Bathhouse Stories Novels & Stories

With a great mood, I finally left the Factory Hangar and relaxing in my huge mansions. By the time I was home, it was already 11 pm, since it was a very busy day I decided to take a hot bath in my indoor hot spring. I was proud of this bathhouse, it got a high ceiling, marble tiles, and even a large-sized statue of a woman holding a water pot with water coming out of it, a lion statue fountains. It was grand as money can buy, soaking alone it the large hot spring pool does feel a bit lonely, but to me, it was relaxing. The mansions staff was, of course, wanting to serve me when I want to use the Hot Spring bathhouse, but I refuse their help because to me it was a bit uncomfortable when you h

What if he didn't want me? What if he decided that he didn't want to bother with a mute runt after all? ..... I walked into the bathhouse, fear and uncertainty gripping me tightly. Heat wrapped around me, thick and heavy with steam, carrying the scent of cedarwood and musk. The walls were made of dark marble, flickering with the glow of lanterns, and at the center of the vast room was a massive steaming pool, carved directly into the stone. Smooth black rocks protruded from the water, making it impossible to see the full depth of the bath, but the size of it—it could have fit a hundred people with ease.

', 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.

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.

There had been lots of disagreements over the bathroom with the other adopted children at home. The bath was a freestanding claw footed bath that she had only ever seen in movies. The shelf by the bath was stocked with bath salts and lots of bottles of bubble bath. Clara approached the shelf to take a closer look at the available scents. The bath caught her eye for some reason and she shivered. Was that another reaction from Clarissa’s body? Clara remembered that she had slit her own wrists in a bath and took a deep breath. She had managed to not think about it much since she had woken up. She wasn’t going to be beaten by the sight of a bath.

*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.

I promise not to drown you in the water this time, he laughs softly. I let out a small, fragile laugh, almost surprised to hear it. Alexandre smiles back, and I feel my shoulders ease a little. The bath is ready, scented with lavender and rose. The warm water envelops me, gradually chasing away the coldness that had frozen me for two days. Alexandre remains by my side, attentive, adjusting the candlelight, gently placing a hand on my shoulder to help me immerse myself in the water. — You know, he says with a mischievous smile, if I had known you as a child, I would have told you pirate stories to get you to the sea. Now… I’m telling you stories of… archive pirates and family mysteries!

“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.”