Romans & histoires Cursed Bathroom

As Mara crouched at an unnatural angle in the bathroom while Lucien rammed her from behind, the slaps of his balls against her ass resounding, she wondered if anyone would attend her funeral once they learnt that she had slipped and fell in the bathroom whilst having sex. Bathroom sex was amazing, it wasn’t exactly what these blasted authors have written about but she could attest to the fact that once you overlooked plunging to your death on the cold and hard tile, it was amazing.

Aaron and Elm looking at each other, I sighed and pointing at the window and the door, “I am not going anywhere, if you don’t trust me, just lock those d*mn door and the windows.” Aaron shrugging his shoulder, “No, I trust you. Besides, where would you go, anyway?” He said the last words and wave goodbye to me. I look at Elm and waiting, “Well?” Grumpily, he stands up and, exiting the room, doesn’t even bother to close the door. “What a bunch of privilege *sshole!” I muttered and goes to close the door. Thankfully, I regained my strength, and peek into the bathroom. The bathroom is fill with the modern items, from the egg shape bathtub with a jet, and the built in shower head for two. I thin

Lucian blurted out as he stared at his bathroom; he almost mistook it for a queen's chamber. The bathroom was a serene sanctuary, adorned in soothing tones of blue and white. The walls, painted in a calming shade of sky blue, reflected the soft morning light that seeped in through a frosted window, casting a gentle glow across the room. The floor, tiled in pristine white, felt cool beneath Lucian’s feet as he stepped inside.

With anticipation in his heart, he approaches the door and pushes it open. To his surprise, he finds himself in a breathtaking underwater bathroom. The room is spacious, with pearlescent walls reflecting the gentle glow of the surrounding sea. The centerpiece of the room is a magnificent bathtub, unlike any Joe has ever seen. The tub begins with a large clamshell angled downward, creating a luxurious reclining space. Its sides are built up, gradually deepening the water, and at the end of the shell, there is a well that allows for complete submersion.

My pulse thrashed in my ears, drowning out everything but the compulsion to get away from the memory of a sharp-mouthed asshole with silver-grey eyes who had absolutely no business affecting me the way he did. My boots skidded slightly against the polished floor as I made a sharp turn, ignoring the sting of the cool air on my cheeks. I didn’t stop until I reached the right wing—too far, too quiet, and rumored to be cursed enough that most students avoided it unless they needed a place to nap or cry or hide. Or, apparently, have a complete breakdown. The right-wing bathrooms were infamous: two years ago someone had been maimed in here, a brutal attack no one could ever fully explain.

39 : "Bathroom" Bathroom 39 I was so confused on what I should do as I sit here on top of the toilet still locked inside this cubicle. I wanna go out of the bathroom. I wanna see if it's really Gage. I wanna know if it's really the Gage Stockholm that I've been looking for the entire night since I came here. But a huge part of me don't wanna be here while they have sex outside of the cubicle where I am.

In it were some assortment Of different colored and style of clothes, tennis shoes, and stuff that you need for daily hygiene. 'Next the bathroom!' I thought about trying to find something to help me figure out who I am, and where I am. Nothing so far was helpful so what chance was there that the bathroom would have anything? I opened the door and frowned. It was ancient! There was a bucket for a toilet, and a table with a giant bowl in it, full of water for a sink. 'There's no plumbing!!!' I was horrified. There was nothing else, not even a mirror. The walls were bright blue, not like the dark blue in the bedroom. This was like the morning sky right after the sunrise. The floor was cold it

Her hand brushed mine again, a gentle, grounding touch. “Thanks,” I whispered, steeling myself as Marwynn beckoned me to follow her deeper into the cottage. My steps were heavy, my heart thundering with anticipation and fear. Whatever lay ahead, I knew I couldn’t turn back now. Marwynn led me into a small, traditional bathroom that felt like stepping into another world. The walls were made of rough-hewn wood, with faint etchings of runes carved into them. A wooden bathtub, intricately adorned with carvings of wolves and crescent moons, sat in the center of the room, radiating an old-world charm. The tub was filled with clean, sparkling water that shimmered faintly under the glow of a single

When they went to the second floor, Adira set the light to the right and saw an opened door. They had reached the bathroom. “A bathroom,” Adira murmured as she walked inside. Chadwick followed her while breathing so hard. Looking around, they saw a single window that was mildly dirty, and a flood of light flowed into the room. The medicine cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor tile. The empty medicine bottle lay revealed the discoloration of the water, a brownish concoction. Approaching the bathtub, a violent odor made it way to their noses. Chadwick and Adira pinched their noses.