Soft Clothes Novels & Stories

I had never felt comfortable with my body, Zoey always teased me and made me conscious of everything. And all the scars Leon had given me were contributing factors, my bare back will be exposed. The fabric of the dress felt light against my skin. I couldn’t get over how soft it was, it looked like cotton wool. And yet the material was almost like silk. It smelled expensive too.

he said again, slowly like I didn’t understand this. “That’s what I’m wearing,” I said. I was getting irritated. “As in... Victrolla Secret type shit. Silk, robes, lingerie,” he said. My jaw dropped. My ran raced thinking of the brand. It was not the type of pajamas I was thinking. It was an expensive clothing store that had the kind of undergarments that made men’s tongues rolls out of their mouths and their dick stand. “Fuck,” I cursed. “Mm-hmm,” he hummed.

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲. 𝗔 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻’𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗱. 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁.

Violet Just like he promised, my old clothes vanished without a trace. In their place arrived an entire wardrobe of expensive dresses that scream of wealth, louder than my entire year’s salary ever could. Silks, chiffons, velvets , colors so rich they could melt into wine. Designs I used to only sketch or pin onto mannequins now they belonged to me.

Z woke up with her body sore and itchy. She felt a soft and light something cradling her skin like clouds were rubbing to her flesh, but it made her uncomfortable. All her years, she’d become at home with rough and heavy clothes, so she knew she’s wearing something different.

The soft rug beneath my feet that felt like walking on air. Everything about this room felt like it had been designed specifically for me. And when I opened the closet, my breath caught. It was packed with clothes. Designer clothes. Beautiful, expensive pieces in fabrics that whispered luxury with every touch. Cashmere sweaters in soft neutrals. Silk blouses that caught the light. Jeans that looked like they’d been tailored to fit me perfectly. And they were all my size. Every single piece. I pulled out a sweater—cream-colored and impossibly soft—and checked the tag.

I was straddling his lap. "Get ready now. I wanna take you out." **** I was perplexed knowing after twenty seven spanks, I was still able to walk. The pain was unbearable, and Silvio provided no comfort either besides a dress that was baby blue coloured with lace decorating its long sleeves and bare neck. It was A-line, with tremendous amount of silky softness. The fabric felt soothing to my burning flesh. My fingers gently rubbed over the fabric. Silk. And unfortunately, I was not given any undergarments.

He’s a dead-end street. I take my time picking out my outfit, settling on a periwinkle blue maxi dress with long sleeves and sandals. It’s a synthetic fiber, but I like how it flows when I walk. Silky and soft. I don’t have a lot of sensation around some of my worst scars, so I like soft fabrics that whisper over the skin I can feel.

They went on, walking around the store. She got especially attracted to the clothing section. Who wouldn’t? Tiny clothes in the fuzzy fabric that surge yawns at the first touch. 100 x tinier than the buyer, which sometimes makes them wonder if it is made for a baby poodle. And those little ruffles and sweet wordings embroider to raise at the front. An industry that strives on cuteness. Sarah fell in love with one particular piece, a light, apple green socks with white dots. Her hand subconsciously extended to reach for it. Her soft thumb caressed over the material. It was extremely soft to touch that it made her smile.

I lay dazed for a beat, then I shoved the earring back under his pillow. The sound of the hair dryer stopped. When Spencer walked out, he was wearing navy-colored loungewear. After being in the steaming shower, his skin was now as clear as porcelain. His hair lay flat on his head, and this caused his usual icy demeanor to soften. I did not know how to explain it, but this Spencer looked kind of docile. I was just about to call out to him, but voices suddenly rang out from the other side of the door. My expression stiffened, and I completely turned to stone.