Bathhouse Stories Novels & Stories

“Hair removal when I’m barely getting a shower… Yeah, not really a high priority.” “I bet the Megastore has waxing kits,” he said. “We might be able to rig a fire-heated outdoor bath on the roof…” “Hot water,” she groaned, swaying into him. “Oh, yes. Keep talking.” “Well,” he was bemused by bath-time as a seduction technique. “It’s not hard, really… It’s just a matter of…” “You had me at hot water,” she told him. “We’re so going to the Megastore. But right now, you’re laying down.”

“Smells rank.” “Not sure,” I admitted. “Stomach acid of some monster. I gave it a bad case of indigestion.” I added a third coin. “If you could launder what I am wearing,” I said. “Oh, and don’t mind the bones by the door,” I added, nodding to the entrance. “They’ll stay where they’re told.” “Bones…” the proprietor’s eyes went to the door and then back to me. The bath was generous in size, and they set it before the fire in the kitchen, hanging sheets around it to give me some privacy. The proprietor’s wife and daughter hovered as I toed off my boots and unstrapped my weapons.

" I peeled off my clothes and placed them with Sydney's. Silas hadn't told me about his plans for the day so I hadn't brought extra clothes to wear. This meant, after I got out of the bathroom, I would be left as naked as the day I was born. The bathroom was lavish with its white and navy blue color scheme. Not only was the bathtub so big but there was a double sink as well and a separate shower which had two heads placed directly above. Standing underneath felt like standing in the middle of rain. The hot water pounded on my body, releasing all my aches and pains and also ridding me off all the sand that even managed to settle in my butt crack!

He walked over to the bathroom and started to undress, trying to push away the thoughts of Nora and his anger towards her. The maids prepared the bath, adding scented oils and petals to the water. Ashier slowly stepped into the tub, feeling the warm water relax his tense muscles. The maids then started to wash him, scrubbing his body with a gentle sponge and massaging his scalp. As they washed him, Ashier couldn't help but feel a little grateful for their presence. They were doing their job diligently, trying to make him feel better on his birthday. He decided to try and enjoy the rest of the day, despite everything that had happened.

” Crystal laughed and said, “The next thing that we are going to do is accept your neighbors’ invitation for their party tonight.” There was a newly married young couple living next door, and as chance would have it, they were hosting a party to get to know their neighbors. **** On the far side of Kuerto, there was a private bathhouse called The Thermae Balneae. The bathhouse was part of an elite club, where posh executive types could come to indulge in their carnal desires. It was designed and fashioned after The Baths of Caracalla in Rome, and to Paul Burnett was his home away from home.

I couldn't wait for the day I'd get to sink my claws into her chest and rip her heart out. A guard came in and unlocked my chains, pushing me out of the room to the bath house. The bath house was a large building with about ten rooms that had four small pools of hot water and I was taken to the one the servants use. I stripped out of my dirty dress and sunk into one of the magically heated pools, loving the feel of the hot water on my skin. The guard, as usual, didn't bother giving me any privacy and I'd somewhat grown used to his lustful stare, and I'd taught myself to ignore it.

As the hot water cascaded over her body, she felt a faint sense of revitalization, momentarily forgetting the ache in her heart. She cranked up the temperature to its maximum and let the water flow continuously, attempting to wash away the sticky residue of discomfort. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't turn off the tap until her skin turned slightly red. But it still wasn't enough! She pondered for a moment, then turned on the faucet of the bathtub. She let the water fill the tub until her entire body was submerged, enveloped in warm water. Finally, she began to relax, letting go of her worries, soothed by the embrace of the dreamlike sensation. She wasn't even aware of where she was drifting

And I wasn't wrong in my assumption when I observe the little woman kneading dough on the counter. "Good morning, Olivia," I roar. She looks up in surprise. "Is there a place I can bathe?" I ask. "Through the back door," she points to a closed-door on the far wall. "Go left. The bathhouse is the door on the right," she finishes, going back to her work. I quickly follow Olivia's directions, and I walk into a very humid, dim room, that has a slight smell of sulfur in the air. Must be built on a hot spring.

I wondered if it was because they feared what Draco would do or because they hadn’t quite figured out what I was capable of. The first time there was even the slightest confrontation was at the bathhouse. I had planned to go there and have a proper bath in an actual bathhouse. I knew Draco had his private bath house but I didn’t even know where it was neither did I want to run into Draco naked this early. I was still a bit sore from yesterday’s activities. I entered alone, there was steam curling around the marble pillars, inviting me to find my way into the pool of water. That was when I saw them, Hanna, Lirah, Kina, a younger concubine and two others. They were already in the water, and th

I wish I could just die first. "There is a big hollow in my memories. Why can't I still remember everything? Please, there may be other beautiful things left in my life. Oh, please. Bring my memories back. I want to know who I was. ." I said as I was crying. **** Nighttime came, and I was taken to the bathhouse where concubines usually bathe. There was an extremely large, round, warm pool of water made of white marble and taps inside the bathhouse. There was a marble table with soap, perfume, and fruits. Why do they put bowls of fruit in the bath house?