Cold Shower Drama Novels & Stories

They have always said a cold shower was good for calming down a sexually charged body I decided to put the theory to test. The splash of the cold water did calm my body all right. It was cold enough to embalm the dead. I braved it anyway. Scrubbing and cleaning my body. When I stepped out of the glass encasement, I was shivering. But one thing was pretty clear, a cold shower wasn’t going to do shit for me where Dane was concerned. Each time I inhaled his scent, my body went on overdrive like he was a form of aphrodisiac.

I think a nice long hot shower is just what I need after dealing with all this shit. I lay in our bed thoroughly sated with a huge smile. We had to move from the shower to our bed when the water started cold. Three rounds later, I am curled up on Drake’s chest while Dray runs his fingers down my spine. I know he is trying to soothe me, but all it is doing is turning me on. I feel him curl up along my back. “Careful, my little jewel.” Dray hisses.

Ever since, I've been showering with cold water. I got out of the shower, cold water from my hair dripping on my shoulders. I put on some black leggings and an oversized grey v-neck T-shirt, tying my damp hair up in a messy bun and making myself comfortable on my bed. I switched on the TV. It had been a while since I relaxed on my bed to watch TV. Second from cold showers, came dramatic TV shows where the main character never achieves his or her goal. But it was becoming quite blasé. I didn't have anything else to do, so TV shows had it.

“Let us take care of you tonight, Nic. You deserve it.” Nicola’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t protest. There was something undeniably intimate about the way they moved around her, working together seamlessly. As they helped her undress, their touches were reverent, their gazes filled with admiration that made her heart swell. When they finally stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over them, Nicola felt her tension melt away. The shower was even more impressive up close. The water fell in perfect streams, enveloping her in a gentle warmth that felt almost like an embrace. Dylan adjusted one of the showerheads, letting the water flow directly over her shoulders, while Dean grabb

This is disgusting! After removing her bra and panties, Darla turned on the shower to take a shower. The warm water instantly made Darla's body feel better. There was no time to enjoy this because Darla had to leave soon. Darla always leaves early to avoid getting her clients up so they don't ask for more obscene things.

I took her hand and lead her to the bathroom. We step into the shower together. I hold her close to me under the cold water, not a pleasant sensation for me, I have to say - the water is freezing to my body, that only moments earlier was coy in bed. But I know it is something that my mate needs right now, she needs her body temperature bringing down, and a cold shower is a quick way to do it. And the cold water trickling all over her body seems to do the trick as her eyes quickly shift back to her own, and she is focused on me again.

Zara asked, flustered, “Wait! Why would Stacy prepare a cold shower for you?” Like a pendulum, my eyes threw streaks here and there. How the fuck would I handle the mess created by Stacy? Oh Goddess. “Wait! I think now things are falling in the place,” Zara said with a winning smile. Oh no! Did she figure out what exactly happened? To my surprise, she grabbed my chin, and sneered, “Stacy just mentioned COLD SHOWER AGAIN. This means all night you have been having cold showers.” I tried to put the talk away.

“What the hell!” I only laughed evilly. I knew I was going to pay for this later so I better make the most of it now. “Who gets in the shower with their clothes on???” I crowed as I took her shirt off and adjusted the temperature of the water. A cold shower is the opposite of what I need right now.

Scanning the closet, I found a black backless dress and nodded my head yes for it. I hope there won't be too many stare-downs. I don't want to come home with a bruised hand and a criminal record. I heard the bathroom door click open and picked up the remaining items. A cloud of steam filled the room as Shawna appeared. "Please tell me you did not use all the hot water"? I asked. She gave me her innocent eyes. "Gahh cold shower it is then," she giggled when I closed the bathroom door pouting at the thought of cold water.

As I look, I notice shadows on my neck, looking closer I see finger marks and my anger rises. The bastard bruised me! I step into my shower shaking with rage but standing under the hot stream is heavenly, my skin tingles with the heat and all the aches gradually leave my muscles. Finally, I'm no longer tense, the relief is incredible, and then I hear a knock at the door. “Who is it?” I call out above the noise of the water knowing it can’t be anyone intending me harm otherwise Fang would have stopped their approach. “It's Drake, how are you?”