Bleach Cream Fem Novels & Stories

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 smell bleach. BOLA!!!!

The chilly air hit my bare skin and I shivered. She opened the calabash and a sweet smell filled the air. There was a red cream like substance inside the calabash. She dipped her hand into it and smeared it all over my skin. Each part the cream touched caused tingles over my body. “It’s the blessed mating cream. Very essential for this ritual” she mumbled as she smeared the cream on my back. I wondered if Brayan was undergoing this part of the ritual like I was. Did he strip bare before Saoirse as she smeared the cream all over him.

After taking the headache medicine, Grace took a special women's razor from the toolbox hanging near the medicine box. The razor consisted of four sharp blades, it was new (maybe Grace bought it three days ago). The razor is pink with Rubber teeth on the handle to make it easier for users to grip. Grace opened the safety of the knife blade, then washed it first with water from the sink faucet. She took shaving foam from her equipment box, and shook the can before pressing the top of the can. White, lemonade-scented foam rose in her palm. After lifting her left armpit, she rubbed the shaving foam on her armpit area, a cool and moist sensation spread over the skin of her armpit. Grace... Grace

In comparison, the cream rouge is better, and the color of the cheeks is more even. Looking at the box of blush in hand, the color isn't bright red, not orange-red. It is dull and dry and looks like it is dehydrated. Use the tip of a wooden hairpin to pick up a little and rub it with your fingers. It seems to be mixed with other things. After kneading it, it took more than ten times to get rid of the grainy feeling of fine sand, but even after kneading it, it was not refreshing. It felt very oily. Selena couldn't help shook her head.

The scab on the wound had fallen off, leaving a faint pink mark. Remembering that day, I sighed softly and took out the scar removal cream, carefully applying it to the wound. The cream had a faint, pleasant medicinal scent that I liked. The bottle was pure white, small and exquisite, with no label indicating its origin or name. It looked more like a private formulation. Wendy's words echoed in my ears. She was tireless in trying to introduce me to potential boyfriends. While her words might be exaggerated, they weren't completely made up.

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.

I slid and put my seatbelt on. "Do you want to go shopping for your family? I might shop for my family too.” She suggested as she pushed the hand brake. A smile made to my lips. "The sounds good to me. " I commented. ____________ "I'll just go to the kid's section," Cleah shouted, informing me while walking in the section's direction. I picked up the Azeluxery Brand, softer skin soap. The most famous milk soap here. Azeluxery brands are cosmetics and skincare. I think my mom would like--love this, perhaps.

I wash my hair with a shampoo from a very good brand and then apply some cream. I go out wrapped in a towel, to get dressed. Today I need to be radiant, so I apply some rose-scented creams, as well as some perfume. I put on my best outfit, high heels and then look in the mirror to blow dry my hair. I feel satisfied with what I see, I am not an ugly woman, I have never felt it, my eyes are a bright gray color, my skin is white, although it is a little pale for my taste, I am fine with it, besides, I have very good curves, and above all exquisite breasts, and for that reason I wear the shirt I am wearing, It's a button-down shirt that lets you see a little bit of them, but not so much as it l