Romans & histoires Poppy Bubblebath

So I decided to take the opportunity to have a nice relaxing bubble bath and general pampering. Entering my room, I quickly gathered everything I need for my pampering and headed into the en-suite. I placed my fluffy pink towels onto the heated towel rail along with my pyjamas and walked over to the sink, setting down the armful of supplies I'd bought in with me. Face masks, hair masks, cucumber slices for my eyes and of course my earphones so I could listen to some music in peace while I relax. Flicking the hot tap on, I squeeze a large amount of my favourite mandarin bubble bath into the flowing stream of water, sniffing the air and smiling in delight as the bubbles form. Mmm, it smells am

Meanwhile, the atmosphere upstairs was thick with humidity, warmth, and the soothing scent of lavender baby wash and strawberry bubble bath. Ginny knelt by the large porcelain tub, her pregnant belly making the angle awkward, but she refused to sit out. She squeezed a sponge over Briar’s back as she kicked at the water, while Leela managed a slippery Caspian, who was currently trying to stuff bubbles into his mouth.

, Clayton whispers in my ear with his deep voice, in a very seducing way, while giving me a bottle. It’s the rose bubble bath.

Brielle's POV The tub is a sight to behold, all sleek and designer, with dancing lights and a fancy rain shower head. Andrei leans over the tub, filling it up, and then he's adding some expensive looking bath oil. The bath fills, and the oil erupts into a fluffy, pink-hued foam, releasing the juicy scent of ripe strawberries and blueberries. I hover in the doorway, my arms wrapped around myself, wary eyes scanning the scene before stepping forward, my eyes lingering on Andrei's physique, admiring him.

I carry her into her small bathroom. I couldn’t remember if there was a bath in here or not, but I’m happy to find an old claw-foot tub nestled into the corner. I set Mare down on the corner of the tub before reaching forward and turning the water on. As it begins to run, I turn to face her. “Do you want bubbles or something in there?” My eyes rake over her bathroom, wondering if she even has any in here or not. Mare smiles. “I’d love bubbles.” She points to a little basket that sits on top of a small table. I reach for it, finding multiple bottles inside. I pull them out until I find the one labeled as bubble bath and pour it in until bubbles develop.

She just wanted to know that he wanted her as his girlfriend, and gladly, this was giving her a hint. Isabella caught a glimpse of a book on the floor, she picked it up. “Follow the candle.” she read dropping the piece of paper and following the candle like the paper had instructed. She arrived at a bathroom and found another note at the door. “Shower in the tub.” she read out softly letting her cheeks blush up. She walked into the bathroom and allowed her clothes to fall down her body, before stepping into the bathtub that had all the beautiful petals and smelled so much like vanilla as well.

Gathering the willpower to stand up after a few minutes, I stood up and went to the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with water and added bubbles. After making sure the water was the right temperature I wanted, I got into the bathtub. The instant relief that washed over me as soon as I immersed my body in the bathtub made a moan escape my lips. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the edge of the tub, letting the warmth seep into my aching muscles. The gentle scent of strawberry from the bubbles filled the air, calming my nerves. My hand instinctively moved to my baby bump, and I smiled softly, feeling a faint kick as I touched it.

I grabbed my favorite bubble bath from the vanity and emptied a generous amount into the tub, watching it foam up to nearly overflowing before stepping in. As I sunk down into the steaming tub of bubbles, I couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped me. The hot water penetrated my muscles, instantly helping me relax. The floral fragrance of the suds surrounded me, invoking visions of fields full of flowers, encouraging my mind to drift away.

It was multifunctional, and it was missing. I walked into the bathroom, where steam was rising from the tub. I picked up a green and pink sphere from the little basket at the foot of the tub, tossing it into the rising water. It began to fizz immediately, sending rivulets of color through the water as bubbles began to form around the edges of the tub. "Ooh, that looks fun." "It feels amazing, but not as good as this does." I held up the vibe I was holding.

Evidence everywhere. I stare at my reflection, my breath catching. It sure looks like I’d been claimed. Like he’d been starved, taking and punishing all at once. My body heats all over. I bite my bottom lip, forcing back a smile as I ignore the dull ache between my legs—an ache that refuses to let me forget a single moment of last night. “Let’s get you cleaned up, my lady.” Poppy says gently. Together, she and Ria lead me into the bathroom, where the bath has already been prepared; steam curling into the air, herbs and healing flowers floating on the surface, with small vials of oils arranged neatly at the side.