Poppy Bubblebath Novels & Stories

Otherwise, she was bound to faint quite often… I cautiously rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Then I plugged the bathtub and turned on a warm stream of water. I took a quick shower while it filled, stepping out just in time to turn the water off. Wrapping a towel around my hips, I returned to the bedroom and scooped Poppy from the bed. She gasped, jerking her eyes wide open. Her body stiffened in my arms, and her hands instinctively pushed against my chest. “Calm down,” I murmured, tightening my grip around her. “I prepared you a warm bath. You need it to ease the soreness.”

“Morning.” Lucia blinked. “Bath?” “Just a little one. Warm water.” Lucia smiled, eyes still half-closed. “Bubbles?” Siena laughed softly. “Always bubbles.” --- Steam filled the small bathroom, smelling of soap and something like almonds. Siena tested the water with her wrist, nodded once, and poured in a handful of bubble mix. Lucia’s eyes went wide. “Look! It’s puff-puff!” she said, slapping the surface gently.

I was fairly sure it was the same soap in my suite. I couldn’t resist the allure of an apple scented bubble bath, not when my limbs protested from the slightest movement. The water reached the top of my breasts, leaving rosy marks wherever it lapped at my skin. The bathtub sloped upwards, leading to an area to recline. The waterproof cushions were warm to the touch, and far more inviting than any bed. As I stretched out, still submerged beneath the bubbles and water, I let my hair fan out over the edge.

After a while, I couldn’t ignore the pungent smell coming from her pores. “Yana.” “What?” “I know you’re sad and all, but you funky girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” She stepped back half offended, then caught a whiff of her own armpits. The look on her face told me she understood what I’d meant. I went upstairs and cleaned out the bathtub to prepare her a warm bubble bath with her favorite lavender bath bomb and honey soap. I also lit a eucalyptus candle so she could relax and ease her mind.

Pierre replied in that same monotone voice that was beginning to grate on Alethea’s nerves. The middle-aged man walked over to the glass cabinet near the bathtub and opened it. "Before you turn on the faucet, you’re supposed to add the bubble bath—just the right amount," Pierre explained, gesturing toward the rows of colorful glass bottles on the shelf. "Once the water reaches the proper level, you follow that up with bath salts. But since the tub is already almost full, your only option now is to use a bath bomb." Pierre retrieved a glass jar containing white, round balls and dropped one right at Sebastian’s feet. The moment it hit the water, it began to fizz, releasing bubbles that immedia

The fruity bubbles sparkle on my tongue as I take a sip, sinking back deeper into the cashmere water and its coating of scented white foam. Kitty left a small vial of ridiculously expensive bubble bath waiting for me. She bought it earlier today during our shopping trip, and I literally felt physically ill when I saw the price tag on it. Over three hundred dollars for a tiny glass container. It might as well be liquid gold. The shop assistant explained that it’s a unique concoction of blue lotus flower, Egyptian oil, tuberose, frankincense and over ten thousand jasmine flowers harvested at twilight in Grasse, France.

It had steps leading up to it and jets all around the tub. Screw the shower, I'm going for a swim. I hadn’t taken a relaxing bath in Goddess knows how long and this swimming pool of a tub was calling my name. There were essential oils and bubble baths on the ledge behind the tub. There was also a glass jar filled with those bath bombs I’d heard Alpha David’s daughters rave about. I started the water and dropped in a few lavender scented oils and a floral scented bath bomb, impatiently waiting for the water to fill the tub.

The sensation of the water against her skin was both calming and invigorating. Next to the tub, she noticed a bottle of scented bubble bath. With a playful grin, she poured a generous amount into the water, watching as the bubbles formed and filled the tub. The room was soon filled with the delightful fragrance, adding to the overall relaxation. Liya sank into the water, leaning back against the edge of the tub. The bubbles surrounded her, and she couldn't help but feel like she was in her own private oasis. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully indulge in this moment of tranquility.

His breathing altered as I continued to stroke him slowly between my fingers. “Are you ready to get in?” he asked, stepping back and gaining control. “Yes,” I said as he held out his hand and helped me into the huge bathtub built for two. The hot water stung my skin as I stepped into the water and lowered myself until the water covered my waist. Mr. Peabody stepped in, opposite of me, his dick swinging above the water as he stepped carefully so as to not step on me. He slowly lowered himself with his legs resting on either side of me.