Pillow For Bathtub Novels & Stories

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!”

There is a massive bathtub, but it looks more like a hot tub and the shower could hold 10 people and is equipped with several different body sprayers. Mark grins at me and walks toward the shower, turning it on, “Next time you come over, I want to give you a bath.” He says, walking to a cabinet and opening the drawer. I look inside and see not only bubble baths and Epsom salts but a few sex toys. He grins at me as he pulls a vibrator out of the drawer, “These are new. Do you remember them from the event?” I grin back as I walk toward him and look at the bullet-shaped vibrator, “I do.” I say casually.

he said, gesturing to yet another doorway. I stepped through and gasped. The bathroom was the size of my entire guest suite, lined in pale marble shot through with veins of silver and gold. A shower large enough for several people occupied one corner, with multiple showerheads at different heights. But what truly captured my attention was the sunken tub in the centre of the room—more a small pool than a bathtub—surrounded by a mosaic of the night sky in tiny tiles of lapis, silver, and mother of pearl. I couldn't help the squeal that escaped me. "Change of plan," I announced, turning to Theo with what must have been childlike delight on my face. "I'm going to have a bath."

Soft, inviting pillows were arranged meticulously, inviting anyone to sink into their embrace. Catalina couldn't resist the allure of the bed and playfully bounced on it, eliciting a soft chuckle from Taylor. They shared a moment of light-heartedness, their worries momentarily forgotten in the lap of luxury. The ensuite bathroom was equally impressive. Marble countertops and gleaming fixtures added a touch of sophistication to the space. A deep soaking tub beckoned, promising relaxation beyond measure. Cascading water from the rainfall showerhead provided a soothing symphony that seemed to wash away the stresses of the day.

The bathroom is bigger than my entire living room. I pause in the doorway, my hand still on the handle. The space radiates order and luxury — cool marble, dark wood, soft light reflected across the tiles. In the centre stands a freestanding bathtub, deep and wide, as if it’s meant more for show than for use. On the other side, a walk-in shower large enough to fit three people. A broad metal strip gleams at the top of the wall — a waterfall feature. Of course he has one.

"I'll join you in a minute." The bathroom was ridiculous. White marble everywhere‚ a glass-walled shower big enough for six people‚ and a freestanding bathtub already filled with steaming water. Rose petals floated on the surface and small candles flickered on the ledge around it. Someone had set out thick white towels and a silk robe on a bench near the tub. I stripped out of my hoodie and jeans and sank into the water. The heat hit my sore muscles and I let out a groan that I felt in my bones. I slid down until the water reached my chin and closed my eyes.

Her fingers moved over the buttons of her blouse, undoing them one by one until the garment slipped from her shoulders and fell in a silken pool at her feet. Her steps carried her across the expanse of her bedroom and into the bathroom, a space that was a blend of modern aesthetics and timeless luxury. The evening light filtered through the large window, casting a warm golden glow over the opulent bathroom. The marble floor gleamed softly, the intricate patterns catching the light as though dancing to a silent tune. The centerpiece of this oasis was the oversized bathtub, a marvel of design and expertise. Its edges were adorned with delicate engravings, intricate patterns that seemed to tell

I peel off my remaining clothes and enter the bathroom. The bathroom is a chamber of white marble and chrome, with a bathtub that could easily accommodate a small gathering, but I have it all to myself. The tub is filled to the brim with steaming water, scented with the faint hint of sandalwood and vanilla. The scent of the water is intoxicating, a blend of earthy and sweet that promised to soothe my weary bones. I brush my teeth after bathing and I randomly pick a beach shirt and ash colored shorts to wear with a flip-flop. I hang a towel over my neck and walk out of my room.

Because, I had every intention of climbing into the massive bathtub and never getting out! The tub looked like an enormous limestone boulder had been hollowed out and lined with marble. The perimeter was curved perfectly to provide several areas where people could comfortably recline and rest their backs or heads. I say “people” because it was clearly meant to be used by more than one person at a time. Fluffy towels and plush white robes hung on the walls nearby, begging me to wrap myself in them.