Romans & histoires The Bathroom Love Affair

Though our relationship started as an affair, we proved to each other and everyone that love will always win out in the end. Katarina no longer has an affair with the President. What she has is an ongoing affair with her husband…. ME.

Her mother rents this house and hopes she pays the rent every year. A white two-bedroom flat, nothing fancy, not old and they keep it clean and neat. She picked up the key under the welcome carpet and opened the door. Welcomed by the lavender room scent, her mother loves lavender, because it soothes her all the time. She loved it too but preferred to mix it with its citrus scent. Making a good outcome fragrance.

he smiled as he pressed his lips on mine again. He took his clothes off and made me walk backwards into the bathroom. We got to the bathroom still kissing and romancing each other’s body when Jack finally turned on the shower. Our body was wet and his body was warm for me just as I loved it. We had fun together while taking our bath like we were couples and belonged to each other. “Let’s go out Abby” Jack hoarse when he had finally released and had also made me ejaculate. I felt relieved after two days and so did he too.

Kiana’s POV: Mason left after the mind-blowing sex session earlier in the bathroom. I can remember vividly the many styles we took in the bathroom, and I’m pretty much sure Mum heard us. For some reason, she came knocking in between the fuck session, and Mason refused to open the door. She got mad and eventually left. Now I was sitting at the dining table and enjoying a heart-warming breakfast. Today was the final day of college and afterward, there was a party at the packhouse, hosted by Mason, for us.

― Ricardo Piglia, Respiración artificial --------- Lev, Have I told you that I love you? If not—I love you. You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me for the past months and I am grateful for you. Our start together wasn’t the smoothest, but I will not change anything about it. I will forever treasure the door notes that we exchanged together. Up until now, my offer of a loud sex is still up; just so you know.

Elo giggled. Before we went into the bathroom, Elo selected the Slow Wind track again and pressed ‘Play.’ We did make love again inside the bathroom, and Elo’s moaning was drenched by the sound of trickling water landing on our bodies. After drying our bodies, we had a bout of kissing before she washed her lacy white brassiere and panty. The next moment, she wore one of my BYC T-shirts, while I gave her one of my Puma knee-length shorts to wear. They both looked good on her, and she blushed when I stared at her in them.

she says, pulling me up off the bed. I follow her down the hall into our bathroom. It feels weird for the two of us to be prancing around the house naked, but I love it. Our bathroom has a tub and shower combination with frosted glass doors. Lisa slides the door open and leans in to turn on the water. I playfully smack her bare ass while she adjusts the water temperature. "Watch it!" she says smiling. "I am watching it," I answer, staring at her ass. "It's beautiful."

she says, pulling me up off the bed. I follow her down the hall into our bathroom. It feels weird for the two of us to be prancing around the house naked, but I love it. Our bathroom has a tub and shower combination with frosted glass doors. Lisa slides the door open and leans in to turn on the water. I playfully smack her bare ass while she adjusts the water temperature. "Watch it!" she says smiling. "I am watching it," I answer, staring at her ass. "It's beautiful."

~ ENRIQUE ~ The bathroom, which has also been newly decorated, now holds a large deep bath, one that is now full of bath milk and petals. The delicious smell of shea butter, cherry blossoms, and coconut mixes together in a pleasant concoction. “My love… you did this for me?” she whispers. “You’ve been working hard.” I smirk, “So I thought we could start with a bath and massage before I put you to work again.” She blushes as I place her down and the moment she kisses me, my hands grip her hips; her clothes incinerate, freeing her breasts from their hold. She gasps as she stares down at what’s left of them.