Drop The Soap Novels & Stories

“This smells the most like you.” Then I reach for the black bar, grab a bundle of clothes from the ground, and head to the water, deciding I’m going to bathe first. I strip off my now stiff and useless jeans and dive into the water with my soap. The cool water is a welcome salve to my sore muscles as I flex and relax, allowing myself to drop my guard. Even just for a moment. My tension fades slowly and after a moment I lather myself with the spicy scented soap.

James’ POV I leaned back in my chair, tapping my pen against the desk. Everything was falling into place perfectly. Sophia was as resilient as she was intelligent, but that didn’t mean she was untouchable. I knew exactly how to dismantle her reputation piece by piece, all while keeping my hands clean. I smirked, pulling out the report I had swiped from Sophia’s desk earlier in the day. It was an important document she’d worked on for weeks, a detailed market analysis that would be presented to Mr Mahone and a group of stakeholders tomorrow.

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.

Zayne shot back, licking syrup off his fingers. The banter was oddly calming. Comfortable. Knox sat beside her, picking up a knife and idly slicing fruit — still managing to look infuriatingly sexy even while cutting melon. She felt herself easing into the warmth of the room, the sweet smells, the casual ease of their banter… until Knox dropped a small black pot on the table. Zayne raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” Vivienne’s eyes widened. “Weston wants my sperm, apparently.”

April retrieved the nearby bar of soap and began sweeping it across Kim’s stomach, gathering up suds in her hand and then rubbing it against her pussy. Kim hummed in bliss and bit her lip, feeling her daughter’s fingers stir inside her. The soap was like lubricant, allowing her to slide the digits in and out effortlessly. After a minute or so, she moved her soapy hands up and began massaging her breasts. Kim gave a soft moan as April groped her, letting the orbs of flesh slide out of her grip again and again.

The desk was empty. Sophia’s laptop, her tactical notebooks, the little ceramic cat she kept by her monitor—everything was gone. In the center of the empty desk lay two pieces of paper. The first was her formal resignation from the Genovese Group, surrendering her clearance and position. The second was a medical report from a private clinic. Carlos’s pupils constricted to pinpoints. His hand trembled as he picked up the second sheet. Patient: Sophia Johnson. Procedure: Surgical Termination of Pregnancy.

Glass behind them shattered with a horrible crack, water slicing through a table like a blade. "Take this!" Sarah tossed June the Mother Soil from inside the oven. June caught it. She didn’t waste time hurling it at the CEO. Instead, she tore the sack open and dumped the soil right onto her own shining arm. Instantly, the soil hardened around the golden scar, thick and brown, cutting off the signal. Outside, the shadow let out a moan that shook the room. The CEO screamed as blue light fizzled from her eyes. Now, without the Spark, her suit was just dead weight. She slumped, powerless.

Which one do you guys like? "One has strawberries with roses, and the other has a little bear with hearts..." The hearts won in the end. Sadie filled a basin with water, and I thought it was such a waste. She pulled out an old, blackened bar of soap. "Look. This is the special soap I use for my nice, soft skin." The soap sat in the water, but she took it out before the dirt could dissolve. Sadie twirled the underwear in the water with her fingertips.