Bathing Games Novels & Stories

It had steps leading up to it and jets all around the tub. Screw the shower, I'm going for a swim. I hadn’t taken a relaxing bath in Goddess knows how long and this swimming pool of a tub was calling my name. There were essential oils and bubble baths on the ledge behind the tub. There was also a glass jar filled with those bath bombs I’d heard Alpha David’s daughters rave about. I started the water and dropped in a few lavender scented oils and a floral scented bath bomb, impatiently waiting for the water to fill the tub.

The bathroom was ridiculously huge. It was a plainly painted white room, with tiny patches of gold at strategic locations. Steam curled lazily in the air. Lavender scented candles flickered at the four corners of the room. And sitting right in the center was a large tub already filled with warm, foamy water, bubbles stacked high like clouds. Of course the system would do something like this. I bet it is some kind of a trap, aimed at making players miss their deadline. I sank into the bath with a sigh so deep it felt like my soul was leaving my body.

I spent hours with the both of them, playing board games, not noticing how much time was escaping me. I don’t think I have smiled more; Grace was brilliant, such a beautiful, sweet girl, and it tugged at my heart every time she broke out into coughs, her eyes watering as she put on a brave face and tried to keep her eyes on her cards. “I’m just trying to get you to be sympathetic for me, so you don’t see this,” she slammed down a blackjack when it was about to be Corbyn’s turn, “coming,” she grinned, laughter bubbling in her throat at the look of displeasure on Emerson’s face.

I bent slowly and blushed, rubbing my hands together. " Are you cold?" He asked me. " I think so. The night's wind must have gotten to me." " You should have a hot bath. And if you like there's a hot tub here as well." He said. " there is? I think I'll just go for the hot bath instead." " Really?" "Really," I confirmed. " Okay... See you later." He said and kissed me on the forehead before leaving. I watched him leave, only God knows where he's going. I rubbed my hands together before walking into one of the empty rooms to go and have a bath.

Out of uniform, she rolled off her underwear and went to the adjacent room for a long soak. The steam was heavy in the lit communal shower room. Inside was nearly empty since everyone's shift was two hours away. She was there with four, maybe five other ladies. There wasn't anyone she recognized, so she kept to herself. Two were talking; one just got in a stall while the other was about to leave utterly naked with just a towel. She took the stall further from the door. She dropped her bath basket, hooked the towel beside the showerhead, and made the water run. Frigid, hard tap water met her face and chest, gradually running all over her slim body, leaving gooseflesh everywhere. It brought he

I need to ensure the line between us doesn't blur more than it already has. On the eighth day, I'm in the Unfortunate bathhouse, alone, after a ten-hour kitchen and laundry shift. I reach for the taps and turn them. Cold water shoots out of the circular shower head above me, and I gasp as it drenches me. It wakes me up and soothes the tension in my muscles. In a few deep breaths, the stream turns from cold to hot. Steam billows, rapidly filling the space, filling my lungs. I reach out for the soap dispenser, and it deposits a squirt of the green liquid in my hands. I wrinkle my nose at the antibacterial smells they've tried to mask with berry. Stepping out from under the jets, I smear the so

she calls out. “I’m going to bathe. You’re welcome to join me.” I call out over my shoulder. Without another word, I stride toward the large bathing chamber with its amazing appliances. I might dislike humans and wish them out of existence, but I have to say they have very creative ways of living. As Lilith called it, the bathroom is large, with white tiles laid out cleanly across the walls and floor. It has a large tub and shower with various waterfall settings that I’ve quite enjoyed. Stepping forward, I slip out of my boxer briefs and open the large, glass shower door. I don’t look back or acknowledge Brielle’s presence, but I can sense her presence as I step inside of the shower stall an

I obey. With my hands on the bathroom wall, Dominique glides his palm down my back, massaging the froth all over my skin and down to my butt crack. I start to hear the sound of water pattering against the tiled floor as Dominique puts his other hand around me and turns me around. He gently pulls me forward so that I’m under the shower. I shut my eyes when the cold water touches my skin, slowly sobering me up.

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

When the water inundated the two of us, Blaze turned off the water in the bath tub. Now that we were soaking in warm water, I could feel Blaze's tense anatomy touching my back. Blaze picks up a pink and purple bath bomb, he throwed it in the warm water in the bath tub where we were soaking, making it... give off a lot of foam and the scent of lavender blossoms.