Pillow For Bathtub Novels & Stories

“We had the closet walls removed to open up the space. Do you like it?” “Like it?” I looked at him like he’d lost his damn mind. What a stupid question. “I fucking love it!” I stepped over to run my hand along the edge of the massive bathtub, more like a miniature pool. The outside edges were encased in glass filled with sand and shells. And the tub itself was lined with a shimmering aquamarine blue so when it filled with water, it would reflect the color of the sea. “Do you want to get in, little wolf?” Clay asked.

Do I get a towel for him? I quickly went down the big bed and ran to the bathroom. It was weird. I don't remember being in this room before but it's like I knew where everything was. I grabbed a white towel from the cabinet below the sink from the bathroom. And I was right. There was a huge bathtub in the bathroom. How much does a goldfish cost? I wish it wasn't expensive, I was planning on buying three. I'll call them Blossom, Buttercup and Bubbles. Like the Powerpuff girls! But were there any pink and blue goldfishes? Or green?

And you might be able to enjoy the amazing view of the city from where the bathtub was put, and the thrilling part is that no one can see you, but you are the only one who can see those outsides. The bathroom features a 'Le Grand Queen' bathtub, the most expensive bathtub in the world. It is fashioned from a rare gemstone known as Caijou, and the bathtub alone is worth many billions of dollars. Without thinking twice, I strip nude and dive into the bathtub to take a bath. I'm not sure whether I'm insane right now, but having a bath in such an expensive bathtub felt really different. The water from the bathtub gave me an upscale vibe as well. I didn't even want to get out of the bathtub, but

A trimmed and tasseled privacy curtain tied back by one end is held by the aid of ceiling hooks to a slanted wall, the white lace material aiming to provides a sort of coverage if one wishes it to. The centerpiece of the room is a clawfoot bathtub, its gleaming porcelain surface invitingly deep and wide. Crystal-clear water cascades from an ornate brass faucet when I twist it open, filling the tub with a gentle murmur that soothes my frazzled nerves. A delicate aroma of lavender and jasmine hangs in the air, mingling with the steam that rises from the awaiting tub. Plush towels and fragrant bath oils are arranged neatly on a nearby shelf, promising comfort to whoever seeks them.

The bathroom was all white, just like the villa. The floor, adorned with meticulously laid marble tiles, gleamed like a mirror, reflecting the elegant fixtures and fittings that adorned the room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the centerpiece, an oversized, freestanding bathtub that sat regally in the middle of the chamber, its sleek curves and gleaming chrome taps which promised a truly indulgent soak that she could not wait to take.

he smiled, pinching my chin and capturing the strawberry, "I think we can make good use of the massage function of this tub..." His tone was highly suggestive, but I was completely captivated by the content of his words. Surprisingly, I asked, "This bathtub has a massage function?" "Of course," Louis said, "It costs half a million dollars. How could it not have a massage function?" My eyes widened, and I took in a sharp breath, "Wait, what did you say? How much does this bathtub cost?" "It costs half a million dollars. What's wrong?" Louis looked at me with confusion, oblivious to having said anything shocking. However, my brain was now in a state of dizziness. Oh my goodness, I was actually

The thing was fully stocked with every article of clothing a girl could ever want, though none of it was in my size. I grabbed a stretchy t-shirt and a pair of soft cotton pants before heading for what I assumed was the bathroom. As I flicked on the lights the air was ripped from my lungs. ‘Here we go,’ Ziva said, already anticipating my theatrics. At the very center of the room was a bathtub, though one could have easily gotten away with calling it a small swimming pool. There was a waterfall showerhead built into the ceiling which rained down water into the basin.

I'm not going to wake up in a cold sweat, lonely in my bed. I turned on the water to the bathtub and waited for the water to get nice and steamy. Then pushed the switch on the tub so that the water would rise. There was a package of Lavender Epsom salts placed there on the step leading into the tub. So I grabbed the package and opened it; I poured a cupful into the bathtub. I then grabbed three towels and a washcloth and placed them on the step to dry off after bathing.

As it sank beneath her, she kicked hard for the surface, desperate for air. It was only a few inches above her head. She gasped; then her feet found bottom and she stood. She wiped the water from her eyes. She was in a bathtub. Granted, it was the largest bathtub she had ever seen, as big as a small swimming pool. It was kidney-shaped and made of the smoothest white porcelain and sat alone in the middle of a giant room that looked like a gallery in a museum. The high ceilings were covered by enormous frescoed portraits of a dark-haired family who looked royal. A chain of golden roses framed each bust, and fleshy cherubs hovered between, playing trumpets toward the sky. Against each of the wa

There was also a porcelain recliner in the bathtub. When one lay upon it, one could feel the enjoyment of the hot water that was close to their skin blowing onto their body. That feeling was no less than the feeling of soaking in a hot spring. Sabrina had never used such a luxurious bathtub in her life. The moment the man threw her into the water, she felt suffocated. She panicked and desperately tried to climb up. The water jets in the bathtub sprayed right on her face, and that made it impossible for Sabrina to open her eyes. She chaotically waved her hands and shouted in panic, “Help, help!”