Bathhouse Stories Novels & Stories

Losing her grip , she landed on the floor . " Clap " " Clap " The men , stepped down of the bath tub and clapped his hands . Threwing the bathrobe towards her .he raised his arches .The lady hurriedly wore her bathrobe. The second hearing his clap ,some men entered the bathroom .They Moved towards the men .He stood like a strong and arrogant man . His name is just enough to gulp the saliva of everyone.People , literally faints if they think to mess .The king of business world .It's none ,other than Kaiser Permanente.

He put the tray of food on his lap and fed her. After that, he helped her to the bathroom which she had her ghusl and a bubble bath after. She wore a free A gown and a turban. She met hussain in his room getting ready, wearing a sky blue kaftan with Zanna Bukar cap. "Babe , are you going somewhere" She asked in curiosity. Obviously he is but she wants to know where. "I have to process something at the office then I will check on a friend ." He replied.

I asked for their permission to have a quick bath before i began the bed time story they were all waited for. I briskly walked my way into the bathroom in my apartment for a snappy night bathe. Within seven minutes i was done . It was a fast bathe. I starred at the mirror in the shower room, i was seeing an image of mine, a naked woman, African woman with children who look up to me for a future tomorrow. I had memorized the portrait of Mama Africa drawn on the wall of my bedroom... It had been my idol.

The more you live with your spouse, the less you are not nervous around them. Before I go into Dominic's office, I press the elevator into the top floor, a.k.a., his penthouse. The penthouse always looks so clean. I guess Dominic always hires a daily worker to clean here. After seeing nobody, I take off my shoes and my clothes and go directly into the bathroom. I think I want to take a bath before meeting my dear husband. Today is so hot, I'm sweating a lot. It feels so good to take a bath in this super-luxury bathroom. Standing under a cold shower, I use a lavender-scented body wash. Heavenly, I might say.

’ I mutter under my breath as I head towards the bathroom. I don’t know why I let Gregory persuade me to choose those beautiful silver shoes. I’ve never owned such an expensive pair of shoes. They cost more than three months of my wages. I know Channon will like them on me from the way his eyes lit up when I was prancing around the store in them. I chuckle to myself as I turn the tap fully on. The claw foot bath is in the centre of the small bathroom. I say small but it is still twice the size of any bathroom I have been in before. The bath fills quickly and I start to undress. I can’t stop thinking about him. The feel of his arms around me and the smell of his aftershave makes me want to li

He sadly told me that Mommy was coming home from the hospital and would be staying home for a few days. It means he can't fuck me. It looks like I'll be on my own again. That afternoon, I took a shower after cleaning the house a bit. There were still traces of Daddy's semen on the kitchen and living room floors, as well as in my bedroom. My whole body was wet and the shower was turned off. I got some body soap on my hands and rubbed it on my body. Then I put conditioner on my hair. As my hand was raised while massaging my head, I almost slipped when someone grabbed my breasts from behind.

The soft, flickering glow of candles lined the walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper tales of forgotten legends. The centerpiece of the bathhouse was a series of interconnected pools, each one larger than the last. The pools were made of glistening blue tiles that shimmered like frozen sapphires under the soft candlelight. Intricately designed mosaics depicted scenes of nature, mythological creatures, and historical events, adding a touch of artistry to the serene ambiance.

He’s average-sized from what I’ve experienced. “No, it’s okay. You two finish up. We are going to the beach house. If I stay in the same building as those bastards, I’ll cut them open and play a game of operation.” I waved a hand and continued into my bathroom. Before I turned the shower on, I heard the sounds of sex resuming. I chuckled as I stepped into the spray letting all the sweat, dirt, grass stains, and blood from the day wash away in a whirlpool at the drain. I sighed, leaning my head against the shower wall letting my muscles relax.

Even though the guards and the maidens around kept their head bowed as I walked into the bathroom I still felt my face burn bright red from the embarrassment now that everybody knew I was going inside. The bathhouse was twice the size of my bedroom, there was a water source that was as big as a fountain. There were multiple barrels lying around that were filled to the brim with flower petals. The floors were made out of black marble tiles and the walls had a gold and silver themed paint style. It smelled heavenly too. He was submerged in a huge wooden tub that was nearly the size of a pool. "Fill the bath with the petals." He ordered. "Yes your majesty," I said in response and lifted the bar

Caleb calls out at one point, grinning for the first time in days. We laugh at his excitement, but none of us argue. The idea of hot water—even just lukewarm—feels like a luxury. The bathhouse is cramped and musty, but it works, and one by one, we take turns scrubbing away layers of grime. By the time we’re done, the tension among us feels a little lighter, even if only for a moment.