Bathhouse Stories Novels & Stories

he replied. “Yes, where is the bathroom, please?” she asked. “It’s outside, in the backyard. Isagani and Pedro are also out there,” he answered. She stepped outside and saw Isagani and Pedro taking a bath at the artesian well. “Good morning, guys,” she said, noticing their well-toned physiques. “Good morning!” they replied in unison. “Where’s the bathroom?” Alice asked. They pointed to a small bamboo cabin beside the house. It looked like a square box about five square meters, with a roof made of dried leaves.

The warm, inviting water beckoned me, promising relaxation and respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had overtaken me. I adjusted the temperature to my liking, allowing the soothing warmth to envelop me as I descended into the bathtub. The water was scented with a hint of lavender, adding to the sense of tranquility. As I settled into the bath, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. Raffaele had opened his world to me, sharing not only his home but also his heart. In this moment of solitude, surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of the bathroom, I allowed myself to reflect on the connection that had blossomed between us.

The journey ahead might be challenging, but the determination to uncover the story and find a solution to my financial struggles burned stronger within me than ever. In that tranquil moment, I found a glimmer of hope, a renewed sense of purpose, and a belief that even when faced with setbacks, there was always a way forward. The warm embrace of the bathwater cocooned me as I allowed my thoughts to wander and relax. The day's frustrations were beginning to fade, and I relished the tranquility of my bathroom sanctuary. As the soothing steam filled the room, I could hear my phone softly chiming with incoming messages.

Walking into the bedroom, I can hear water running. “Let’s get you bathed.” I nod, not able to form a sentence as Jake places me in the bath, still clutched in his arms. The hot bubbly water laps at my skin as I move around so my back is against his chest. Our mates all join us in the bath and I get to take in my surroundings. The bathroom is black, grey, and chrome. The bath is huge. It is more like a pool. A shower enclosure is in the corner with five shower heads.

This woman stepped into the room and dressed me without lifting a finger. I was in the master bathroom when I heard Mr Colton enter into the suite and then to the living area. There, he and Lady began talking, but it sounded very much like they were bickering. Following my trip to the washroom, I walked back into the Master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit out of place.

The bath was one thing. I walk toward the kitchen. The bath had a frame—a duty, a position, warm water and a question, my hands on his back doing what the duty required. Even the question had the frame of the bath around it, the specific bounded quality of an encounter that began as a household function and moved into something else inside those boundaries. This is different.

I groaned and pressed a hand over my mouth. Ava froze. “Too soon?” “Too soon.” She leaned back, raising her hands. “Okay, okay. No jokes about death. How about… embarrassing childhood stories?” “I will throw up on you.” She beamed. “Still counts as bonding.” The door creaked open again, and Emma returned, arms full—bundles of herbs, oils, folded towels, steam practically following her in like an announcement. “The bath’s ready,” she said. “Warm, not hot. Ginger, mint, a bit of lavender.”

Lining the walls, are tiled benches for the bather to sit on in the pool. The water is tranquil and inviting. Can't wait to jump in! Surrounding the bath are earthen tiles of different colors, making the blue colors in the pool pop out. The walls are painted in other mosaics, telling different mythological tales of the gods and their exploits. There are windows high up surrounding the bathhouse on all sides, letting the sunlight stream through. The ceiling is plastered in white with no mural. This helps keep the room bright enough to no need for torches during the day.

We promised to meet online the next evening (his wife worked 12-hour shifts at the local hospital in the evenings from 7:00 pm, so he had all the time in the world to chat). As soon as I could, I rushed home from work, grabbed a snack, and went online to read his stories. He had 17 posted stories about man-to-man sex, and I found myself so aroused I jacked off three times as I read them. At 7:30, a message popped up on my screen: “lovingman” is calling.

His tail lazily coiled and uncoiled beneath the water, occasionally brushing against the twins' smaller, excitedly wriggling tails as they splashed about, their high-pitched giggles echoing softly. Imara sat between her parents, her tiny hands gripping Ishaan's arm while her long white hair fanned out in the water like silver threads. Koa and Kai were curled up near Ashwin, their heads resting against his torso, eyes half-lidded in sleepy contentment after playfully exhausting themselves. The bathhouse was a haven of warmth and peace, the crackling torches casting a golden hue over damp skin, sleek scales, and the swirling surface of the pool. Ashwin sighed in pure relaxation, trailing his f