Monsters and Dolls'

Wet Soapy Dolls

Duran shows me to the bathroom, leaving me I lock the door, I don’t think it’s because I think he will come in, maybe its just a security thing for me, being in a strange bathroom feels safer with the door locked, regardless if I feel safe with Duran or not.

The skeleton has good taste, white and gray marble counter top, black tile floor, a huge jetted tub and a standing glass shower off to the side, I’m half tempted to run myself a bath. Checking out the shower I see it has all the necessities I need, woman’s shaving cream, fresh razors, shampoo and conditioner.

It doesn’t seem like a skeleton would need a bathroom with any of this sort of stuff here, perhaps this bathroom isn’t for Duran but for the girls he would grace himself with, just in case they need to freshen up or clean themselves after their time here.

To be honest it rubs me the wrong way, maybe jalousie? Duran seems like a gentleman that’s for sure but he’s still a monster, I’ve honestly wondered how he could even have s*x? I shake the thought out of my head and I grab myself a fresh towel, turning the shower on I strip down placing my folded cloths on the counter and step in.

Another comfort about this bathroom is the shower walls are made of glass, a glass that you can’t see through its distorted and that eases my mind, he wouldn’t see anything if he did come in, giving myself one last sense of security, I hum a song my mom sang to me when I was a child.

While I wash my body of the sweat and smell of oil that lingers in my skin, I wonder what I would do if Duran came in here, I’m not a fan of shower s*x at the best of times, and to be honest I wouldn’t mind being in a bed with him, mainly because I’ll see more, I want see him undressed.

Doing my best to push the thoughts of what Duran would looks like, feel like and taste like aside, I ask myself if I’m only having these thought because I’m having a shower in his home, the first time I’m in his home no less, it’s a little bold of me. But I rest easy knowing the Duran I know is a gentleman and he’s given me no reason to be venerable like this in his home.