Fucked To Hell Then Heaven
The sound of the running water soothes my poor battered mind and soul, as slowly I remove the layers of dirtied and torn clothing that cover my body. The sweet, sharp relaxing scent of lavender hits my nostrils as I watch my husband pour in a large measure of my favourite bubble bath, swirling it into the water, making it foam profusely."Your bath's ready now sweetheart." my husband calls over his shoulder, "I've added some bubbles for you." His voice is soft and soothing, as warm as the steam...