Bathing Games Novels & Stories

Do you just bathe and leave? "Not really," Tania said, trying to avoid eye contact with me. "I sometimes make a whirlpool with my hands on the water and then, I play around before finally taking my bath." "That is an actual fun thing to do, Tania. You must have enjoyed your childhood a lot," still, her gaze was away from me. "I want you to look at me, beautiful. Don't turn those eyes away from me," I said to her in the most gentle tone that I could ever speak with.

Lowering him into the water, I was careful not to get any in his eyes as he splashed and played, making the most delightful mess. “Who’s enjoying their bath time?” I whispered, smiling at Om’s happy expression. He is such a happy baby. Om’s beautiful blue eyes lit up with excitement, and he started kicking his legs and making splashes, thoroughly enjoying the water play. Gently, I used a soft washcloth to cleanse his delicate skin, eliciting tiny giggles as the cloth tickled him. We played in the water for a while, making funny faces and blowing bubbles. I finished bathing him and wrapped him in a soft towel, gently patting him dry.

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.”

' she asked in her mind. Not getting any satisfying response from her, Isha turned around and walked away, "We need to hurry before we're left with leftovers to devour. " Elora jogged to meet up with her, and she took her to the bathing arena, a dull, wide bathing ground with no room or privacy or roof. She saw a few taking their bath, some swaying their butt while they splashed each other water, and some shifting to wolves and getting their furs wet. " This is where you'll be having your bath," Isha said, " and here is your locker to keep your personal stuff," she said, pointing at a locker in the midst of other lockers.

“We’ve talked enough. I’d like to go now.” ****** ********* ********* ********* I pinched my nose and took a deep breath as I dropped beneath the water. The bathtub in this suite was a huge corner tub, and it was currently so full with bubbles I could barely see the wall behind it. Water. It’s my soother. My cleanser. Swimming, a bath, a shower—it doesn’t matter. Swimming was for frustration, a shower for a quick fix, and a bath when things are so fucked up. The water rippled when I come back up for air. I leaned my head back against the tiles and let out a long sigh.

I looked around the party hall as we entered; it was beautiful. "Welcome to our 30th mating party! Ladies and gentlemen, put on your masks! Now, may we have all the ladies come up here?" A woman, who I think was the MC, grabbed our attention. We all stood up and went to the stage. "Okay! We will be rating you on your strength and beauty to impress your mate." I just sat in my seat as I watched them participate, along with Jess, who also wasn't interested in finding another mate. The MC continued calling the names while I secured my mask on my face.

She was like a little fairy floating among clouds. After staying in the tub for half an hour, Xyla could feel that her body had relaxed greatly. She was beginning to feel more energized too. Once she had dried up after the bath, and had applied her skin products, she sat comfortably on bed and logged into League of Legends on her laptop. Now that she was wide awake after the shower, she decided to play a game before going to bed. … At the same time, in a luxurious study designed with Baroque influences, Stanley Batton was seated in front of his computer while he concentrated fully on playing League of Legends.

Straightening up, I peel off my clothes, a heap of fabric forming on the floor, before making my way to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. The shower's embrace is a cascade of warmth, the steam filling the room as I let the water run. The tiles are cool against my skin as I step in, and the sound of the running water echoes softly against the marble walls. I close my eyes, letting the heat seep into my muscles, washing away the veneer of retail therapy and the lingering frustration that clings to my skin. I let the water run, hoping it might also rinse away the disappointment that seems to have taken up permanent residence in my chest. Refreshed and dressed but not quite rejuvenated, I tr

"I hope you can swim." When I open my eyes, it is dark. I am in a box of sorts, the sound of water rushing nearby. I feel a strong kick, and a sensation of falling right before I begin to move, my back growing wet as water slowly slips through the cracks.

A white tank top and a white cardigan and my undergarments. Taking out Neveah's toy's I took it with me to the bathroom. Placing everything on the floor I placed her on the bathroom floor to keep her busy while I washed. Closing the bathroom door behind me I turned on the shower to let it heat up while I got undressed. Getting into the shower I started to clean myself not wanting to leave Neveah alone on the other side of the shower glass even though I could see her.