Soft Clothes Novels & Stories

she says. “Do you want to just spray some of my cologne on your skin instead?” I suggest with a grin. It would make me feel so much better if she smelled exactly like me so other guys stay away. “You can also just wear one of my black t-shirts tonight. They are super soft, and since you are so tiny, it will fit you just like a regular dress!” I say in an excited voice.

“Business, formal, casual. Everything is in your size.” Another assistant places a bottle of sparkling water on ice near Cade before disappearing. “The longer you stand there, the longer this takes,” Cade says, not even looking up from his phone as he settles onto the sofa. I groan, grabbing the nearest rack and wheeling it into the dressing room. I start pulling on skirts and blouses, and despite my anger, a small part of me relaxes. The fabrics are high-end. Soft silks and buttery jerseys that don’t pinch or bind. I start to feel less like a disposable incubator and more like a human being.

She Whined As I Unhooked Her Bra And Removed It. "You're Going Straight To Bed Missy" I Said. "I Can Where Clothes On My Own" She Said. "Well Me Let Do This For You Tonight" I Said Changing Her Into One Of My Most Expensive Shirt Cause It's Fabric Is Too Soft And Silky, Which Will Be Very Comfortable For Her. "Don't You Wear This Shirt For Your Office?" She Asked Furrowing Her Eyebrows,Cute. "So What? By The Way You'll Be More Comfortable In This" I Said Picking Her Up And Laid Her On The Bed And Then I Laid Beside Her.

Gerri opened the door and stopped. “Oh, before I go. There’re clothes in the closet for you. Feel free to wear whatever you want. They were made for you.” She widened her eyes. “Really?” “Yes. Everything is in there or in the drawers. Have a nice nap.” Once Gerri left, she rummaged through the clothes and found a pair of shorts and tank top made out of the softest material she’d ever touched in her life, like cotton, but even softer. She couldn’t stop touching it.

With a deep breath, I picked out a simple outfit, a loose-fitting shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans. The shirt was made of soft, cool cotton, the kind that felt like a gentle caress against my skin. It was a pale blue color, the same hue as the sky on a clear summer day. The fabric flowed around me like a gentle breeze, as if wrapping me in a comforting embrace. The sleeves were long, covering my arms and offering a sense of protection. The neckline was high, too, almost up to my chin, shielding me from prying eyes.

She whispered. [Yeah, it seems a very expensive store,] Jenny replied through to the phone. "Seems all brand's clothes are available here. Tell me which brand of clothes you want and how much?" Sohu asked her and she was still whispering. [I don't want any branded clothing, just buy me simple, comfortable and cheap clothes, ] "Cheap clothes? What money do we have to pay? Someone else will pay the money, so tell me what you want, I'm thinking about getting a lot of clothes!" She whispered.

Let them wait just a second longer. I dug around in my closet for a pair of low-slung sweats, the kind that hugged my hips and left just enough to the imagination. The fabric was soft and worn, riding low enough that the sharp cut of my V-lines was impossible to miss. I tugged them on without bothering with anything underneath—no point in being shy now.

Jessie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, “We act.” Jessie stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, her fingers trailing lightly over the smooth fabric of her gown. The eggshell A-line dress hugged her curves perfectly, the nude color blending seamlessly with her skin, creating an illusion of barely wearing anything. Her red hair cascaded in loose waves around her shoulders, adding a fiery contrast to the softness of her attire.

I asked. She laughed, and shook her head. “Then the government would also know to.” I sighed and turned my eyes to the mask I was sewing for auction. I had asked some servants for materials and equipment, and gave the excuse that I wanted to patch up some of the clothes for the kids. I realised, since this was a thing for mafia families, there was a huge chance that Jude would attend it. I didn’t need him to hear I was stitching up a mask, and have him putting two and two together.