Gillian Bleach Novels & Stories

Gillian supposed he was attractive, but he never made her feel the way she'd heard women ought to feel around a man they fancied. Gillian glanced at her own face in the mirror as she tidied up the vanity. Perhaps she was different from other ladies. She placed the ivory-handled brushes next to a set of exquisite tortoiseshell combs. Unlike Audrey's dark chestnut hair, Gillian's hair was an unremarkable brown and her eyes a soft heather gray. She'd never stood out as a beauty, but she wasn't unattractive, either. She was, in short, the perfect sort of plain woman who worked best as a lady's maid or a companion.

In the bathroom Lillah stared at her clothes, rumpled on the floor. Pour bleach on them if you're so worried, Neeri piped up, helpful but unsympathetic to Lillah’s clean-up efforts. You can deal with them later then. After coating the discarded garments with copious bleach rather than picking them up and having to take another shower because of the scent transfer, Lillah set about grabbing a brush to sweep up the trail of rubble she’d left through her quarters. You know what we should have done… Neeri grinned mercilessly, asked Kurt to come clean up.

“The second one.” Gillian squealed again. Lily left out entire chunks of what happened. The way she’d almost melted in his arms, the way her knees nearly buckled, how her fingers betrayed her by twisting her hair, how every nerve in her body woke up like someone lit a match under her skin. She kept it simple. Clean. Selectively edited. Gillian was not fooled. “You better fix your makeup before he picks you up at six.” “I’m hanging up now.” Gillian laughed. “Love you too.”

“I will have a room made up for him close to yours.” “Princess Tawny,” A young woman whom I neglected to give any notice to, steps up beside my grandfather. “It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, my name is Gillian, future wife to the Beta, Kolby Crimson. Please allow me to show you where you will be staying.” I shake hands with the woman. She seems pleasant and joyful, but I know looks can be deceiving. I take her in; Long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a wispy frame that looks like I could send her on her ass with one sharp blow of breath.

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

William said as he washed Gillian’s hands. He then perched Gillian on a chair and pulled the charcuterie board closer to her, so it would be within her arm’s reach. Once done, he picked up Calisto, careful not to accidentally wipe away the salve I had just applied. “Your turn, Cal.” After throwing the antiseptic wipes and keeping the first aid kit, I settled back on my chair beside Gillian and watched her put a lot of thought in deciding what to get from the charcuterie board that was full of apples, grapes, strawberries, raspberries, salted pretzels and crackers.

His gaze softened warmly. "You said you want me, Rye," she reminded him seductively. "Come here," he rasped hoarsely. Gillian abandoned the wash cloth and straightened. She walked towards the door and pushed the lock on the knob. She leaned on the door to take off the strappy sandals. She stripped in front of him. While she walked towards the bathtub, her loose white polo and brown slacks were divested one by one. Her brassiere and panties, all white and virginal, were left undone. Her large breasts almost surged to the brim.

Minutes later, Gillian walked out of the room with a glowing pink face. All the skin treatment sections were filled with expensive, limited-edition skincare products! If Augustus could arrange something like this despite being retarded, then what about when he heals? His wife will enjoy getting married to him! Gillian couldn't help but envy the woman in advance. Gillian took a glance at Augustus, and she saw him still sleeping deeply, her lips curved up. She walked to the closet. Quickly, Gillian put on a comfortable blue jean trouser that accentuated her curvy lower body and long legs, and a plain white blouse. She packed her hair in a bun and put on her shoes.

She was overjoyed and repeatedly squealed with delight whenever she discovered something that amazed her. "Mommy, look at this! The bathroom is so nice. I can soak in the little tub. It's just like your bathroom in the old house—there's a bathtub!" Gillian exclaimed as she entered the bathroom in her room. Sarah followed her daughter and peeked into the bathroom, which was quite spacious for a child Gillian's age. 'Oh Troy. That man expresses his love for us in such an extravagant way. But this will make it all the more painful if we're ever disappointed. Dear God, please don't let that happen. Poor Gillian, poor Prince,' Sarah thought.

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.