Phoenix Gay Bathhouse Novels & Stories

“Well this is the laundromat, and shower stalls for this park. Since we could not go to your place, and we can not go to my place I figured this place would give us some privacy. Jayce grabs my hand, and once again leads the way past the washers, past the couches, and down the hallway with the doors. Finally, he stops in front of the last door, opens it and ushers me in the room. For a moment I am engulfed in a pitch-black darkness. Jayce fixes that problem relatively quickly though, and a softer white light starts glowing in the room. Looking around I see that we are in a bathroom of sorts. There is a toilet, a urinal, a sink with a mirror. Farther into the room there is a stall that I am a

And did I mention, when not angry, his voice was smooth velvet? He didn't give me a chance to respond; his hand wrapped around mine, and I mean wrapped. There was nothing left of my fingers or palm. He used his body to block me from the other guys, and backed me up slightly before turning me around so I preceded him through a short hallway. His small touch to my shoulder guided me in the direction he wanted. He gave a gentle backward pull on my hand, so I stopped. Reaching in front of me, he opened the door, ushering me into a gargantuan bathroom. The party suite was located in one of the most exclusive hotels in Phoenix, and if the incredible front room didn't give it away, this one did. La

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace and the phoenix tattoo on her wrist that marked her rebirth. Rafael's intake of breath was audible. "Jesus, Natalie. You're..." "What?" "Perfect." He traced the tattoo with one finger, his touch feather-light. "This is beautiful. What does it mean?" The question hit her like a physical blow. The phoenix was everything—her death, her rebirth, her transformation from victim to avenger. It was the symbol of rising from ashes, of becoming something stronger and more dangerous than what came before. But she couldn't tell him that. So she gave him a version of the truth instead.

“Sir, there was a call from the penthouse this morning asking for shampoo. I told the caller only owners could make such requests.” The manager frowned. “Mr. Madrigal, I apologize. Our policy does state—” “I know your damn policy,” Phoenix snapped. “But your employee hung up on my wife, forcing her to go out and buy shampoo herself. When she returned, the door was locked, and she had to sit outside for six hours waiting for me to come back.” The manager’s eyes widened. “Your wife?” “Yes, my wife,” Phoenix said coldly. “And whatever I own, she owns. That makes her a part-owner of the penthouse.”

My face flushed slightly as I remembered what we had done that interrupted my bathing time. “Sure. But although it’s already dark and we still have a few minutes before being late bathing can really take our time.” Phoenix said. “So are you saying we shouldn’t bathe then?” I asked in laughter. “No. We should. But we should make it faster.” Phoenix said. “What?” I laughed as I didn’t really understand what he was saying. I only had a picture of someone trying to bathe so fast that they actually started sweating in my mind and it made me laugh. But even after laughing I looked at Phoenix and there was a serious expression on his face.

Tommy said and walked away. “Thanks,” Matt said again and continued listening to the two gentlemen. “How did you know Joe again?” the black guy asked. “Oh, we’ve known each other from the same haunts in Phoenix. He came there to visit me. I came to this one horse town to visit him,” D.W. answered. “Oh, you know about this place, right?” “What do you mean?” the black guy asked. “This is an orgy house, man,” D.W. whispered. “Tits and ass flow free in this place on the weekends.”

Ding Dong!! The Phoenix Mafia arrived at Charles cabin, assembled outside his garage door. After checking the surveillance camera, Charles opened the garage door for the team to enter. "Wow, boss. This is like the batcave. Only it's the Phoenix Cabin." said Keith as he admired his surroundings. "Woah, Keith. I think you may have stumbled on something." said Charles with a smile on his face. "The Phoenix Cabin. Nice name. I think that's what I'll call this place from now on."

“What now? If you want me to fight the goddess with you, no.” “That’s not it. My father owned a club called Phoenix’s Claws. Exclusively for wolves. Since his death, it’s been mismanaged and our revenue has dropped so far.” “What does that have to do with me?” Cathy asked grumpily. “Most of our customers now distance themselves from us because of Ezekiel and what happened to my father. They are worried for their safety. What do you think I should do about it?” Cathy shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe make the club less exclusive? Invite the humans, they love a sense of danger and nothing makes female humans more horny than the thought that a wolf could bite and change them. Do that and watch the

There's always another way, and Alex needed to know it. "Simple. I just have to pay a visit to Pheonix Entertainment." ------------- Pheonix Entertainment's new building was a master piece, I will say that. But the quarter's given to Fiction was just... I'm speechless. Built in glass from floor to roof, The Fiction member's rooms looked like they were glass boxes suspended in mid air. It was just beautiful, but the only problem was, it looked like they had no privacy to themselves. Anyone could see them. Anyone literally.

Dex rested his head on his raised elbow while feasting his eyes on her nudity. Even though Phoenix felt weak from the marathon they had just undergone, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom for a cold shower. "May I join you?" Dex called after her. "Not in your dreams." Phoenix slammed the door to the bathroom shut making Dex chuckle. He sat up on the bed and counted the number of used condoms littered on the floor. "1,2, 3,4, 5 and 6... Wow!" Dex smiled to himself. "Here I was thinking that we used up to ten. Lara is awesome."