Her Fantasy Box Feminine Wash Novels & Stories

She started going towards the bedroom. I wanted to see what was there in the box. She took the box and kept it in her cupboard. She took something out of it and went to the washroom to change. I was so keen to know what was in the box, that I took it out of the cupboard and opened it. Oh my God !!! It had lots and lots of lingerie sets. They were all made of silk and lace, in almost all colours and a few very sexy nightwear. My mind was wondering as to how would she look in all of them??

I say under my breath as I slowly open the box. Inside is an elegant nightgown of silk ribbons in shades of cream and jade-colored tulle. I pull the delicate garment from the box, slowly lifting it to see that it is sheer and long, gathered just below the breasts so that it can flow elegantly around my rounded belly. The box also contains a matching satin robe and a small satin thong. At the bottom of the box is another box, this one flat and wide and made of velvet. Opening it I gasp.

"Shut up, Rookie. I have to hit that aisle once a month, remember? Look just to the right of those items, and you'll see the tampons." My eyes widen. "There are a lot of boxes." "I know. You're looking for a pink box. It has a giant P on it…" "Got it!" I grab the box feeling victorious and read it off to her. "Playtex Sport, Regular size, plastic applicator… Babe… are you sure this is what you want?" "Nicely done," she praises. "That's exactly it. Toss that puppy in the cart." "Tiff, are these the inside ones or outside ones?"

"Should I fix on my own or he hired some makeup artists in his house?" "Yes miss he hired someone and you'll come with him to his house." "Oh! Okay." The boxes have a logo named Experansa, which is an expensive brand. It has a shiny red gown inside, while the other box has a five inches red pump and the last one which is the smallest among the three boxes contains a necklace, bracelet and earrings. My jaw drop when I tried it out. "This is so damn gorgeous," I said and turned around. I'm in the middle of admiring myself in the mirror when my phone beeped and it was a message from Brigor

He came into the room smelling like fresh roses, she loved how he smelt and felt like throwing her arms round his neck. His boxers revealed his dick cap, she assessed how huge it was with her eyes and her nipples got hard without being touched. "Do you have any feminine body wash in there?" She asked. "The one I have is unisex, it won't irritate your skin either, it's for all skin types." Dylan said, picking a duvet and pillow. "Alright then." she said and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and took her time to wash every inch of her body. She loved how his body wash felt on the skin and she liked how stylish he's in nature.

She kept her mons clean except for a narrow strip of curls the length of each outer lip. Finished at last, Bree stepped inside the shower, closing her eyes against the sensual caress of the almost hot spray, letting it cover her skin. The caress of the mist bathed away the perspiration and grime of the day and soothed any residual nerves and misgivings. Sure enough, a selection of body washes stood on a built-in shelf. Deliberately forcing herself not to think about how many other women had been in this shower. What should she care, right? She carefully selected one with the scent of honeysuckle. She had read about honeysuckle in so many books that she wanted a chance to see what caused all

Steam coiling in dramatic swirls, rose petals scattered like the scene of an emotional breakdown. And the shelves. Gods, the shelves. Shampoos. Oils. Serums. Twenty-two bottles, each labeled like a dissertation in seduction. I counted them twice, because I enjoy pain. “Twenty-two? What am I supposed to do, condition my soul?” I grabbed one. Almond blossom. Another. Pomegranate silk. A third. Coconut sunrise. “This isn’t hygiene,” I muttered. “It’s witchcraft.” Still, I climbed in. The water was perfect. Too perfect. Heat wrapped around me like a sin I’d pay for later.

she asked casually, as if she were referring to a piece of trash. "Send her to the underground crematorium," I answered without hesitation. "Burn her completely. I don't want a single trace of her left in this world. Dispose of the ashes as well." Eloise, who had once ruled the underground boxing arena as its undisputed queen, didn't even end up with a grave marker. Like a venomous snake hiding in the darkness, she was drained of her last bit of use and turned into a pile of worthless ashes. She had vanished without a trace.

Noah had dropped off 2 large boxes and a bag. I opened up the top box in a private suite in the ladies locker room. It was a short black dress with a sweetheart neckline. Didn't surprise me that Noah wanted to go with a classic look. I hung it up immediately, still wanting to stay in my snuggly oversized white bath robe from the spa.

So open and trusting of everyone. As she steps back the shop owner moves slightly to put forward three boxes. “Matching shoes if you would like to wear them. My gift to our Luna, Beta Female, and Gamma Female,” she offers shyly. We each gasp as we accept the shoes. Opening my box, I see a pair of black patent leather heels that suit me perfectly. Jenna received a pair that are slightly shorter in height, but again are a perfect match for the dress. And Sarah’s are a bit more risqué for her usual style but suit her and her dress magically.