Pillow For Bathtub Novels & Stories

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.

"He’s a mafia boss. A literal mass murderer. Do not let him tease you into a stroke before the zombies even get here." ​Shaking off the lingering embarrassment, I turned and headed into the bathroom. ​The bathtub was a massive, white marble basin that looked more like a mini-pool, complete with gold-plated fixtures and a neat row of expensive bath oils. I turned on the hot water, letting the room fill with a thick, warm mist that smelled of lavender and vanilla. Then I turned on the cold water to make sure the water wasn't scorching to my skin. ​As the tub filled, I slowly peeled off the tight, wrinkled black dress and took off my underwear that were now damp. This was why I needed a new one

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.

"I have to take my time with my bath." She rushed over to her enormous en-suite bathroom, which was bigger than most people's bedrooms. The bathtub was a luxurious freestanding soaking tub made of smooth white marble. Jems turned on the taps, watching the water pour out in a steady stream, and added some lavender bath salts that immediately began to dissolve, releasing a calming scent into the steamy air.