Her Fantasy Box Feminine Wash Novels & Stories

"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?"

Even the box and the package look so good . "It's just Mera . Thanks . " She collected the box and skidded off upstairs . She opened the door and threw herself on the bed eager to see what was in the box . She was even sad to tear away the wrappings . "Awwn. This is cute . " She held out the note that was written in bold masculine letters . "A beautiful dress for a beautiful angel . " Mera held up the dress and she couldn't help but cooed . It was a maroon colored dress with golden lace decorating the neckline and the upper part of the dress . She widened her eyes at the number of zeros on the price tag .

“Guess what your favorite fairy godmother has brought you today.” Elena eyed her warily. “Vanessa, every time you say that, it’s either trouble or something illegal.” Vanessa gasped. “Illegal? Please. I only deal in luxury, darling. And today…” She reached into her oversized designer tote with dramatic flair and pulled out a sleek black dildo box. “Ta-da!” Elena blinked. “What is that?” Vanessa smirked. “Your new best friend. A top-of-the-line, rechargeable, waterproof—”

If he'd loved her, everything would have been different. Jasmine kept telling herself this, day after day, week after week. She worked hard at her job, avoided meeting Favour in person, held endless one-sided conversations with her goldfish who listened sympathetically to her emotional outpourings and her best attempts at logical reasoning. In this regard, Rhett and Scarlet were her perfect companions. She told herself she was managing okay...until the parcel came. It was a box—a box sent from London—and the sender's name was Collins Templeton.

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

My clit throbbed at the flavor, already aching for more even though I was sore. I needed a shower, I needed to wash away the evidence before my roommate came home and smelled sex on me. But the thought of washing Professor Harlan off my skin made something twist inside me, something possessive and greedy. I did not want to be clean yet. I wanted to keep him on me, inside me, marking me. I stripped in the hallway instead, peeling off my blouse, unclipping my bra, letting both fall to the floor. My skirt followed, pooling at my feet, I walked to the bathroom, my hips swaying slower than usual because every movement rubbed my swollen pussy lips together, sending little shocks through me.

The shampoo smelled expensive, like lavender and something she couldn't identify. Thirty minutes of thorough washing. She scrubbed her body until her skin was pink. She washed between her toes. She cleaned her fingernails. She wanted to wash away everything that had happened to her in that basement. As if the water could erase the fear, the defiance, the way he'd looked at her. When she finally got out and toweled herself dry, she discovered the varieties of underwear laid out on the bed. Silk. Lace. Colors ranging from black to white to red. Different styles and sizes, and they were all in her exact size.

Boxes were strewn everywhere in the bedroom; different kinds and shapes of boxes. Shoe boxes, makeup kits and more shoe boxes. There was a long rack of dresses of different styles and colours. A lot of beauty products, hair products were on the center table. It was as if a cyclone had blown through the room and left a big mess.

I mean she's my mate so I think it's natural that she loves everything about me including my naked body. "If you say so, mate," I responded to her and then went inside the bathroom. I couldn't help but gasp when I entered the bathroom and I was immediately greeted by the soothing fragrant smell of a mixture of sakura and strawberry radiance body wash that Freya always uses every time she takes a bath, and she also wants me to use it because she likes smelling me. At first, I was a bit hesitant to use it because the body washes that she's using smells so feminine, I feel like I'm gonna lose my manliness and savageness as Alpha if ever I use it but then Freya starts sniffing me from my neck do