Novel Soap Novels & Stories

happy wife, happy life! Anyway, a couple days later, I came home, and there was a trail of soap. There was a bar of soap right at the front door...one in the living room...and one on the dining room floor. When I got to the library, that's where I found Tina, buck-naked, ass in the air and on her knees.

I look up to see shampoo washing over his face and into his eyes, but he doesn’t blink. I hold his gaze as I push my hand forward and grab the soap. “Death by soaping. It’s all the latest craze,” I say sarcastically before yanking my hand out of his wrist. “If there was a way to kill me with soap, I’m sure you’d figure it out,” he growls. I don’t bother answering as I turn away from him. I feel the tug a moment before he rips my shirt down the back. “What are you doing?” I ask, spinning around and holding the top to my chest.

The feeling of warm water against my skin only made me feel even more feverish with lust. Nicholas, at one moment, broke away from our kiss and swiftly opened one of the enclosed soaps before letting it run under the water. I watched him curiously, interested in what he was doing. He gave me a mischievous smile and neared me, gently taking my hand in his and holding up my arm. He let the soap glide against my skin making it nice and slippery and soapy. And as his hands moved with the soap, his lips resumed their place back on mine. The soap trailed along my arms, my neck, against my breasts, down my abdomen and then snaked around to my back. Then, with his immense strength, he placed his fre

I had been so excited for this all day but now that I was here in his apartment it was a different story. I went to grab his soap and noticed that there was now a girl's soap in here. It was a pink bottle, and I had no clue what brand and I really didn't care. When I opened it and smelled it. My god this was the best smelling soap of my life. I dumped a bunch into my hand and washed my body. I stood under the water for a few minutes gathering my thoughts and when I felt more relaxed, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of his fluffy towels and dried off and wrapped it around myself. I opened the door, and he was sitting there on the bed with his shirt off and his eyes were roaming up