Drop The Soap Novels & Stories

She circled my nipples with her soapy thumbs, sliding down my torso, coating my skin in slick, fragrant lather. "You look tense," she murmured, moving lower. "Let me relax you." She dropped to her knees on the tiled floor, the water cascading over her back. She reached out and wrapped her soapy hand around my semi-soft cock. The sensation was instantaneous and overwhelming. The soap made her grip incredibly slick, reducing all friction to zero. She stroked me up and down, her hand moving like a piston, and I hardened in seconds, reaching full mast with a throbbing intensity that defied my exhaustion.

switch to a nightmare that had lasted two lifetimes. "Don't worry," Sophia said, her voice broadcasting through the room's speakers with a terrifying, ethereal calm. "I’m not going there to die. I’m going there to turn out the lights. I’ve lived through one death already; I can handle a deletion." Her eyes rolled back, glowing with the sharp sapphire light of the machine. On the massive overhead monitors, a timer appeared in stark, skeletal white numbers: SYSTEM PURGE INITIATED: 10:00... 09:59... 09:58...

"Oh gosh!" He quickly turned on the faucet to extreme cold and let the water droplets fall on his head. He took deep breaths, and looked at his manhood which was slowly hiding inside its cocoon. Meanwhile.... Sophia too had stripped off all her wet clothes and she walked inside the transparent bathing area of the boy. She turned the faucet to lukewarm with her shivering hands and took deep breaths on relief. She kept thinking about William while taking the shower. "Have I started to like him?" She murmered, picking up a transparent scented soap from the metallic case. The moment she inhaled it, her senses grew a little nostalgic. Whenever she had come closer to the boy, he had smelled exactl

Sophia reacted. "No I remember it all.. that's the more reason to destroy it here, the only sign of Lucas I want to take with me is Zack, I wanna leave everything else behind, we'll just build everything from scratch" Suzan replied with a smile. "I got it, alright....but wait a minute... everything from scratch?? that means you didn't even arrange a home for us???" Sophia asked anxiously. "Your assessment is correct so far haha" Suzan grinned. "Natural element manipulation: Fire blossom blast"

Soap. I step in. Water hits skin. Scalding first. Then good. Hot. Runs down chest. Stomach. Legs. I close my eyes. Tilt head back. Water in hair. Heavy. I grab soap. White bar. Foamy. Lather hands. Slide over body. Chest slow. Nipples hard. Stomach. Lower. Cock. Half hard already. Think of Vorian.

Without hesitation, she carefully removed Sofia's soiled diaper, all the while talking to her in a gentle and comforting tone. Georgina proceeded to give Sofia a soothing bath, relishing this intimate and bonding moment with her newborn. She took her time, washing Sofia's tiny body with tenderness and care. After the bath, she carefully selected a fresh set of clothes and dressed Sofia, ensuring she was warm and comfortable.

It glowed subtly in his hand. “What is that?” I whispered. “Blackgold Florentis,” he said. “A cleansing soap made for recovering mages. Burns away the stinking odor of the miasma, restores the mana, and stabilizes the Core.” He rubbed it between his hands, and the water around us gleamed faintly. It was a beautiful sight. A glowing gold sunset with the love of my life. The soap had a rich amber, night lotus, and something more sharp, and it made me more lucid.

"It's just water, not the end of the world." Sophia sniffled. "But how can I—" "I have a little trick," Justine interrupted, holding up a bottle of lotion and body wash. "Take this lotion and wash, apply it around your body like you're bathing. It’ll leave you smelling like flowers. You really need to learn to improvise for times like this, my dear Sophia. Now hurry up and do this; we don’t have all day!"

Kneeling on the floor next to the tub he washed my entire body with an ultra soft sponge. "The soap is unscented," he said casually. "Nothing to give you away when you get home." He smiled as he did a particularly thorough job of washing my vagina and ensuring there was no residual leaking of questionable fluids. Unlike his lovemaking, the bath was almost asexual, just a nice, tender conclusion to a surprisingly exhilarating evening.

"Mom, what's going on? I feel like--" "Shh." She cut me off gently, pressing a soapy finger to her lips as she stepped back under the shower spray. "Just watch, sweetheart." The water hit her and the thick white lather immediately began to dissolve. Pure, white soap suds cascaded down her body like a flood of bubbly cream. Heavy streams poured off the undersides of her enormous tits, sliding over her puffed up areolas, washing away in a frothy landslide that spilled onto the huge dome of her engorged belly.