Do Me Bleach My Butt Novels & Stories

I grumbled turning and walking to my bathroom, "you don't know shit what you need to do is stay in a child's place fore you get hurt lil girl" I rolled my eyes and shut my bathroom door. As I got undressed I looked at myself, I mean really looked at myself, maybe I could get some bleaching cream so I could be a little lighter I thought to myself I mean I like being a black girl but why do I have to be soo dark what guy is going to want me they only like light and white girls, I bet they'll be all over me if I was lighter "is you gonna take a shower now or later cause if you be late and I get a call from that school again" my yells banging on the door knocking me out of my trance "yeah ma"

"Time for you to blue me." I follow her back to the bathroom, where she's dumped the contents of the pot of dye into the same plastic bowl she used to mix up her bleach, but now there's a different tint brush on the side of the sink and a box of disposable gloves. She sits down in the chair and tosses her head forward to remove the towel, revealing her freshly bleached, untoned hair. "How do you feel now that the brown is all gone?" I ask her, sectioning her hair off with clips. The bleach has dried it out a little, but there's not too much damage.

For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget. I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.” The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles and mildew. I worked quickly, fingers gloved and precise, painting over every traitorous strand until I was satisfied. I watched as the brown vanished, repla

⁠ I⁠ tied a‍ rag around‍ my face like a mask. I po​ured b‍l⁠each on t⁠he floor.⁠ I​ poured bleach‌ on the walls. The s​mell was overp‍ower⁠ing, ch‍emica‍l and sha‍rp‌.​ It burned my‌ e⁠yes, but I lov‍e‍d‌ it. It smelle‌d⁠ like purity. ‍I scrubbed the c‍oncrete⁠ on my h‍ands an⁠d‌ knee​s.⁠ I scrubbed the toilet‌. I s⁠crubbed the s‍ink.

Why would he? 'And why am I so desperate for his cock?' she wondered. 'I'm acting like a bitch in heat.' After smothering everything in bleach, Lexi scrubbed and rinsed them off with water and a cloth. It took a decent amount of time, she got bleach on her favourite dress, and there was still limescale and dots of black mould at the end of her efforts.

I smell bleach. BOLA!!!!

Hunter returned, holding a plastic mixing bowl in one hand and an application brush in the other. Inside the bowl was a frothy blue mixture that reeked of chemicals strong enough to make my eyes water. I recoiled slightly, nose wrinkling as I waved a hand in front of my face. “What the hell is that?” I asked, eyeing the suspicious concoction like it might come alive and eat me. He smirked, setting the bowl down on the vanity in front of me. “Powdered bleach. Gotta lighten your hair first so the pink sticks better. Otherwise, you’ll just end up with a muddy mess.”

The tops gathered as well, eagerly offering their hard-working hands to be devoured and then completely lost to the abysmal slurping asses. The session begins. The bottoms like young colts obediently crouched on the edge of the bed on all fours, dishing up their experienced hardened asses. It is obvious that they do special exercises at the gym to tone their butts. And their holes were as different as their faces. One was refined with anal bleaching cream from the Netherlands; the other one was half-open, wrinkled, darker in colour, apparently torn many times in various directions, cracked and then healed and therefore "experienced." This "older" asshole did not close completely but only nar

"So which bathing suit do you want me to not wear today?" "Boots, sweat pants, a long sleeve shirt and rubber gloves. And as much as I hate to say it, you're going to have to actually wear them." "Really?" "Really. We're going to scrub down the inside of the pool. And we're using muriatic acid, which we are NOT letting touch a single inch of that heavenly body."

She asked, I told her 'yes' before ending the call. The foam from the soap I used in bathing that was glued to my skin before I rushed out to take Isabella's call, disappeared already. Scarlett moped at me, I moped at her as well, finding my way back to the bathroom to finish my bath. I took my time to scrub my skin, using Scarlett's coconut morning solution to wash my face. I didn't care if she perceived the smell, it was my money, afterall. I thought, taking another liquid of the solution in my hand again.