Bawa Bawa Bleach Novels & Stories

Ella nods. “I am not doing that!” I exclaim. “Oh yes, you are,” Lana grabs my arm. “Drink your coffee. Our first stop is anal bleaching, so get your sexy ass upstairs and in the shower. Wear something with easy access.” “Anal bleaching? Please tell me that is something else and not what it sounds like,” I gulp. “It's exactly what it sounds like. We're gonna get that asshole of yours waxed and bleached. No man wants to look at a dark, depressing sinkhole when they are giving anal. It should look very inviting,” Ella winks.

Billy Jean shook her head with a stupefied look on her face. “Three thou… how is that possible?” Billy Jean asked, looking awestruck. “We eat our Wheaties,” Zephyra stated with a snicker. “Or just one of the perks of being a nymph. Take your pick.”

That dream was nothing compared to the real thing, lovemaking that unraveled you from the very fiber and core of your being. Blaze went into the shower, turned on the tap, and waited until it was the right temperature before he grabbed my hand and pulled me in. Blaze captures the loofah, pours body wash on it, and starts cleaning every inch of my body. Then he proceeds to the obstacle of cleaning and conditioning my long wavy red Auburn hair. Once done, I turn to him.

"This is a poison. If anyone keeps drinking this for, let's say… eight months to one and a half years, depending on when they started, and depending on the dose given—and the person's immune system—if luck isn't on their side, they won't even remember how to breathe. The person's heart will just... stop. And it will look like a natural brain failure." I gripped the paper. I looked at the list of chemicals. The names were long and complex, but the result was simple. "Wolf’s Bane extract—does it bleach?" I asked. "Nope. It doesn't. Not alone. "But with this…" she pointed at a text on the paper, "…and this mixed together, it bleaches. Or gives the bleach effect. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," I sa

Just how I liked it. By the time I finished, my scalp burned slightly, a prickling reminder of the lengths I was willing to go. I washed my hands, the cold water soothing against my skin. As I rinsed off the bleach, droplets splattered against the porcelain sink, swirling down the drain. Then a honk startled me. Short. Loud. Annoying.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.

The scream that left my lips was bloodcurdling. I stare at my reflection in horror and almost have the urge to cry. My hair is no longer a fair shade of strawberry blonde but a creamy chocolate brown, my natural hair colour. Oh, shit, shit, shit! I grabbed my bottle of shampoo and dumped its contents into the sink; it wasn’t shampoo. It was bleach. Fuck! How did bleach get in here? Someone must have poured bleach into this bottle, and Kiara was the only one in the room. My blood boiled in such a way that I was certain my skin was turning a bright shade of red. I storm out of the bathroom, but I am met by no one in our room.

I ignored the pains between my legs and proceeded to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me to avoid him walking on me. He might have his way with me here in the bathroom again. I was not ready for that. I might pass out. I grabbed the second toothbrush and made use of it. Turning on the shower, I stood underneath and washed myself. I took a soft sponge and did the necessary scrubbing. I washed myself and stared at my swollen eyes in the mirror. I washed my hair and after a few minutes, I was done.