Cold Water Novels & Stories

The sound of the water hitting the tiles became a soothing melody, drowning out the noise of her racing thoughts. Kathrine's mind was consumed with worries and fears, but she refused to let them completely take over. She knew that she needed to find a way to regain control over her emotions, and the cold shower seemed to be her only refuge. As the minutes passed, the cold water began to have a calming effect on her. It was as if the chill was washing away her troubles, leaving her feeling refreshed and renewed. The intensity of the cold shower forced her to be present at the moment, to focus solely on the sensation of the water against her skin.

A short sentence like that used up a lot of Candice’s energy. Jimothy finally understood what she meant. Candice wanted to soak in cold water to relieve the heat in her body. But it was almost the New Year and in the dead of winter. Taking a cold bath was a sure way to get sick. Candice could not care less and urged him. “Hurry up.”

Water freezing to ice and back to water. Snow perpetually falling from the sky. Ice cracking in two. And then I understood. The water does not cease. The cold does not relent. The fur of snow. The temperature of the dead. It was a riddle. And the answer wasn't a person but a place. A place where water did not cease, where the cold did not relent, where wolves who had fur as white as snow had once been rumored to live and bodies as cold as though they were dead. North.

I grasp the pillow at the side and hold it over my chest. "So, you been in the river often?" I asked, trying to start up a conversation again. He looks at e from the corner of his eye, before he nods. "Yes, it’s calming and relaxing." "And freezing," I say, thinking of how cold the rain could be. I know most of the river water is snow melting from the top of the mountains, so it has to be pretty cold. "There are some hot springs not too far from here, and they overflowed into the water. Keeps it nice and warm, and it doesn’t freeze in the winter either." He shrugs, like it’s a normal thing.

I stop up and walk to my small fridge, I picked out a cold bottle sip it fit o om. The cold substance gave me a relaxing feeling. Coldwater does help me a lot.

"Yes.. uh.. yes... I couldn't contain my moans as the cold melted ice water trickled out onto my pert, aroused tits. The cold sensation sending shivers through me as the water trickled over my nipples and down my belly. The droplets continued to trickle over me, down my thighs, over my pussy, then dripping down onto the floor. Taking a partially melted ice cube in each hand he started to trace them around my now heaving boobs. The water melting faster, trickling over me in little rivulets. Then his warm mouth enveloped one of my nipples, the warm contrast to the cold was delightful. But his chilly teasing continued as he traced down with the remnants of the ice cubes to my thighs.

Some magic, something—there’s always something with her. I scroll again. What helps. Cold exposure. Physical contact. Release. My eyes lock on the first one. Cold. Yeah. That—I can do. I move before I can overthink it—grabbing a cloth, turning the tap on full. Cold water runs over my fingers, biting, numbing. I grab a bowl, fill it halfway, then dump in ice cubes from the freezer. They crack against the glass, sharp, loud in the quiet. I bring the cloth back, dripping, cold seeping into my skin—and pause.

"Yes.. uh.. yes... I couldn't contain my moans as the cold melted ice water trickled out onto my pert, aroused tits. The cold sensation sending shivers through me as the water trickled over my nipples and down my belly. The droplets continued to trickle over me, down my thighs, over my pussy, then dripping down onto the floor. Taking a partially melted ice cube in each hand he started to trace them around my now heaving boobs. The water melting faster, trickling over me in little rivulets. Then his warm mouth enveloped one of my nipples, the warm contrast to the cold was delightful. But his chilly teasing continued as he traced down with the remnants of the ice cubes to my thighs.

If she had not forgotten to turn off the gas after making that late-night soup for Jeff, our daughter would not have succumbed to the silent killer that was carbon monoxide. If that guy had not blocked the ambulance, if we had not lost precious time, my daughter might still be alive. She believed I was just being petty, making a cruel joke at the expense of our daughter's life. I was in a fog as I handled my daughter's final arrangements. When I got back home with her ashes, the place was a mess. Lacy bras, panties, skirts, jeans: they were scattered from the living room all the way to our bedroom door. From inside, I could hear sickening sounds.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and jumped. The water was cold—much colder than I expected. It sucked the air from my lungs as I plunged beneath the surface. I forced my eyes open, ignoring the sting of the mineral-rich water. Complete darkness surrounded me. I couldn’t see anything, not even my own hands in front of my face. I focused on my palms, trying to summon that familiar heat that occasionally bit at my skin. Nothing happened. No warmth, no glow, just the cold press of the water. Of course it wouldn’t work underwater; especially not water this cold.