The Bathroom Love Affair Novels & Stories

I no longer feel anger and hatred. Zach and Melody were no longer part of my life. They were merely chapters in a storybook that I would pick up to read occasionally. I was scrolling on my phone when I saw our city's local news. [Man With HIV Was Unhappy That His Girlfriend Is Negative. He Forced Himself on Her Multiple Times, Contracting Her With the Virus.] Although the accompanying photo was blurred, I could still recognize the people in the photo—Zach and Melody. Yet, at that moment, I no longer cared about them anymore. I was going to ask for a two-month sabbatical leave. I no longer want to go back and slave away at my job.

As we submerged ourselves in the depths of the hot bath, we found sanctuary in each other's arms, creating a sacred space where our love could thrive. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, we embraced the sheer beauty of our union. The bathroom became a sanctuary of passion and tenderness, a haven where our desires merged and our spirits intertwined. Our love, like the water that enveloped us, flowed freely and boundlessly. As we basked in the blissful embrace of the hot bath, time lost all meaning. We were lost in the depths of our love, sharing moments that would forever be etched in our hearts. And in that intimate sanctuary, we found strength, solace, and the unwavering belief t

I looked at him, giving him the really look, and he chuckled. “Well, that is for ignoring me for 5 years and also disturbing me in my dream. I couldn’t do anything with you and you were everywhere,” he said. I smiled, shaking my head at him. He acted so normal and at some point, I was worried if he still loved me. He carried me from the bed bridal style, heading to a door. He opened the door and entered the bathroom. The bathroom is very spacious with white tiles on the floor. There was a shower by the end of the bathroom and it looked like it could contain 5 people perfectly. Beside the shower is a bathtub, and it was foaming.

The soft ambient pink lights beneath the Gypsum ceiling designs were glowing softly, The black bathtub has soft smooth edges, while the shower was demarcated with glasses. “Isn’t this bathroom too large? Does your soon to be husband has a thing for reckless spending?” I was pissed, or maybe I just didn’t to acknowledge how lucky she was. “Zina, you’ve not met him, once you do, I promise both of you will definitely bond”. I scoffed. “Bond?? What makes you think that I would want to bond with a man that would be replacing my dad?” I said slowly turning to look at her, but she looked away.

I held her arm. "Stay away from me!" She barked before walking away. I sighed and bit my lower lip. She entered her room and banged the door while I was left standing out there for a very long time. I decided to return to my room. When I opened the door, I saw Beverly sitting on my bed. I rushed to the bed and pulled her out of it. I have had so many affairs in the past, but I have never had sex with anyone on my bed. They don't even come into my room. Sally was the only woman who had slept on my bed, and I wanted it to remain that way.

I have finally made the hardest decision in my life. I am not leaving Devyn’s bathtub. I am completely and irrevocably in love with it. It’s so huge that I can run around. The warm bubble bath that covers my body soothes all of my muscle aches. His bathroom is mega huge and luxurious. I inhale his expensive bubble bath soap. I smile and grin. I love this life! As my mild travels in amazement on this wondrous place, I soft knock on the bathroom door startle me.

“Are you going to see your lover again? Clinton really fell in love with the wrong person. You never deserved his love!” Alyse could not get angry at Linda anymore. She said humbly, “I only want to go and talk things out with Antoine. I’m cancelling our engagement. Don’t worry, I will always be Clinton’s wife. I will always be your sister-in-law.” But I no longer cared to have Alyse as my wife. Alyse could not hear my thoughts. She quietly returned to the familiar hospital ward. Unexpectedly, there was someone else there. There was a plainly dressed woman straddling Antoine. Her voice was charming as she said, “Aren’t you afraid Alyse will find out about us?”

I murmured to him. "Here.....let me help you. Uhm why don't I help you with this in the restroom? This is a public place" Braden suggested. I nodded and walked behind him through the noisy crowd into the restroom. We stepped into the all white bathroom. Right infront of us were large vertical mirrors, hung on the bathroom walls with a sink beneath it. I turned back to see Braden locking the doors behind me, goosebumps rolled across my skin as I stared wide eyed at him.

SYDNEY The water fell in a steady cascade, its rhythmic patter against the tiles a counterpoint to the turmoil raging within. It was as if the bathroom had become a sanctuary, a refuge where I sought solace from the maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me. Each droplet held a promise of healing, a gentle touch that sought to mend the fractures in my soul. Closing my eyes, I allowed the steam to envelop me, its warmth cocooning me in a tender embrace. Yet, even in this sanctuary, my mind was a tempest, unwilling to grant me respite. The scene at the bar played out in relentless loops, each repetition etching itself deeper into the recesses of my consciousness. The words, the gestu

“Five more minutes. Actually, ten. Maybe fifteen.” I laughed softly and tried to push away, but he only rolled us both so I was pinned beneath him, his messy hair falling into his face. “You’re impossible,” I muttered. He kissed me once, soft and slow. “And you love me like that.” I almost hated how right he was. --- Later, we dragged ourselves into the bathroom. The bath was already steaming, the marble room filled with the scent of lavender oils. Adrian stripped without hesitation, flashing me that cocky grin when he caught me staring.