Farrah Fawcett Spray Novels & Stories

But nevertheless, she reached for one of the black-colored bottles and brought it closer, squinting her eyes as she tried to read the label. "Black Opium. Yves Saint Lauren." The label read, Mary shrugged and brought the bottle closer to her, sniffing the cap. It smelled nice, and Nicholas didn't say anything against wearing one. "There is no harm in a trial." She said to herself before she pressed the nozzle, spraying a generous amount on both sides of her neck and her underarms. Mary looked up at the clock ticking in the background, and it had been 30 minutes since she had been preparing. She needed to leave now. She walked to the door and was almost nearing it when she froze, rushing back

Watching a round pink bulb smear across her lips had been a prominent feature in many of those fantasies I had been culling. "What's... what?" I asked stupidly. She pointed directly at the Serenex as she made her way back toward the door. But still putting the cap back on the chapstick, she was moving far too slowly for my comfort. "That. Is that pepper spray or something?" "Uh... yes...?" I cleared my throat. "Yep. Pepper spray. You can never be too careful, right?” But Taylor was cocking her head to the side, studying it as she drew closer. "Are you even allowed to have that? That's like a weapon, right?"

If having him around a few times would make her feel this way… then it wasn’t such a bad idea. An hour later, Yella was still in her room when she heard the sound of something falling onto her pouch. She walked out, and there it was, as promised, a body spray. She didn’t hesitate to spray it, not only on herself but also on her room and every corner that carried Marvin’s pheromones. And on her neck, a little tube of cream fell out of the package. After applying it, Yella stood before her vanity table and carefully concealed it with makeup.

No one else could compare. She picked up something from the table with curious eyes. “What’s this?” she asked—and then, before I could react, she sprayed it directly on my face. Whatever that spray was, felt like warm water and I closed my eyes, unable to see for a moment. "I'm sorry! Sorry!" I heard Olivia’s panicked voice. “I’m really sorry, Kaylee! Is that setting spray? I didn’t know you weren't done with your makeup. You already look perfect and—”

Items that can hurt someone fatally. I picked my personal favorite, a small spray bottle filled with a strong chemical. "Know what this is?" I queried, smirking. "One spray of this on you and you'll begin to instantly rot from the inside out. Wanna have a try?" "Just kill me? Kill me you fucking bastard because no matter what you do to me I'll never tell you anything." A single spritz on his wrist and the skin began to rot slowly at a pace the eyes could see. "Arghhhhhh! You motherfucking...arghh!"

“This was mine. My dad gave it to me when I was thirteen. I had it in my pocket when I… when it happened.” Farrah’s eyes turned to the woman with the rosary. She was still clutching it tightly, whispering prayers under her breath. “That’s probably hers,” Shane added. “Whatever she was holding onto when she crossed over.” Farrah looked back at her bag. It was old, scuffed at the corners, but still intact. Her parents had given it to her when she got into med school. She used to carry it everywhere… lectures, clinics, late-night study sessions. “I guess this is mine…” she murmured. “Figures.”

The description read, "If you spray this in the air, any woman who breathes it in will feel aroused." I examined the price tag; it read $150,000. The Arousal Aroma could only be used 10 times before needing a refill, which would set me back another $100,000. I realized that I had to be strategic and careful in how I used this powerful tool, as its effects were limited and costly.