Novel & Cerita Bathhouse Stories

', I wondered. Eventually I did go back to the bath house. The first time it was on Women's Day where I would have no chance of seeing Gebhard. There were two sides to this schwimmbad: The nude side, and what I called the prude side. I always went into the nude side. The first area you walk into is kind of an open locker area where you can get undressed and put away your clothes and personal items. Normally both men and women share this room, but one day each week the entire place is for women only. There are a few open shower stalls in this area, and throughout the facility. None of them have curtains and normally there are a couple shower heads per stall.

“His Highness told us that you cannot go stay outside of the Quarters without an escort for your protection, and the Quarters does not have a shared bathhouse here.” “Won’t you come and provide hot water for a bath later tonight? I don’t need much, just a couple of basins.” I pleaded with them, but they only shook their heads in stony silence. “Goddess above,” I whispered and sniffed myself. I shuddered. Another day smelling and feeling vile like this. Impossible. I stared longingly in the direction of the bathroom where all the servants shuffled in. Steam flowed like sweet-smelling puffy clouds from the door leading to where the tub was, and I could just imagine how incredible it would be t

he offered, already pulling his phone out, ready to contact someone to make the switch. “But this is the one we always go to,” Santana argued. “It has the waterfalls under the cold pool and thirty different temperature tubs.” “It’s really fine,” Jessica assured. “Honestly, the whole idea of a public bathhouse isn’t something I’m really comfortable with.” “Cultural differences,” Augustine said with a smile, and for the first time in days those words didn’t sound like they were mocking her. “Yeah, I guess so,” She agreed. “We’ll meet up with you later—” Kai started to tell Augustine, but Jessica shook her head.

Cyrus stared at him, speechless. Kenneth let out a sheepish laugh. "Hold on, hold on. Once we find this place, I can figure out where the base is." He explained that the bathhouse had been opened by one of his former comrades. Back then, Kenneth would stop by once or twice a year to catch up and support the business. "The Steamy Side Bathhouse, huh? Steamy indeed," Cyrus muttered as he gave the signboard a slow, amused clap. The owner had clear talent.

*READER DISCRETION ADVISED* Scenes of sexual assualt and harassment contained in this chapter that may be triggering to some. Once I returned to the estate grounds I headed to the servant chambers. Once I reached my room, I grabbed my bathing supplies and headed to the bath house. Since it was late it was unlikely that anyone would be there and I would be able to enjoy myself. I entered the dimly moonlit bath house. I took my robe off before entering the moonlit bath house. I took off my robe and entered the warm milky waters. Powdered goat milk was added to the bath water everyday when it was refilled in the morning. The bath waters smelled like jasmine as I eased my way into the water. I l

I had interacted with enough humans to understand every signal and body language. At her signal, I was dragged to the left side of the room, where the bathhouse was located. It was small, simple, and made of rough-hewn stone and timber. The door was hugging the frame tight with iron hinges and a latch that was pulled off mercilessly by one of the maids.

A dim light was glowing from a candle in the bedroom. The bathroom door opened ;a woman who looked to be in her mid 30s with grey eyes, light tanned skin and curly brown hair walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. “Hey! sweety. So you're finally ready.” the man laying on the couch asked, pouring down some red wine in a glass. He looked to be in his early 20s. “Maybe . I'm not really sure about this .” the woman muttered, playing with her fingers and looking down at her feet.

I murmured softly to myself. The last rays of the setting sun shining in from the glass panes of the windows high up towards the ceiling and the ceiling itself made the place look magical. The bath resembled more of a swimming pool than an actual bath because it was so large. Just like the outside, the place had a roman vibe and there were more than ten large roman statues in various poses that were acting like they were pouring water into the bath. I almost scoffed at the ridiculousness of cleaning all those large statues in the span of one night.

SYDNEY The water fell in a steady cascade, its rhythmic patter against the tiles a counterpoint to the turmoil raging within. It was as if the bathroom had become a sanctuary, a refuge where I sought solace from the maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me. Each droplet held a promise of healing, a gentle touch that sought to mend the fractures in my soul. Closing my eyes, I allowed the steam to envelop me, its warmth cocooning me in a tender embrace. Yet, even in this sanctuary, my mind was a tempest, unwilling to grant me respite. The scene at the bar played out in relentless loops, each repetition etching itself deeper into the recesses of my consciousness. The words, the gestu

They greeted me with respectful bows, their eyes filled with a curious mix of pity and something else I couldn't quite decipher. Without a word, they whisked me away, leading me to a spacious room adorned in opulent luxury. A magnificent clawfoot bathtub dominated the center, filled with steaming water and fragrant bubbles. "Your bath is prepared, Luna," one of the handmaidens, a young woman with gentle brown eyes, announced softly. "Would you like anything else?" "No, thank you," I replied, my voice raspy. "Just some time alone." They bowed again and exited the room, leaving me alone with the swirling water and the weight of my decision. Stripping off my clothes, I climbed into the bath, th