Shower Rack For Shampoo Novels & Stories

Along with them was a shampoo and conditioner. I glanced down and found that under the counter shelf was a cupboard. On opening it I found all the other sanitary items and packets of extra shampoos, toothpastes etc. I then looked to my right and found a round but very big bathtub with a railing at the front that held the red silk curtains. After taking in my surroundings I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

I face palm myself because of the embarrassment consuming my being, as my thoughts travel to when he was stroking my hair lovingly. I run my hands through my hair, trying to shake off my shame, as I head to the bathroom to shower. I adjust the water to the right temperature. I get in, and let the hot water cascade down my skin. I watch as the dried blood go down the drain. I see a bottle of cherry blossom shampoo sitting in the corner of the shower and apply it to my hair, massaging it into my scalp. I then grab the body wash that smells like vanilla and coconut.

I grab a fluffy towel that matches the blue accents in the room. He's got expensive shampoo and conditioner, along with a scrub and more oils and lotions than I know what to do with! I turn on the shower, and I'm in awe at the waterfall shower. If it were possible to fall in love with an appliance, this would be it for me! I take my time, washing all the filth from my body. I'm careful around the wounds I would rather not notice but can't help but focus on when they sting. Finally clean, I shut off the water and pat myself dry, then grab another towel and dry my hair before wrapping it around my head and look at myself in the mirror again.

He yelped in agony. Aisling POV I sit with my legs outstretched, on the toilet seat. The overwhelmingly varicolored pattern of the squarish and organized bathroom adds fuel to my tranquility trough. Practically new, unused towels of festive greens hugging onto pinky-purples flutter at me as though they have nothing better to do. Above the toilet, crammed onto a shelf, two towers of neatly folded towels bursting with color suffocate in the narrow enclosure. To the right, between the counter and the shower, relaxing on the glass shelf that doubles as a towel rack, a multicolored castle of fabric leans awkwardly to the left, warning of a dire fall. The shower is overflowing with an ample supply

A subtle scent of lavender and something expensive lingered in the air—maybe it was the soap, or maybe the room just naturally smelled rich. I padded across the floor, my eyes drawn to the sleek glass enclosure ahead. The shower sat like a throne behind its frameless doors, complete with a rainfall head embedded into the ceiling and a matching handheld wand nestled in a polished holder. Every fixture gleamed in brushed brass, so pristine it looked like it had never been touched by him.

“Sure.” “I need to shower, and stop by my place for clothes.” “I hate the thought of you putting your clothes back on,” he said with that grin of his as he swatted my butt playfully as I got up. I opened the shower door to see the most amazing shower I had ever seen. It was huge, could have fit ten people in it. There were nine different shower heads arranged at different levels on three sides of the walls. The entire area was covered in a beautiful ceramic patterned tile. There were overhead dimmers and heat lamps. It had built in surround benches large enough for a man to lay down on.

Now what? Along the vanity, as well as the tub and in the shower, were the finest scents, lotions, creams, and shampoos. A glass shelving unit held the softest towels she had ever felt. She walked across the warm tile floor and entered the shower. This thing can easily hold six people! she thought to herself. The wall was covered with knobs and dials. Each side wall had a shower head, and there was a rain shower head above her. The water fell across her skin. As it washed across her body it felt as if it was washing away her sins. But it would never be able to wash away the memories and feelings of pure ecstasy from that night.

I step inside the shower recess and close the door behind me. The shower recess is split into two parts: the dry area, which has a small bench for sitting on and is a great place to store your shoes and personal belongings that you don't want to get wet. It also has a hook to hang your towel on. The other area is the wet area, it's where the shower and soap dispenser are. I take off my shoes and put them up on the bench, drape my clean shirt over the door to keep it away from the water, take off my shorts and boxers and sling them up next to my other clothes before stepping into the wet area and turning the shower up high.

My eyes flutter shut, the steam wraps around me, and for a blissful moment, the world disappears. This is therapy. Reluctantly, I reach for a recessed shelf built seamlessly into the shower wall. It's stocked like a high-end spa. Shower gels, shampoos, conditioners, a razor and obviously never used bar of soap. I grab the shower gel, and I flip the lid. Nope.

The faucet is brushed gold. In the center of the bathroom is a deep, freestanding bathtub with rounded edges. Next to it is a glass-enclosed shower with a rainfall showerhead. The shower walls are also marble, with a small shelf holding expensive soaps and shampoos. White towels are neatly stacked on a heated rack, and a soft bath mat lies on the shiny stone floor. The air smells faintly of lavender. A small chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting a warm, soft light.