was absolutely filth. A trashy looking tight blue tank top, the spaghetti straps digging into her shoulders due to the stress caused by her mammoth rack. Her top was molded to her large breasts, showing off their perfectly smooth, round shape, and there were clear indents caused by her throbbing nipples. Her midriff was exposed, leaving her fit belly bare. Down lower, she wore a tiny, denim skirt, cut way too short, barely covering her nether-regions.

I have three weeks to come up with three thousand dollars or I can kiss my life goodbye. Sitting here in the small office at the back of my store on a Saturday night wallowing in self pity, is what my life has reduced to. Fashion Lovers has beautiful clothes that I get from distributers around the world. You can find items from many designer names and others with no-name brands. I have always liked to keep a wide variety to target a larger clientele. Now looking through the office door to the storage room that is nearly empty, I truly am appreciating the severity of the situation.

"How long has it been since I tried to have fun?" Cass asked herself when she got free time after the show. As usual, it was a success, and all people who watched were satisfied to see the collection of Arturia. Her quirk of using weird styles as patterns for her clothes caught the interest of fashion enthusiasts. Let's add to the fray her employer who likes to decide on the spot on which model should wear the clothes. Their combo made their business prosper in a few years.

It is a sight to behold, a testament to the opulence and grandeur of this place. As I looked around the closet, I am met with a sight that made me feel both envious and intimidated. Rows upon rows of luxurious clothes are neatly hung on hangers, drawers full of designer underwear and ties, and racks of shoes that looked like they were worth a fortune made of the finest Italian leather, all meticulously arranged to perfection. It was clear that every item was handpicked with the utmost care, each expensive piece bearing the name of a well-known brand that screamed 'I'm a fucking Don'. The scent in the room was unmistakable, a fragrance that I had recalled from memory over and over again, a sc

He then held the hem of my dress and slowly parted my legs. “My dress…” My words were cut short when I heard the fabric being ripped apart, allowing him to spread my legs wider. “I’ll buy you a new one… In different colors.” “You will run out of money if you keep buying me expensive dresses.” “I just need to work harder then. Maybe start more business transactions to keep up with the expenses because my Luna seems to have an obsession with dresses.” “Me?” My eyes widened as I anchored my elbows on the mattress and lifted my upper body so I could meet his eyes. “You’re the one destroying these beautiful dresses. You’re the one with the obsession ripping them apart.”

I smooth my palms down the front of my tight black dress, fingering the folds in the fabric as I go. The expensive black fabric wraps tight around my body and clings high on my thighs. The tiny, thin straps hold the dress over my bra-less breasts, but the neckline dips deep. It's the only dress of its kind I own. Long forgotten, I found this impulse buy hidden far in the back of my wardrobe and away from Blade's prying eyes. It still had the price tag on it and Blade hated when I spent money on expensive clothes. So, I hid it to avoid conflict. Wearing it reminds me why I bought it. It was breathtaking on the mannequin and when I tried it on I felt sexy. Good to know time hasn't changed that

I braced myself for nothing but found something completely unexpected. The cabinet was packed—full of clothes, all women’s clothes. Dresses. Dozens of them, neatly hung, mostly summer styles: flowing maxi dresses, light fabrics perfect for warm days. They looked expensive, too. I caught my breath. Whose could these be? My mind jumped to the obvious guess.

"I'll go, but I'll wear something comfortable." "Okay, at least I got you to go," he smiled, "what will you wear?" He took the right to open my closet and search. I had tidied up my clothes today and was a little annoyed that Piper messed them up. I suffered from OCD and what I did caused me anxiety. "I'll just wear a dress." I hurriedly pulled out a cute flowery dress that reached above my knees. -Are you sure? He asked me not so convinced. I could see it in the expressions on his face.

Three hundred fucking dollars The Ladies’ Shop was bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside. Racks of clothes stood like towers—silks, satins, tiny dresses that looked like they belonged to models on magazine covers, and then more casual pieces that still looked better than anything I had ever worn in my life. Carlson stopped right in front of a rack of crop tops. He folded his arms, tilted his head, and then looked at me with the same expression doctors used when they were about to tell you your test results.