Theory Silk Blouse Novels & Stories

And maybe I did. I slipped out of my dress slowly. Each movement felt more forbidden than the last. My zipper echoed in the stillness like the sound of rules being broken. I peeled the silk from my skin and slid the lingerie on each strap, each clasp, each lace panel pressing against my curves like a promise. The bra was a perfect fit. Too perfect. The panties sat low on my hips, the scalloped edge teasing the dip of my thighs. I’d never felt so naked while being technically dressed.

“Something professional but stylish.” Her eyes lit up, already scanning me like I was a project she was dying to perfect. “You have such a great frame for structured pieces. Let’s get you something that commands attention.” She said and gestured for me to follow. “First day at a new job?” “Something like that.” She pulled out a crisp white silk blouse and held it against my shoulders. “Classic. Timeless. This with a high waisted skirt? Perfection.” I ran my fingers over the fabric. “I’ll take it.”

She unbuttoned the second button. "Oh, my god! You're wearing a slip!" "It's silk. Just for you," she replied as she parted the sides of her blouse and unbuttoned the third button. She cupped her tits displaying them to her. On the couch, she caught her breath. "You're killing me," she pleaded.

Then the blazer—slid off my shoulders, pooled at my feet. The silk blouse came next. I took my time with the buttons, letting each one slip free like a confession. The fabric whispered down my arms and fell. Black lace bra underneath, sheer enough that my nipples were already peaked, dark and straining against the delicate material. I could feel his stare like a physical touch—hot, possessive, unblinking.

"A very long, very demanding meeting. I might be late." "Don't work too hard, darling," Sophie cooed. "I’m having a glass of Chablis and looking at wedding dresses. I found one today—it’s silk, completely backless. I think you’ll love it." I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, my eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell her to shut up. I wanted to tell her that her fiancé was watching me come while she talked about silk.

“Ma'am, this silk blouse, in the emerald, would perfectly complement your eyes,” the sales associate cooed, holding up a shimmering garment in front of me. I glanced at the top briefly, enough to appreciate its design for a moment, but even the beauty couldn't keep my mind from wandering.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I let the poker fall. It struck the floor with a deafening clang. “I’ll go,” I whispered. The mirror in the Guild Hall dressing suite was three times my height, framed in tarnished gold. Blood-red silk covered my body, double-woven with silver threads that pinched against my skin. Four seamstresses moved around me, tightening the stiff bodice against my ribs. I couldn’t breathe. Not because of the corset, but because of the weight of the lie I was wearing.

And since Blue didn’t have much to do, she decided to go out and play with the little demons in the meantime. It was noon when Blue returned with bright smiles. She had almost forgotten about the dresses when she found them folded neatly on the center table in the living room. The dress were made of cool silk. It was so soft when she touched it and it smelled sweet. “You should try one!” Blue turn around and saw Lady Amore at the tailoring room’s doorway. The lady’s mouth were curved into a proud happy smile. “It looked like it was made for a princess,” Blue stated, “I can’t afford such silk and lovely shades of blue.” She knows she picked them but she didn’t know it would turn out this beau

Silas’s voice roared from below the staircase. Through the smoke, I saw Silas moving like a shadow. His white shirt was soaked in blood—none of it his own—and his dark hair was wild. He fired twice into the pillar, the heavy slugs shattering the marble and forcing the remaining mercenary out into the open. Before the man could recover, Silas stepped forward and put a single round through his forehead. Silas sprinted up the remaining steps, his chest heaving as he reached my side. He grabbed my shoulders, his eyes frantically scanning my body for injuries until he saw the blood on my white trousers.

I could not afford to mess this up. I settled on a straight skirt that stopped right below my knees and a silk long sleeve blouse tucked into the skirt. The blouse was the nicest thing I owned, a deep burgundy that I had found at a thrift store years ago. It was still in good condition. It still looked expensive. I tucked it in and I smoothed down the front and I looked at my reflection. It would have to do.