Cold Showers Novel Novels & Stories

That's amazing. I can't wait to give her shit about this, but first a shower. I practically rip my boxers from my body the second the door on her end closes. I turn the shower on to hot and hop right in. Looking back, I know that was a mistake because the water was unbelievably cold. I won't lie and say I didn't let out a little squeak at the shock because I did. Who wouldnt after jumping naked into freezing cold water. It doesn't take long for the water to get scalding hot though so it's a quick recovery. I wash and condition my hair fairly quickly to leave hot water for Raven regardless of how bad I want to stand here for hours on end. While washing my body I can't seem to get Raven out of

I climbed into the shower cubicle, its clean white tiles feeling like a cell or a sanctuary. “Michael,” I said, my voice echoing flatly off the tiles. “Shower. Set heat to forty degrees. Full storm blast.” A soft, confirming chime came from my wrist. A second later, the system whirred to life, bypassing the manual controls. A torrent of water, perfectly heated, exploded from the overhead nozzle with a sound like a crashing wave. It hit my shoulders, my back, a hot, punishing weight that drove the chill and the stupor from my bones. Steam billowed instantly, fogging the glass, wrapping me in a warm, private cloud. I tipped my head back, letting it sluice over my face, my hair, washing away th

the woman said her lips wrapping around the end of her cigarette as she inhaled. I turned and saw a few of the girls were already naked and walking to the door while the rest were slowly taking off there clothes as well. I followed suite grabbing the ends of my dress and pulling it over my head. I tired my best to cover my breast as I walked to the door pushing it open to see a small shower and toilet, I got into the shower and turned the tap on, allowing a cold stream of water to flow from the shower head. The cold water didn't soothe my body the way shower should. Instead it made me feel uneasy, unsure about what lie a head of me. The shower was definitely not for my enjoyment.

Maybe bathing with her was a dangerously bad idea. She flinched slightly, still guarding herself, her gaze locked on my hand, uncertain, almost pleading as she thought I was going to touch her. I twisted the handle, and water burst from the showerhead in a sudden rush, drenching her in a warm cascade. She gasped softly, a small, involuntary sound slipping from her lips as the water ran over her trembling body. Steam curled around us, thick and heady, blurring the edges of the room and leaving the space between us taut with anticipation, every heartbeat heavy with tension. I pressed my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in without touching, my body shielding her from the spray. Drop

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

I made it inside and slammed the door. I turned on the shower. Cold water. I stepped under it fully clothed, my shirt soaking through, the water plastering my hair to my scalp and running down my face in rivulets. I stood there with my eyes closed, my hands pressed against the tiled wall, my breath coming in short sharp bursts. The cold helped. It dulled the fire, made it bearable, gave me something to hold onto.

I plop a huge glob in my hands and go to work. Inside the shower there are more controls. There is a free standing nozzle and I remove it from its cubby. I find the right controls and set it to pulse. I grab some oil and begin to oil my body when a familiar tingle awakens between my legs. I rub myself to quench the ache. Back and forth I move. I hoist my leg up on the side of the shower and grab the pulsing head. Ah! The sensation is overwhelming, like nothing I've ever felt, and I stifle a moan. Jordyn's jaw line creeps into my head. The shape of his shoulders and the swagger of his hips. I feel myself building higher and higher until I come exquisitely on the shower floor.

Chapter 34 Kaden’s POV My discomfort worked its way right into night time. I stood in the shower, loving the delicious tingles that traveled down my spine from the odd temperature of the water. Any other person would have complained that the water was cold enough to give frostbites in spring, but I thought otherwise. It was currently the only thing that could take me away from the bugging insanity that had become Larissa. I finally turned off the shower head, swiping off the white towel from the curtains before wrapping it around my torso.

It would kill everything. Eventually, the water ran cold, the heat long since drained from the tank. My skin was puckered and cool. I shut it off, the sudden quiet deafening. I stepped out of the tub slowly, my legs still trembling and weak. I couldn’t be bothered to dry off completely, just grabbed a towel and scrubbed it half heartedly over my body before catching my reflection in the foggy mirror. My lips were swollen and red, my cheeks flushed. My eyes were dark, wide, and haunted. I looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked, and a woman who desperately needed to be again.

I wish I had my phone. I undress and step into the shower, sucking in a breath as I switch on the icy water. Yelping when it sprays on me, although I am not under the powerful stream yet. Closing my eyes, I bravely step under the downpour, wrapping my arms around myself as the water gushes down, making me whimper. “It isn’t cold, it isn’t cold. Not cold… no, not cold, I’m not cold.” I whimper as the ice-cold water makes my teeth chatter. I take a deep breath slowly getting used to the cold after a few moments.