Soft Clothes Novels & Stories

My white panties had pink unicorns printed on them. Mr. K moved his finger a little. "You're right, the cotton is so very soft." That finger just moved around, still safely at my side, but in a bigger and bigger circle. I reached out, with just two fingers, and gently gripped the bottom of the leg of his shorts. He didn't flinch. "What kind of fabric is this, Mr. K? It's so shiny and soft." "Silk, Molly. These are my sleep shorts. I love how they feel."

Azren goes very still behind me. Oh? Oh, this is interesting. I turn around, holding it up. It's a sweater. A soft, cozy, V-neck knit that's almost... net-like? Slightly loose and airy. And across the front in ridiculous cursive lettering are the words: "SOFT BOYS DESERVE FLOWERS." I blink. Then I look at Azren. He looks like someone just pulled a loaded weapon on him. "No," he says immediately. I grin slowly. "Oh yes."

I hаvе tо аdmіt thаt hіѕ сlоthеѕ fееl nice against mу skin. Thеу’rе hugе but ѕоft аftеr lоtѕ оf wаѕhеѕ, ѕо I grаb a hооdу аѕ wеll. I lооk like a kid playing drеѕѕ uр, but hоnеѕtlу, I lоvе wеаrіng a guy’s сlоthеѕ ѕmеllіng thеm and оwnіng a ѕmаll раrt of thеm juѕt for thе dау.

“Venom, I want to buy some clothes for Vincent.” “Huh? Sure, Miss Sophie.” We walked inside that boutique and one of the salesladies welcomed us. “Good Morning, What may we help you, ma’am?” “I-I’m looking for some clothes for my husband.” “I see, ma’am. May I know what kind of clothes are you looking for? Are you looking for formal ones or something that he could wear inside your house?” “Casual ones.” The saleslady started finding clothes according to what I just said to her while I was just looking around the whole boutique when I saw a blue sweatshirt printed with small teddy bears which made it look cute.

I decide to let it slide. I can't wait to be out of the rumbled calico dress. Commoners like us can only afford calico and the poorest of us wear sackcloth or homemade animal hide. The nobles and royals wear the finest silks, satin and velvet. I've always dreamt of the day I'll be free of the rough clothing I was born into and don the softest silk instead. ~•~ Mavli and I sit on the mat with a bowl of roasted maize cobs and a bowl of goat milk mother had milk from our nanny goat — Valri at dawn.

Ahead, an endless sea of tiny, impractical clothing. "We don't need a map," Noah said, his eyes scanning the aisles with the same intensity he used to analyze quarterly projections. "We need a strategy. Sector one: Hardware. Strollers, car seats, furniture. Sector two: Soft goods. Clothing, bedding. Sector three: Feeding and hygiene." I looked at him. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, looking devastatingly handsome and completely out of place among the frantic couples arguing over bottle warmers. "Sector three?" I teased. "You make it sound like a military operation."

It would be amazing that they win for their first time on the ice under the Dallas banner. My fluffy slippers are damn cozy and warm as I slip into them and grab my flannel, baby blue rope from the back of the door. Now the weather is much cooler and a lot cooler in the mornings, I have retired my fake silk Kimono for when the Spring arrives. I don’t do real silk, I know it feels great against the skin but the thought of all those poor creatures being boiled alive just to make silk, well, it sickens me to the core.

"These are the clothes my mom bought for me even though I don't like this style at all. She thinks I'll change one day and wear the dresses she buys for me," Ruth rolled her eyes before she picked out some colorful clothes from her closet. "I don't have many clothes for you to try on. These are the only ones I think will suit you. The others are clothes that are my style. It won't suit you since you're someone who'll look best in a soft girl aesthetic."

It’s an ARMANI. An ARMANI. A freaking ARMANI! The material is so soft, not like the scratchy ones that we used to buy from the thrift store. How on earth did mom afford this? I chew on my bottom lip. Maybe it’s a hand-me-down from Blake’s mom. Mrs Parker is known to have a fondness for younger-looking clothes.