Crazy Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

Was I out of my mind? Shaking those intrusive thoughts out of my head, I stand under the shower and let the water fall over my head and body. Under the shower head, the throbbing in my head gets to a bearable point, and I'm thankful for that. I brush my teeth quickly and put my hair in a bun before getting out of the shower.

I stand still, letting the water do its magic. The feeling is so sweet, but why do I feel like... no. I must be having one of those wild imaginations. I try to put my mind together and concentrate on the shower, but that feeling... that touch. The sparks. Ooh, my! It is so familiar. Am I hallucinating having a shower with him? I think him being just outside this door and lying on my bed is just not so good for my naughty brain.

But something in me told me that there would be no embarrassment, but rather something else. I shook my head vigorously to stop my mind from straying too far. What was I thinking? I just met this girl, and I was already having thoughts of us showering together, her pink, cut lip on mine, and her feather-like body pressed against mine... It was times like these that I really wished Capone was here; he would have given me the right punch to bring me back to my senses. Sighing to myself, I stepped into the shower in hopes that the water would cool my raised mind. The steam from the boiling water clouded the glass around me, and I shut my eyes for a brief moment. As though the world were trying

She looked serious and I asked, "What're you thinking?" "Mmmm...sorry...I was just thinking about a pee shower...and then you, coming out of the shower." She smiled, "Sometimes when you come out of the shower, and your half-hard, it bounces all over and I have to watch." She grinned again, "A girls got no choice...you know? You have a yummy build, but that penis screams for attention." She giggled, "It makes me very, very happy!" Her fingers went to the glistening, between her legs, and she started teasing her clit. "I'm crazy horny...just watch me...watch me think about you and touch myself." She giggled and joked, "But don't you stop drinking...I want my golden shower!"

With our ninety-second bout of love-making already over, I rolled her off and hauled myself into a sitting position. She slipped a finger between her legs, sniffing at the traces of cum she dredged up. "I think I'm gonna take a shower, Cassie." "Oh, yeah. I probably should, too, right? Do you want me to shower with you? I remember one time when I was in middle school I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and I saw the TV was on so I went to see if I'd left it on because I didn't wanna get yelled at, but it was my dad, and he was asleep, but there was this porn on the TV, and it was shower sex. I didn't watch it for long, but now showers always sorta make me think of sex.

My head pounded slightly, as soon as I laid in the bed, it quickly began becoming quiet and calm. As soon as it was quiet, the thoughts came back again, I jumped out of bed, rushing into the bathroom. I opened the door to the shower turning the water to full blast, not caring whether it would make me sick, or wet myself. I stepped inside the shower, closing my eyes tightly, I just wanted to stop thinking. I stood under the hot water, letting it wash over me, washing away all the thoughts that were running through my head.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I was already starting to feel itchy. I’m all wet and sticky and muddy. I stood up and removed all of my clothes until I was naked. I grabbed a towel and went inside the shower. I let the cold shower run for a while. I had the option to turn on the heater for a warmer shower. That’s probably the best option after running through the heavy rain, but I kept the cold shower on. I guess I wanted to feel something nippy to distract my brain from thinking. I have a lot of thoughts after what happened between Ambrose and me, but I don’t want to think about him right now.

It was terrifying, and I didn’t know how to stop it. One afternoon, I found myself in the shower again, trying to cool down both my body and my thoughts. I’d been taking cold showers every day, hoping they’d help douse the flames inside me, but it was becoming less and less effective. Now, even the coldest water couldn’t bring me back to my senses.

Ajax Steel’s Point of View “Fuck. She’s making me insane,” I merely whispered as the drops of water coming from the shower crashed down my body. I drowned myself in frigid water, trying to recalibrate my mind after what just happened. The lady whom I bumped into stuck in my head on the spur of a moment.

No matter how much I tried to stay optimistic, no matter how I tried to stay calm, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong. I must have checked the phone he left me at least a thousand times, just to be sure he hadn’t left a message—there were never any messages. Just the home screen staring back at me. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower—like that would get my mind off him. I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower enclosure. I let the hot water scald my skin; I needed that pain to feel alive. I picked up the shampoo, but my shaky hands couldn’t hold on, and it slipped from my grip.