Poppy Bubblebath Novels & Stories

We locked the doors and headed home, feeling nervously excited, but so very tired. We eat dinner, and Brian runs me a hot bath with salts and bubbles. He put up candles and had soft music playing. Rose peddles floating in the water cucumber slices for eyes, my favorite face mask ready to use. I sigh as I slide in the water and start to relax. it's been a crazy few weeks. There's so much going on, and I've been needing something like this. I sigh and sink deeper into the water, smiling. I must of dosed off a little because the next thing I know, the water is cold, and the bubbles are gone. I jump up and hurry to shower off. I hear movement by the tub and see Brian cleaning up the rose peddles

How am I supposed to handle this if I am pregnant with Calyx’s baby? I struggle to stand and glance longingly at the luxurious tub. I turn on the faucets, filling the tub with warm water and adding in a generous amount of lavender-scented bubbles and soothing essential oils. As the water level rises, I slowly sink down into the tub, feeling the tension melt away from my body. The tub is large enough for me to stretch out and fully immerse myself in the warm embrace of the water. The scent of lavender fills my nostrils, calming my mind and easing my worries. For a few precious moments, I am able to let go of all thoughts of potential pregnancy and simply bask in the tranquillity of the moment

She was never really allowed to bathe growing up, and in the orphanage and servants bathrooms, it was all showers. Toby smiled as he led her to the chairs by the fireplace. "I'll be right back." He told her as he disappeared into the bathroom. He came back moments later, calling for Maia to come on in. She stepped into the hot and steamy bathroom and saw that he had drawn her a bubble bath. It smelled strongly of lavender, which she loved. "Here, I have you all the soap, shampoo, and conditioner you could need. There's also plenty of lotions you can use afterwards. Feel free to use anything in here you like." He handed her a neatly folded towel and headed to go back to the room.

I let my head rest against the edge of the tub, my eyes half-closed, letting my mind wander freely. I blew the bubbles off one of my boobs. I felt the warmth of my breath caress my nipple. The warmth was rapidly replaced by the coolness of the air as the water and bubbles flew off. My nipple was then once again submerged beneath the warm water. It felt wonderful. I blew the bubbles off the other breast and experienced the same wonderful sensation. My nipples hardened instantly each time, its sensitive peaks begging for more attention. I traced a finger around one, imagining stronger hands like the boys or David’s rough grip mixed with the softer, curious touch I secretly craved from Brenda.

I would never take him to be such a sensual man. I go to the bathroom and I'm literally awe stricken, it's the size of an entire room and oh my god, he has a jacuzzi. Okay I admit he has good taste. I fill the tub with the lavender bubble bath lotions, and there's a series of berry scented body wash and who am I to say no?. I use all of them, the frosted berries, the cozy musk, the fresh citrus, goji berries, and even my favourite mulberry, I just add them all.

“A nice hot bath will make ye feel better. But I’m sorry to say, ye will be sore for a bit, still.” Poppy sighed in pleasure as he lowered her into the tub, adding bath salts to the water. Soon the scent of lilacs filled the room, causing her to relax even more; she floated in the tub allowing the hot water to soothe her aching thighs. “Ah, lass, ye were marvelous.” Malcom climbed in behind her, holding her as the hot water splashed around them. “Thank ye for the gift.” “What gift?” Poppy’s brain felt like mush and she was starting to drift off to sleep, even as she snuggled into his embrace.

I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling the gentle warmth that came from my baby within. Sigh. Time for a bath, baby. I walked to the bathtub, where a warm bubble bath had been prepared for me. I placed my hand in; it was just the right temperature. I couldn't help but smile. I slowly got into the bathtub and sank in, sighing out loud and the warm water soothes my body. I felt tingling all over my body, and the gentle smell of flowers from the bubble made me relax. It's always a new smell. This one was lavender; yesterday's own was poppy; the day before, rose. I was told that the soaps were all brought over by Bailey.

Julie grabbed her toothbrush, put some toothpaste on it, and brushed her teeth. Next, she ran hot water inside her tub. When the bathtub was full, Julie added into the water, "Deep Steep Rosemary Mint" bubble bath, plus Lavender, and Epsom salt. Afterward, she created a playlist filled with relaxing tunes and began playing them. Lastly, Julie undressed from in her zebra pattern pajama and got into the tub. She grabbed her scrub, rubbed about forty milliliters on her arms and legs in a circular motion, then rinsed it off when she finished. After her bath, Julie dried off with a clean, fluffy towel and tied it around her body.

It was soft and surprisingly warm to the touch. The girl spotted his nonplussed expression. "Bubble bath," she explained with a smile. "Bubble bath?" "Yes, just empty it, all of it mind you, into the tub next time you take a bath." "And this will help me with the... um... energy flow?" Bentley said. "It's a special recipe," the shopkeeper said, tapping her nose. "I think you'll find it's very relaxing." Bentley looked doubtfully at the clear plastic bladder. There was a nozzle on one of the sides to let out the liquid contents.

Poppy abandoned the shoes and ran toward the bathroom, her bangs flying off her forehead before she stopped dead in the doorway. “Oh my God.” The bathroom was, admittedly, ridiculous. White marble with thin gray veining, a long vanity with a stool already adjusted to child height, a freestanding tub beneath a frosted window, a huge shower, a heated towel rack, and tiny lights around the mirror that made the room feel like the dressing room of a four-year-old queen. She walked toward the bathtub in awe. “Can it do bubbles?” “Tomorrow.” Poppy turned to Sebastian. “Daddy?”