Crazy Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

I stood there, panting, the old handshovel still clutched in my trembling grip, the silence suddenly deafening, punctuated only by the frantic beating of my heart. As I stumbled inside, a sense of calm washed over me, almost like I was in a half-trance. Shock consumed me. The door clicked shut before the lock softly switched into place. I made my way to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me, still fully clothed. I stood there a long time staring at the cracks in the white tile of the shower wall. Did I ...? No. Maybe. I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me. What have I done?

So, I head into the washroom and take a hot shower. The shower feels nice. Extraordinary even. The water seems to wash away most of the mental pains stored up inside me and replace them with happier thoughts. Like, when Aaron will take his first steps, say his first word, go to school for the first time. And Luke and I are happy. A strange thought that will never occur, but it's okay to think about it from time to time. Turning off the dials, I open the sliding glass door, dry and dress, then head back out into the bedroom.

Her legs gave up and she landed on the bathroom floor. She couldn't believe she was so stupid to let this happen. All her life she had been termed brilliant, smart and intelligent. But she failed to apply common sense by insisting Sebastian wore a condom. She took some After pills and that kept her wondering what went wrong too. She never knew the passionate night she had with Sebastian would go a long way in affecting her entire life. Jayda cried and cried until she had no more tears to shed. She sobbed until her head started aching.

It's unlike me to leave my clothes on the ground as opposed to a dirty clothes hamper, especially when they're wet, but right now my mind is so fogged and preoccupied, nothing I do is certain to be my normal behavior. The shower is set onto the hottest setting I can handle when I enter the bathroom and turn on the water. I step inside and let the hot, scalding water run along my skin. Showering is one of the only ways I can unwind, only this time my worries don't wash away down the drain. All I think about is him; what he's thinking, what he's doing, how he's doing. I mean for God's sake, he had an actual mental breakdown this morning, and it makes me even more anxious, knowing that it will

I closed the bathroom door behind me, leaning against it as I tried to steady my racing thoughts. After a couple of deep breaths, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water envelop me. Each droplet felt like a gentle caress, but the soothing sensation did little to calm the storm within me. My mind raced through the events of the past days—the chaos, the pain, and the overwhelming fear.

Goosebumps prick my entire skin, and I rub my thighs together as more thoughts flow in like torrents. His warm breaths. His strong arms. The way he played with my nipple….. God! Quickly, I increase the rushing tempo of the shower water raining down on my head and body to drown out the dirty thoughts, despite how tempting they wanted me to dwell on them. I hurry up in the shower, and when I am done, I towel dry my hair and body before stepping out, sliding the shower door close. I wrap the big towel around me before getting back fully into my bedroom.

I told you the bedside tables were heavy, my junk collection saves the day again! You know when you're in the shower, you start to get those thoughts that you wouldn't get if you were I don't know, sitting in the kitchen. Well I guess that's why they call them shower thoughts, I dump a big handful of shampoo into my hand and start scrubbing my hair, yes I know that's not what you're meant to do but I don't time to sit there and delicately tab my scalp with the shampoo, I'm a busy woman.

Before he walks to the bathroom and leaves me all alone standing there feeling helpless. “What did I do?” I murmur under my breath before I hear the water turn on in the shower. Feeling inspiration hit me, I get an idea and quickly rush into the bathroom. “Now is as good a time as any for shower sex.” I think to myself as I watch him slip into the shower with so many ideas popping up into this dirty little mind of mine.

He can't believe he thinks about that girl, of all women starting whom he had been with. He stepped in the shower. He thinks it'll help him cool his thoughts. Then as the water rains on him from head to toe, a picture of that certain girl flashes before his wildest imagination. In his head, the girl is with him, no, that is not quite right. She was taking a shower alone naked. He entered the scene with the intent to seduce her. In his imaginary world he was caressing her all over, before taking her hard and wild. The cold water was nothing compared to the heat of the moment.

I spread my legs for him, screaming when I felt his fingers plunging inside my— "No!" I shouted into nothing, pushing all those thoughts to the back of my head. I aggressively switched off the water and stepped out of the shower. This needs to stop, this needs to stop. In my naked and dripping wet state, I went to my laptop and switched it on, going to g****e. 'why do I always have dirty thoughts?' This is so dumb, but I'll do anything for it to stop. Anything! The search results showed stuff about puberty and hormones and various articles about the 'top 12 dirty things everyone has though of'. Basically, it was pretty useless. I shut my laptop and pushed it away from me, walking back to the