Don't Drop The Soap Novels & Stories

She loved warm baths, but just like every beautiful thing, it could never last. She reached for the face wash from the cupboard and squeezed out a pea size amount into her hand. She applied it gently onto her face and neck area, rubbing softly until it got foamy. Squinting to prevent the suds from getting into her eyes, she stretched her arm for the soap bar from the soap dish. She turned the shower off and started rubbing the bar softly on her chest and arms when, suddenly, the soap slipped through her fingers.

The neighbors are probably getting a free audio book version of my roommate’s nighttime activities. “Maybe a cup of coffee is all I need.” I flick on the kitchen light and stop dead. Oh dear God, help me. There is a used condom on the floor close to the foot of the fridge, full of cum and tied off like some trophy. Bile rushes up my throat the longer I keep my eyes on it. I grab a paper towel, pick it up with two fingers, and drop it into the bin. The lid slams shut. Unbelievable. This is fucking unbelievable.

A huge part of me just wanted to turn around and catch a glimpse of what he could be packing but I needed to remember to have self control, that was what mattered the most. I turned my shower head on after finding the right temperature for it and let the water soak in. I tried not to think of how my father would react if he knew we had likely missed a meeting with one of the most important parts of his life. I tried to scan for the soap without looking at him and when it proved pointless I called, "hey can you please pass the soap?" "Sure." I had my hand stretched and was waiting for him to drop it in. When he did, I washed my bathing sponge and stretched back to return it, "you can have it

He grins, reaches for the soap and starts to scrub my body, ignoring how upset I am. No, he's not sorry! He looks way too satisfied, and the mischievous glint in his eyes tells me that he will do it again without hesitation. And I'll be sure to kill him when he does! "I can wash myself just fine!" I snatch the soap from his hand but it slips from my hand onto the tiled floor. "Baby, are you not going to pick it up?" Pierce whispers in my ears, there's something about his tone... And the excited glint in his eyes. Why is picking a soap making him so happy?

he said to her. Sophia panicked. Her entire body shaking as she heard him say those words. She hurriedly jumped into the shower but she couldn't quite see the soap on the floor and so she stepped on it. The slippery soap took her leg flying in the air. As Sophia landed, she heard something crack…

I could have asked Ryan to have it replaced but I didn't want to ask anything from him again. I saw some soap and water beside the tap. I took the bloodied clothes and threw them in the bucket. I turned the tap on and lather foamed in the bucket as I dropped the soap in. I did my best to get all the blood off I wrung it and hung it over the shower. Then I took my pants and bra off and washed them as well

“Baking soda and vinegar make gas. I saw it in my book. I just wanted to see how big it would get.” Maria put her hands on her hips. “You wanted to see how big it would get under my kitchen counter.” “I didn’t make it that big,” he said. “Just a little pop.” “You made a mess.” “It’s not that much.” “You are five.” “I’m almost six,” he corrected. She pointed toward the hallway. “Bath. Now.” “No.” “Yes.” He started backing away as she walked toward him. “Did you know the first soap was made a long, long time ago,” he rushed out. “From animal fat and ashes. So technically people were already dirty before soap.”

he said as he started taking off his shoes. “Your car is going to be wet if we’re not dry.” “That’s fine. I’ll clean it later.” He said before turning to me and smiled. “Are you scared to go in? Come on. I promise it’s safe.” I shook my head, “It's not that… I just don’t know how to swim, remember?” He turned to me and reached out to pull me up, “You're not doing to drown.” “I know,” I mumbled. “We don’t have to go in if you don't want. Let’s just dip our feet.”

We wouldn't. We chose the liquid soap which was inside of a white container with purple design flowers. Calvin winked at me, gesturing to me to spread my palm so he could pour the liquid soup into it. He poured the liquid soap in my palms and signaled me to rub on his body. Already I knew where I would target.

He stared at them without shame then moved the bar of soap to his other arm. “Why are you ignoring me?” I didn’t wash my hair because I’d already showered that morning. My makeup wouldn’t survive under the water for long. The humidity would make my waterproof mascara weaken, and soon it would drip down my cheeks. “I’m not ignoring you. I’m staring at your rack, aren’t I?” He moved the bar of soap down his grooved abs and to his hardening dick between his legs. He rubbed the soap around the area and lifted his cock to rub his balls.