Why Doesn't My Discharge Bleach My Underwear Novels & Stories

I blinked, letting them fall down my cheeks and onto the invisibility hoodie. “Now isn’t the time for bawling.” I pushed open the door and stepped into the room. It took less than a minute to charge into the white-tiled bathroom, undress, and stand beneath a spray of scalding hot water. I slathered myself with lemon-scented shower gel to get rid of the stench of brimstone. When that didn’t work, I rushed around the bathroom, looking for every scented toiletry I could find. Shampoo, conditioners, cologne couldn’t get rid of the scent, no matter how much I applied or how many times I returned to the hot spray.

"Get in now!" He yelled. "W-Wait," I respond with my head down. I wasn't able to move freely because my cum was sticking in between the tip of my dick and in my briefs. The cum hardened and acts as a glue on it. Plus, Dr. Karsyn scattered the cum all over my shirt. And now I'm smelling like rotten string beans with chlorine.

She said and made her way to the door. "Thanks" I stood up and heard the leggings rip beneath me. At least, my butt wasn't glued to it too. Anything to save these beautiful cheeks. I pulled off the clothes I was wearing till I had only underwear on. The dye was so thick, it didn't go through my clothes. I used the napkins to clean the dye first. It stained the napkin immediately. I used it till there was no trace of liquid on my body. However, my skin as still a little pink and it was then I discovered.

his voice interrupted my thoughts, and I turned my head to see him rifling through my drawers like a man on a mission. “What are you doing? My clothes are already organized,” I murmured, not moving from my spot. Ace glanced over his shoulder, his calm tone betraying nothing as he explained, “Some of your undergarments have slightly faded marks in the middle,” he said, holding a pair of panties between his fingers with complete nonchalance. I blinked. Uh. oh. He continued, unfazed. “From your discharge acid.” I spluttered, absolutely mortified. “A-Ace!”

A cloud of fumes filled her lungs, choking her. She used the sleeve of her blouse as a mask, attempting to filtrate the air. Her eyes burned as she looked over the room. There was an open container of bleach laying on its side, now clearly emptied. The contents had been launched sporadically in every direction. Some of her clothes were speckled with orange and yellow spots where the liquid had bled into the fabric, and in other areas, she could still see where pools had formed on the carpet underneath the clothes from where the chemical had been poured directly onto them. They were all discolored and ruined. Jade backed out of the room and closed the door, gasping for a breath of air.

And then I saw some of my homely clothing, tucked near the edge of the basket, beneath a pile of Jace’s discarded socks, was my free bums short. It was already used, which was weird… And there were stains. Dry, pale-yellow fluid stains clinging to the fabric. My breath hitched. I froze, staring at the sight, my heart racing I had clearly not used this underwear I don't pile laundry, especially not my under-wears; I wash them immediately. My hand shook as I reached out, gingerly lifting the fabric with two fingers. The scent hit me instantly, a vanilla-tuberose overdose. It was completely different from the soft, coconut shampoo scent I always wore. A scent that wasn’t mine… it feels strongly

I took the bottle of bleach and poured it into the washing machine without a second thought. In the same way, I took the duvet and placed it with the white bedsheet, allowing it to rest for a few minutes. I filled another washing machine halfway with water and detergent, then added the second bedsheet. I observed it absorbing water, growing heavy in my hand. I focused intently, biting my lips to ease the discomfort in my hands and shoulders. It was quite an unpleasant experience, and I was relieved that Yasmin wasn’t here. As if she could read my mind, she opened the door and walked in, holding a bottle of more bleach. “Oh, I forgot to mention something.” Don’s white bedsheet should be clean

I informed him. "Me too,damn I'm so sticky and sweaty"He said and i laughed in response as we both left the kitchen. I grabbed my backpack from the couch as i followed him upstairs. I went into my room and locked the door immediately. I can't risk perverted assholes coming in when I'm undressed. I placed my backpack neatly on my back hanger. I pulled off my clothes and threw them into the laundry basket before going into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the cold water wash down my sorrows and sweat as i scrubbed my body with my banana shower gel. The intoxicating and sweet scent captivated my nostril as i scrubbed my entire body.

he mumbles, and my cheeks grow warm. These weren't the everyday type of underwear. My mom used to tease me when I bought such fancy and delicate lingerie—items that couldn't be washed with regular clothes or put in the dryer. But who has the time for that? I take the black lace underwear from his hand and clear my throat. "Th-thanks," I mutter as we both turn away. "I can't always reach the back of the dryer; it's so high." "I noticed," he replies with a shrug, and I nod, gazing down at my feet.

Why would someone want to do that? Carys: You could take it home and wash it. Deacon: Three hours after it bakes in the sun at the beach? Seems like a lot of trouble. And what if she had a big explosion? Carys: Then you’d probably throw it away. Deacon: So it’s really disposable. Carys: Right. LOL. Get the disposable. Deacon: The only swim diapers in her size are blue ones with boy stuff on them. Carys: She’ll live.