Cold Showers Novel Novels & Stories

The cool water would help soothe the fever still burning inside me, a fever stoked by alcohol and the relentless desire that seemed impossible to quench. I turned on the shower, letting the cold water rain down on me, hoping it would cool the fire within. The shock of the cold made me shiver, but it was a welcome relief from the heat that had consumed me. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back as the water cascaded over my face, washing away the sweat and the haze of alcohol. For a moment, I let myself drift, trying to reclaim a sense of normalcy after the whirlwind of emotions and sensations that had overtaken me.

I hate cold showers. Please let it be at least clean. Where did Athena even go? she said she was my helper yet she's doing a shitty job at that. Am starting to think everything about these people is nothing but illusions. The footsteps come back and I take silent deep breaths waiting for the doom. I feel movements around me and, BOOM! When he said cold, I didn't know it would be freezing. My body jerks forward and I release a loud shriek. Involuntarily, my eyes snap open and I can attest, even nightmares are not this horrid.

Chloe closed her eyes for a second after finishing the last line, her fingers still resting lightly on the diary. Okay. I need to lie down on the floor for a minute. And also maybe take a very, very cold shower. Clara. Girl. First of all, I hope you’re okay and that this is some next-level erotic fiction, because if it’s real… wow. Just wow.

right? 𝙀𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙃𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 The shower water had gone cold. I hadn’t noticed. I stood there, arms wrapped around myself, chest heaving like I’d been running. My skin prickled with goosebumps, but it wasn’t from the chill. I pressed my forehead to the cool tile, forcing air into my lungs. Slow. In. Out.

All his shampoo, conditioner and soaps smells so good. Can I take it all home? I was thoroughly surprise whenever I move out under the shower the water stops flowing. Wow. How many times did say that word already. I finish showering and I was again surprise when the floor is not cold and slippery. What kind of sorcery is this? In the shelter the tiles was so cold, it goes through your bones. Don't even mention the toilets seat. Those things are so cold in the early morning. It will literally wake you up.

As she enters the washroom, she closes the door behind her, creating a physical barrier that offers a brief respite from his unsettling presence. The sound of her own breathing fills the silence, and she takes a moment to collect herself, seeking solace in the stillness of the enclosed space. With each deep breath, she attempts to steady her racing heart and calm her racing thoughts. As Elizabeth steps into the shower area, a shiver runs through her body as the cold water begins to flow. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and she instinctively hugs herself, seeking warmth and comfort within her own embrace. The icy water cascades down her body, causing her to gasp at the initial shock.

distance from the shower; if someone decides to attack while my defences are down, at least I’ll have a chance to defend myself. As soon as I’m naked, I walk over to the shower and flick the small switch to make the water sputter to life. I don’t need to stick my hand under it to know it's freezing; I can feel the chill washing over my body and I know that if I wait, the water won’t get any warmer. The sound of the shower fills the room as I pad across the overworn carpet to grab a towel and a long t-shirt out of my bag. I toss them onto the bed and quickly dash under ice water; I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming out. The water is like ice shards slicing against my skin.

I stepped inside and slammed the door shut. I stepped into the glass shower, the tiles cold against my back as the water started to hiss. I didn't turn on the heater. I wanted it cold. I wanted the ice to snap me out of the haze, to kill the heat that was pulsing in my blood. But as the freezing spray hit my shoulders, it didn't help. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom weight of her core rocking against me. "Fuck," I spat. I reached down, my hand wrapping around my cock. It was stone-hard, straining against the cold water. My grip was tight, rough, and impatient.

This was torture—pure, unrelenting torture. Throwing the blanket aside, I sat up and glanced down at myself. The heat pooling in my body made it clear: I needed a cold shower. Now. *** The icy water poured down my skin, a shocking contrast to the fire raging inside me. But no matter how cold the water, it couldn’t wash away the thoughts of her. My hands rested against the tiled wall as I lowered my head, the droplets trickling down my face. My breath came in shallow pants as the memories refused to let go.

he called, slamming the bathroom door behind him and locking it. Breathing heavily, Dale stumbled into the shower, twisting the cold knob with shaking hands. Ice-cold water cascaded over him, shocking his overheated skin. He gasped. The coldness jolted him back to reality, chasing away the visions that had overtaken him. He pressed his forehead against the cool tile, feeling the chill seep into his bones, calming the fire that had blazed so suddenly.