Come To Your Senses Bubble Guppies Novels & Stories

She makes a jerky motion and he jumps back, eyes wide in surprise. “Oh, is that confidence or mischief I hear?” “Both. Always both.” When they finally descend, everything changes. The world goes quiet below the blue water. The ton of bubbles coming out of their gear, the pretty way the light catches the pretty colors down there, it’s surreal and almost unearthly. Fish in every color imaginable swim by, unbothered by their presence. Gold fish, blue fish, yellow fish, pink fish, rainbow colored fish, black… stay away from those ones, they look dangerous.

Water. I stripped and submerged. Through the ripples, I saw a face. I screamed and gulped water. Hunter, I said, taking a breath, you scared me. He chuckled. I covered my breasts. Calmly, he poured a liquid into the tub, and as he moved his hand through the water, the clear surface shimmered, white bubbles blooming outward on the surface. A clean, fresh scent filled the air, sweet with a light, floral note, and I reached out to touch the foam. The bubbles were soft and slippery between my fingers, popping gently, while the water itself felt warm and silky on my skin. I smiled. This was beyond fancy for me.

I need this break. I focus on lying back, submerged in warm bliss. As I slip under the bubbles, I am distracted by tingles on my bare breasts. The warm bubbles pop in the cooler open air; a pleasant prickle floods the surface of my skin. I lightly trace my index finger from my chin down my collarbone. This heightens the sensitivity of my skin, and goosebumps appear. My finger finds my hard nipple just as my phone rings beside me. “It’s your best friend...dah, dah, dah...Best friend...” My assigned ringtone for Kennedy blasts.

As the steam lightly fills the room, I reach for my favorite bubble bath, pouring it generously under the running water. The moment the bubbles begin to swirl, I add a vibrant bath bomb, watching in delight as it fizzes and dances in the water, coloring it in soft, dreamy hues. Its aromatic scent fills the air, creating an atmosphere of pure serenity and tranquility. Stepping into the tub, I feel the silky warmth wrap around me like a comforting embrace. I sink deeper into the water, letting it envelop me completely. It's as if every bubble is whispering reassurances, melting away the stresses of the day. The sensation is nothing short of amazing and soothing, a true oasis that calms my thou

Sabrina asks, amused. " Yeah. Bubbles likes to eat candies, his favorite food is meatballs and he doesn't like when someone touches him. No-no, Bubbles doesn't like being touched. Bubbles likes to play with sand," she says, smiling up at Sabrina. Jared and Mason(Enrique's dad) walk into the room, talking to each other at the same moment. " Look who is joining us for lunch today." Sabrina says, as Sage smiles up at the two men.

The first one rises to meet me. It’s a word that means homecoming-without-drowning. I touch it. The quarry drops away. Suddenly I’m standing on the bottom of a warm, crystal-clear sea, bioluminescent plankton swirling like snow. There’s no pressure. I can breathe. I can hear my own heartbeat perfectly. A voice (ancient, amused, and weirdly gentle) speaks inside my skull. The Gulf (warm, like a hug from saltwater): *Hey, kid. Ready to learn how to talk like you were born with gills?*

Rebekah cried out as she came, letting out a rush of bubbles that burbled upward toward the surface. They kept sinking toward the bottom and Lucien worked up a rhythm, fucking her steadily, he wanted her to experience another form of adventure and she was sure as hell getting it. She felt his balls each time he bottomed out in her and a fresh stream of bubbles issued from her mouth. He kneaded her breasts, tweaking the nipples roughly. They grew harder and longer than she could ever remember, so much so that they were a bit painful.

Water sloshed as she clung to the glass, her reflection warping comically. "Solar-powered bubbles," Cassian said, steadying her with a smirk. "Generates energy. The floor? Pure pettiness. My architect thought ‘why walk when you can glide?’" He tapped the glass where a silver carp nuzzled Amara’s distorted reflection. "That’s Bubbles. He’s harmless. Mostly judges your posture." Amara glared at the carp. "He’s smirking." "Robotic fish don’t smirk," Cassian deadpanned. "They lack facial muscles. Unlike Jacques."

I was lost in a slow paced world within his gaze like in space without gravitational force, floating amidst lively coloured bubbles, bouncing off of one to the other with tiny shinny million gold dusts and sparkly stars moving merrily hypnotically all around. I assume he was in the same boat as me cause he also didn't move an inch. We traded the eye hook for a while. I don't know for how long we stayed in connection then came the wake up call, when suddenly the atmosphere became unbearably scorching ensued by a low menacing growl! I was snapped out of the trance instantly.

'G'day Mate! I giggle and he looks super surprised as his eyes darken to a cobalt blue. And he laughs loudly throwing his head back and holding my hands, he looks back at me and his wet lips kiss my knuckles. "That was actually pretty good there, Babe." He smiles and I don't want people to stare so I go to pull his sunglasses down, my fingertips lightly touching his skin. I feel light sparks and I see him gasp, shiver, and his eyes flutter shut. He blushes and his Adams Apple bobs up & down. WOW! I got him feeling like that damn!? I smirk at him because it feels great to know that I can make him feel so good. I have an idea, "Hey do you want to go get on a water ride?" His eyes snap open, hi