I Swallowed Shampoo Lyrics Novels & Stories

she said immediately. “Okay, I’ll do the chorus. That cool?” She nodded. I tapped the floor for rhythm and began to sing: 🎶 I cannot do without you 🎶 I feel like I’m addicted to you 🎶 You have become a drug 🎶 You are my drug 🎶 Ooooooo... 🎶 You heal me... Before I could finish, she screamed. I clutched my ears. “Oh my God! You’re Kye!” “Please stop screaming.”

Five years of showers that smelled like bleach and despair. Never again. As I reached for the shampoo—a bottle that promised “silky, goddess-like locks”—I couldn’t help but laugh. “Silky locks,” I snorted. “Let’s aim for ‘not resembling a bird’s nest,’ and then we’ll talk.” I scrubbed my scalp until it tingled, rinsed, and repeated like a woman on a mission. By the time I was done, the water had turned downright gross. I pulled the plug, watching the murky evidence of my prison life swirl down the drain.

I looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips red and swollen, spit dripping down my chin, and smiled. I didn’t need holy water. I was baptized in him. “Please,” he gritted. “You’re…you’re going to make me…” I swallowed him to the root. That was all it took. He let out a growl that could’ve summoned demons, shoving himself deep as he came down my throat—hot, salty, endless. I swallowed every drop like it was gospel. His knees buckled. And I just knelt there, smiling, licking him clean, listening to his ragged breaths.

I felt wetness on my thighs now, I was leaking more than I ever had before in my life. My eyes flicked back to his as I brought my mouth to his member. I held the base and made a small slurping sound as I put my lips on the bulb on the top. The song lyrics, "like a lollipop should be licked" played in my mind until I heard him say, "Take me deeper into your mouth." I heard him hiss as I slid my tongue down his shaft, bringing wetness that helped me glide down lower and lower. He hit the back of my throat and I backed off so I wouldn't gag. I started bobbing my head up and down, getting into the swing of it. Brandt's moans and groans egged me on.

Losing my clothes on the way over there and instantly getting in the shower, not even flinching when the water had yet to turn warm. My mind seems to be playing with me once again when I hear the frontdoor open. I choose to ignore it this time and surpress the urge to jump out of the shower and see if Joshua is standing there with the keys in his hands. I start to hum 'can you feel the love tonight' by Elton John as I wash my hair, closing my eyes so the shampoo doesn't get in them. I hate when that happens. "I love it when you hum." I scream and try to find my balance as my feet lose it's grip on the slippery tiles.

"Do I laugh like that? Do I speak? Do I move? Do I look like that? I can't remember what I'm good at (Heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me) Where are you at? Where are you at? (Heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me) Where are you at? (Heal me, heal me, heal me, heal me) I keep looking in the mirror 'Til I see myself, I see myself, eh Hey lover, will you blow my cover? 'Cause I'm not myself, I'm not myself I wake up in the middle of the night

"Just wait until I get a chance at your shoes you evil, conniving bitch." Grumbling to myself, I go into the gym and dig up a pair of Sly's clean sweats from off a shelf. Even washed they still carry his scent faintly and inhaling deeply, I find most of my stress draining away. Setting them down carefully, I use his shampoo and soap to wash all of that foul woman's scent from my body, hoping his scent blended with my own will be enough to keep me from gagging all night as I try to fall asleep.

I looked up and there were tears at the corners of my eyes. "Harder, I want to cum." I can no longer recognize my voice because it is fading. “Oh. Uhm. ” He inserted his tongue and transfer me his hot saliva. I swallowed it and didn’t know how he kept the hotness of his mouth. Still not losing the mint flavor.

I think the only way to describe it is SHIT! “That’s it. The witch has SHIT brown eyes. New meaning to the phrase, full of shit.” I laughed as she glared at me, making a zipper motion over her mouth and the sound of my laughter became muffled as my lips were forced shut. If I can’t talk, I’ll still be a nuisance because guess what? I can make NOISES! So I started to hum the song ‘Baa Baa Black Sheep,’ but in my head, I was singing ‘Baa Baa Shit Witch.’ I have a lovely singing voice. They really should let me sing it for them.

Mmmmmm! Tripping over my own two feet, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo, squeezing it and nothing came out. Looking up at the bottle, a giant glob of shampoo falls into my eyes. I hissed, dropping the bottle out of my hand and making a ruckus. "I TOLD YOU! Girl....you is AND HAS BEEN...drunk!" Kris's playful voice booms through the bathroom, startling me while I stood there burning and blind. Rinsing my face I began snickering under the stream. Maybe I am feeling a slight bit intoxicated, but he came in at the wrong time. How long has he been watching the failed show!