Crazy Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

Just the thought of anyone else touching her made my blood boil. Trying to shut everything out, I walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on. The warm water ran over my body, but it did nothing to wash away the thoughts spinning in my mind. I closed my eyes, trying to focus. But I couldn’t stop remembering… The way we kissed and fucked our naked bodies wet under this shower. Her soft gasps. Her hands threading through my hair as I fucked her to the heavens. The sound of her moans echoing off the walls as I worshipped every part of her, exploring her drenched tight pussy…

For some reason I always wash myself two or three times when I take a shower. One of my many fantasies is to have Michael fuck me in the shower. My body shivered of the thought of his wet body rubbing against mine. The happy sounds they would make as they slapped against each other. My knees trembled, as I imagined how hard and forceful he had to be to get his dick to enter me. My clit got engorged and I had to rub one out.

While in the shower, the whole dreadful scene happened today. Firstly, the whole saga with Adrian wasn't able to clear my mind. It kept flashing in my head even though I tried so hard to stop it. Tears rolled outta my eyes and I clasphee my fist tight. Water from the shower drizzled on my naked body. My heart is beating so fast. I was confused what neck my step would be.

I thought that time would do away with my mental anguish, but after minutes of constantly replaying the display I was welcomed by when I was most unprepared, over and over again and cringing terribly, I decided that I had had enough of the torture and sought some soothing from a shower. I quickly stripped and made it to the bathroom already feeling the sting of unshed tears. I stood under the pour, adjusting the pressure to be high enough to pelt my body almost punitively. The harsh slaps of cold water on my back gave the ones I gave myself mentally a physical impact. The cold shower was a not any better than trying to sleep myself to oblivion, it actually did more harm. All I could see was

I roll out of bed and pull off my clothes, I need a shower and a cold one preferably, something to shake me out of this and shock my body into control of itself again. “Fuck”. I gasp and desperately turn on the regulator to the water ... okay so cold showers are so overrated and not at all nice. I sigh with relief when the water turns a more bearable temperature. It is tempting to just take care of that burning need, but I know I would not be able to keep my mind off her ... to stop myself from imagining her naked perfect ... stop it Logan. Think of hard workouts and reading lines ... lines ... the soft lines of her ... I groan in frustration.

The thought of it made me gasp and I instantly and instinctively wrapped my hands around my upper body, as if trying to prevent someone from seeing them. 'Oh well, whoever helped me shower last night must have seen it all anyway.' I thought to myself. "I'm going to ask that Damn Dom when I see him. I'm so gonna kill you Dom, wait for me!" I muttered to myself, pointing my index finger to an invisible entity as if Dom was there. Before finally allowing my body to sink fully into the water. I was in the for God knows how long until I felt my tensed muscles relax before I opened my eyes and stepped out of the tub. I went straight to the shower and took the shampoo I found there, I washed my hai

Cool water again because today has been a very long hot day. The water brings back an image of my last shower fantasy with my Luna and so I shake my head to get out the thoughts of her. It works and I’m able to take a regular shower so far. I just have to keep my mind blank, I think to myself. I can do this! It will be as before. Before she ever came into my life. I grab the scrubber and put my body wash on it and begin scrubbing my body. Once I get down below I look to make sure there’s no growth. Good! No growth, I’m doing good. So far so good, I can do this it’s just a shower!

If I'd said anything else in that moment, it wouldn't have been something appropriate. Upon entering the shower, my hands fist my cock as I begin to stroke at the thought of Sloane, her smiles, her hair, her smell, her tits, her ass, her pussy. It doesn't take long before I orgasm, my come juts out, hitting the wall of the shower. I need to get a fucking grip before I start blacking out to the thought of her all day. ---------------------------------

She was just taking a shower, nothing else. I was going to stay put, and then after she would leave, I was going to have a nice, quiet breakfast. However, things didn’t go as expected. The moment she turned on the shower, I imagined her naked, stepping into it. Her body, caressed by the drops of hot water, arching beneath her, using her hands up and down, touching herself for the sole purpose of self-cleaning. To hell with this mind, which kept putting images in my head, images that weren’t there and which pissed me off even more!

Today I have a full schedule ahead of me. I took my time in the shower, which is where I sometimes do my best thinking. It's the only quiet place I have to myself without interruption, where I can keep a clear head and let my thoughts ruminate. I realized as I flicked the water on that I'd been going in too many directions at once since I got here. Maybe that's the reason for all these strange feelings I'm having. I'd rather believe that shit than to think some kid because that's what the hell she is, has what it takes to put me through my paces. I made a left turn away from thoughts of her and got back on track.