Crazy Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

My mind is going crazy. “I’ll bring your clothes up and put them on the side for you.” He smiles slightly as he walks out of the shower wet. He shuts the shower door, with me staying in the shower. The water runs down my body. It feels so relaxing, my mind empty, then images of Jackson and downstairs coming back, mixing with the shower. I can't believe I just fucked a guy I basically don't know in his kitchen.

Who knew watching someone shower could be so… captivating. I ran my index through my bottom lip, thinking of every wicked thing I could do to her, every ungodly thing that was swirling in my mind. My brief got tighter by the second, my dick begging to be freed from the shackles. A larger part of me wanted to join her in the shower while the smaller rational part of me decided not to. It was only the first night after all. I told myself to enjoy the free show that night as the coming nights after that would require strength and great stamina from me.

The unflappable confidence that he was operating on a plane I could never even hope to touch? I drained my wineglass, scowling at having allowed my mind to wander down that treacherous path of internal admission yet again. Shaking my head briskly, I turned on my heel and retreated to the bathroom. A long, pounding shower was to scour away the clinging funk of today's exertions. And maybe, just maybe, some of the more unpleasant intrusive thoughts they'd triggered as well.

There was a bathtub in the corner and a shower beside it. I stepped into the shower and turned it on, letting the warm water wash my anxiety away, albeit a little before the image of him in a towel alone came to my mind. Those killer muscles. Those hot abs. "Oh my goddess, what am I thinking about?" I couldn’t help but tremble as lust and heat pooled below. The water could do nothing to help. I exhaled sharply and breathed in several times to calm myself down as I took the soap beside me and began to scrub.

The infuriating way he’d looked completely unaffected while my entire world was imploding. I groaned, a long, drawn-out sound that echoed softly against the ceramic tile. Why was I like this? Why was my brain incapable of focusing on the terrifying nature of his presence and instead obsessing over how ridiculous I looked in front of him? I reached for the shampoo, squeezing a glob onto my palm, trying to force my mind toward mundane, productive thoughts. And then, like a trap snapping shut, another memory surfaced. My hand froze in mid-air. My eyes slowly opened, staring unseeing at the showerhead.

As she scrubbed her body clean, her mind went here and there. She thought a lot about today. Letting out a sigh, she dropped her hand and let the water from the shower just fall on her. She was tired of her thoughts. Yara believed she was cursed with her imagination. She was always thinking about the events of her day. Gone were the days when all she worried about was her mother, her school, and her small circle of friends. Now, she was tangled with Grayson, her worries had increased. Rather than feeling better under the shower, she felt all the same. Cara would tell her that whenever her family pissed her off she would go under the shower and all her negative thoughts would disappear. She w

She doesn't want people to know about her or her personal life. Thinking about it made her more annoyed. She walked leisurely to the shower, steam filling the room as she cut the shower on. The cold water cascading down her body. The water pours down, it drips by her side, as her mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms her; it takes her mind off things. All the things she honestly doesn't care about. It's the water. Her mind swirls, and it's like she's standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, she knows that now.

A cold shower always helped me think and right now, I needed to come up with something useful, quickly. I turned on the shower and stood under it. As the cold water touched my skin, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander. I could feel myself slipping in and out of it and finally, something came to me. I focused on the spark of idea and that was when the idea began to take shape. Not subtle. Not quiet. Big enough to eclipse the scandal. A public move. A headline that would make every whisper irrelevant. A proposal.

She's making me insane! I decided to first take a shower in the hopes of clearing my mind and eradicating these strange thoughts. I didn't turn on the heat so that I could wake my body up. Perhaps a cold shower could straighten up my mind. I shivered and gasped as the coldness struck my body.

Luciano The warm water ran down my back in cascades as I stood still under the shower trying to think. It had been my go-to method for over five years now- thinking in the shower. There were many reasons for that of course. One, the feel of water running all over my body was very soothing. The one pleasure I could never rob myself of. And there was the fact that I would be alone. Alone with my fucking thoughts. I could restrategize. I could plan, and make tough decisions, especially on rough days.