Best Bathroom Books Novels & Stories

What kind of person had a bathroom larger than a bedroom, complete with built-in leisure facilities? If he were poor, people would call it showing off. If he were rich, they would call it refined taste. Severin, a well-known womanizer, clearly belonged to the second category. Unsurprisingly, his bathroom was something else entirely.

I ran in the direction he'd said, the bathroom is very large too, made of dark gray and beige marble, I quickly took off my dress, not worrying too much about whether it would rip or not, I knew he'd have it thrown away. The bathroom has a bathtub and a shower stall. I got into the stall, turned on the shower and the water came out hot, making me let out a low moan of pleasure. If I thought I'd had a good shower before, this one is a thousand times better. The water pressure is just perfect. I look at the hygiene products and the first thing I do is wash my hair, taking care not to tangle it, as it's big and a bit wavy. I did the same process as before, but this time I did it with pleasure,

Bianca, slightly exhausted, leaned her head on St Just’s shoulders as he pointed out, “The bathrooms, cherie. They feel spa-like and indulgent; heated stone floors, deep soaking tubs carved from pale marble, rain showers steaming the room with eucalyptus-scented warmth.” He turned to her tired-looking, beautiful face and tilted her chin with a finger as he growled softly, tenderly, “Pet, you are going to love it.” Bianca sighed in happiness as he continued to look at the pictures, taking in the polished wood vanities that probably held neatly rolled towels and discreetly luxurious amenities.

I don’t even look at his stuff and drag him into the bathroom and gasp. Weston shoots me a sidelong glance. “What?” “Nothing... it’s just that your bathroom is...wow.” His bathroom is bigger than Janice’s apartment. It has a white jacuzzi big enough for two tucked into a windowed alcove with a brilliant view of the garden, while the rest of the room is decorated with cream and black furniture. “Do you like it?” Weston asks. I give him a speechless nod. Everything in the room is perfect for a seduction scene, and I swallow thickly. Even the lamp hanging in the room offers something romantic. Its light is dim and gives off a golden glow that makes my pussy throb...

Brielle's POV The bathroom's lavish decor is truly fit for royalty, brimming with lavish details that dazzle the senses. My gaze is darting everywhere, drinking in the luxurious marble floors, gold fixtures, and the crazy exotic scents too. I inhale deeply, the scent of vanilla bean Noel and caramelized amber envelops me, transporting me to a world of tranquility. It's like my worries are dissolving in a warm bubble bath. But, just as I'm about to surrender to the bliss, my conscience decides to stage an intervention. 'Hey, snap out of it! This isn't a five-star hotel – it's a hostage situation!'

What more could ne the best way to invite positivity than taking a full bath in a high-class bathroom with an indoor jacuzzi. I would like to encourage you to stay updated for the next chapter of this book, 'coz there will be another action and thrilling event that will take place.

Bookshelves lining one side of the wall filled with different books, There’s a massive mirror by the side of a well decorated dresser. My stomach rumbles again reminding me to hurry up and get down to dinner. Taking off my clothes, I walk into the bathroom. I’m in a glorious state of the art bathroom. Shower is enormous and has a frosted glass pane. It has four shower heads. By the sides is a bathtub made of marble, glistening like it had never been used. The intricate tile work laid out in black and white mosaics is stunning. I step into the luxurious shower leaving the bath tub for a later day.

As for the paintings, engravings and knick-knacks, they were all very suggestive and made her feel uncomfortable, without her knowing very well why. The adjoining boudoir was a real bonbonniere, filled with hangings and cushions. There were no shelves to put books on, no bookcases in sight. As for the bathroom, it was of a purely Byzantine luxury. There was a large marble bathtub, where two people could fit comfortably, topped by a tank with a shower head. All you had to do was pull a chain, and the hot water would rain down on you. Other, smaller tanks topped basins with gooseneck taps. Everywhere there were soft pink towels, a voluptuous chaise longue to lie on, more mirrors, and such larg

Every step had me wincing, but it was my one chance to snoop around while he was stuck in the bathroom and in all honesty, I was curious. I would bet he read books like forty eight laws of power and nonfiction gruel like that. I had nothing against them, I just did not see their appeal. Give me a- "Nora Roberts?" I fished out a book, checking out the titles. There were several. Several was an understatement. All the books in the bookshelf were romance novels. Romance! I covered my hands over my mouth, trying to rein in my giggles. What on earth? My big sexy hunk of a man read romance books? That was hilarious.

The bathroom made it the best room in the house. First off, the bathroom was about as big as a bedroom. There was the small toilet room off to the side and his and her sinks. The over-sized tub overlooking the ocean was certainly a selling point to the awesomeness of the bathroom, and despite having enjoyed several baths in it, was still not the best part of the room. The shower, far and away, was.