Stolas Bathroom の小説・ストーリー

One of the additions to the shower, an improvement over supporting yourself grasping a safety handle, was another stool. This was a sturdy molded plastic 4-step stool with a large flat top somebody could stand on. It was also perfect to bend over when taking it from behind. The stool was designed to shed water, no extra care was required. We tested it and it got our seal of fucking approval.

They continued on to the bathroom, where the promise of a refreshing shower awaited them. They entered Efrain's luxurious bathroom, a showcase of refined taste and luxury. The walls were adorned with sleek, dark marble, complemented by touches of brushed gold and chrome. In one corner, a spacious, glass-enclosed shower stood, boasting multiple showerheads and a built-in bench for maximum comfort.

I was also smiling. I giggled to myself and took a moment to look around at the palatial bathroom. There was a huge baby blue tub, encased in white marble, but I didn't see a shower initially. Then I noted the far wall didn't go all the way, creating a space behind. I poked my head around the edge, and saw the most beautiful stone tile alcove. There were at least six different shower heads, along with was a waterproof touch screen on the near wall, which I played with for a few seconds, causing the various heads to turn on and off. Once I had them all going I stepped inside.

He rasped out. Trailing behind him, they both entered the bathroom making her jaw drop in shock. The whitish grey marble embedded on the counters and the walls. A jacuzzi bath tub which could fill atleast four people in it was placed in the far left corner and to its opposite was a shower behind the glass door, translucent curtains giving it a beautiful view. A large horizontal mirror rested behind the counter, several uv-bulbs filled its every corner. “Sit on the counter.” His rugged voice ringed. Rosella hesitantly strided towards it, plopping herself on it with difficulty. Zeus brought an aid-kit with him from the cabinet.

She closed it quickly and moved to the next door, relieved to find that this one led to a spacious bathroom. The bathroom was a sanctuary in itself. Marble floors gleamed under soft, recessed lighting. A large, clawfoot bathtub sat in the center of the room, inviting her to sink into its depths. The counters were lined with expensive toiletries, each bottle meticulously arranged. Flora sighed in contentment as she turned on the tap, watching the hot water fill the tub. She added a generous amount of bath oil, inhaling the calming scent of almond as steam rose into the air.

Lora replied rudely and went to the bathroom conjoined with her bedroom for a bath. The bathroom has a gleaming granite counter tops, walnut framed mirrors, jacuzzi tub, walk in shower room with over-sized shower head, fluffy towels neatly arranged, tile floor with under-floor heating, fluffy bath mat, wicker laundry basket. The bathroom can fit in 20 people and the ceiling is gold with little crystal. Lora quickly took her bath and came out from the bathroom. She changed into another set of a beautiful mini gown that hug out her hips. Done with her makeup that took her longer than usual, she look at herself on the mirror and started praising her beauty. She normally do her makeup herself wh

“Should you need anything, just let Mr. Hernandez know and our maids will be happy to oblige.” The butler opened the door for me, and I found myself in a stunning, spacious bathroom, with gleaming white marble. Stepping inside, I surveyed the wide assortment of designer soaps and lotions all lined up on the counter top. This was the guest restroom? I could imagine what the other bathrooms looked like. Since I didn’t really need to use the restroom, I waited for a beat, smelling the decadent lotions on the counter. When I figured I’d been in there long enough, I left to make my way back downstairs.

As if he were looking at a work of art he himself had created. I closed the bathroom door behind me and finally breathed. The bathroom was bigger than my entire apartment. Black marble, a bathtub the size of a small pool, huge mirrors, golden lighting that turned on by itself. There was a counter with products I didn’t recognize — dark glass bottles with silvery liquids, soaps that smelled of spices and something slightly metallic.

"Just upstairs and down the hall to the right. It's the fourth door, the one with a little flower petal carved above it." Elena followed the servant's directions. The bathroom had a giant bathtub—it was more like the size of a swimming pool. All around its lip were a dozen different faucets and buttons and bath products in designer bottles. Already, the tub was filled with hot water and some sweet smelling lotions. Elena eagerly slipped out of her clothes and stepped inside. As she was beginning to get settled, Massimo rose from the water. The two locked eyes with each other, each of them completely naked.

I said to him, and looked up to see a small coy smile on his face. “You do now.” He opened the door to the bathroom, and I gasped at the inside. The standalone shower stall had been removed, and in its place stood a large clawed foot bathtub. The entire tub was made from beautiful grey carved stone, and looked large enough to fit three people inside of it comfortably. “How?” I asked dumbly, and he let out a low chuckle.