Crazy Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

Where are you, Christopher? Going into my room, I make my way to the shower. I think a long nice shower is the only remedy for all the fucking problems in my life. I strip out of my clothes and get into the shower hurriedly. Hot water flows over my body, washing all the worries of the day along with it. I recoil in embarrassment when I again think about everything that happened today. Jeez. Is there any way that I can forget about what happened today?

I assured him as I left the office, waving to him with a shaking hand. When I got home I took the coldest shower I could stand, needing to cool my burning body down and get clean after such nasty thoughts literally spilling out of me. Thankfully, after my shower no one noticed how quiet I was being as I did my chores around the house. My mom didn't mind the silence as we both cooked up dinner for the night, as I helped prepare the vegetables and at the table my dad as ever did most of the talking so I got to sit there lost with my own thoughts. My exciting thoughts that were so exciting and filthy as well as shameful in equal measure. I just couldn't seem to block the naughty and exciting im

I suddenly found myself able to hear the thoughts of Chase Ziegler, my aloof housemate. Oddly enough, it happened after my shower, while I was still shirtless. Since we were both men, I didn't bother hiding anything or shying away. All I did was wrap a towel around my waist. The water droplets that I hadn't wiped from my chest slowly trickled down my abs… Unexpectedly, I heard Chase's voice. "Damn, I want to touch those abs. Oh, and his buns are so perky."

[--Kaiser Volkov--] The shower became my sanctuary, the water cascading down in a steady rhythm, warm and soothing as it enveloped me, washing away not only the grime of the day but a sliver of the turmoil tangled in my mind. I closed my eyes, letting the droplets hit my shoulders and trail down my body, feeling every sensation as though I could cleanse the thoughts clinging to my mind. For a moment, the world was muffled, softened by the steady rush of water, and I breathed in the steam-heavy air, feeling it settle something deep inside me, even if only temporarily.

The uncertainty of what the future held for her weighed heavily on her mind, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety that consumed her. Feeling overwhelmed, Rachel decided to take a shower to clear her mind. The warm water cascading down her body provided a momentary sense of relief, but it couldn't wash away the stress and worry that plagued her thoughts. As she stood under the showerhead, she couldn't help but replay the events that led to her current predicament.

STEAM. SKIN. WATER. The shower is the best place to think. Except you're not privileged with the delicacy of choosing your own thoughts. It's like your brain doles out the worst scenarios. Placing it front of the slide on purpose just to torment you and right now, as scenes of Sre and Xaver's car porno flashed through her mind, she doubted if a jab from Lucifer's pitchfork on her arm would sting as much as her thoughts did.

'You are no longer a teenager in heat! She got up, went into the shower. 'A cold bath will calm me and bring me back to reality', she muttered to herself as she dipped herself into the tub. The water was cold and she smiled. 'Now, I shall stop having these crazy thoughts!' she said and sighed with relief. She had thought she was going insane with lust.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Water starts running on his side. The sound makes my stomach tighten. My mind, traitorous as ever, supplies an image of his body under the spray. I imagine the shower water running down his broad shoulder muscles, his abs and chest. My pussy clenches. Goddess. No. Stop. I drag in a shaky breath and shake my head hard, trying to flush the thoughts away. Then I turn on my shower, the water cools the heat in my body. “It’s kind of funny though,” I blurt, “seeing you in the common shower.”

It was either him or the people I cared about, and I knew which one I would choose. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside. I headed to the bathroom to take a shower, forcing myself to think of anything other than the chaos waiting for me. The shower ended up lasting much longer than I had planned, mainly because I couldn’t stop thinking about everything, no matter how hard I tried. The more I forced myself not to think about it, the more the thoughts swirled around in my head.

She shook her head as she stepped into the shower. She made it quick, not wanting to stay hidden too long. As she washed, her hands gliding over her body, she closed her eyes and wondered what it would be like to be in the shower with Clint, his hands scrubbing her flesh. She could feel her nipples shriveling up in anticipation as her imagination saw him standing in the shower with her, his breath on her neck as his hands reached from behind and wrapped around her. As the heat between her legs began to boil, she took a deep breath and forced herself to turn the water off before her thoughts led to her running him out of hot water.