Novel & Cerita Share Shower

I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. Raven Anita had fallen asleep on my chest as light rain pitter pattered against the windows. The trauma of that night still haunts her. Storms, like the one that just passed triggers PTSD attacks. I’m the only one who can calm her down. She’s been to an odd number of therapists but none of which can help her.

He walked deeper into the steam. The shower room opened up around him, a long rectangle of tile and concrete with shower heads spaced along both walls. No dividers. No privacy. Just a communal space where men washed and went about their business, and the mist was thick enough now that Moon could only make out three figures, three bodies moving through the white haze, water running in sheets down shoulders and backs.

Arwha replied, shocking them both. "Then how do you--" "Young ladies from the tribe wipe me with finest cloth dipped into lukewarm water." "What about you, Amorivia?" "I do showers more than bathing and I usually shower with--" she pauses, biting her lower lip. Here she goes again, forgetting who she showers with. She even almost forget about showering. "What is a shower?" "Though it sounds familiar to me, I don't think I have taken one." How do you describe a shower? To be honest, she herself has forgotten what it was, only the feeling, maybe she can describe.

CLARA POV I stay under the shower not the usual modern kind of shower, this is made with a metal frame painted to look like bamboo powered by a hand pump, and a chain when pushed will pump out water. I stayed in the shower longer than expected as my mind won't stop reminding me of every word spoken by Ms. Flora. It sounds strange but true and for the first time, my heart was accepting every word spoken by her.

Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into the shower, hoping the cascade of warm water could wash away the whirlwind of emotions the evening had brought. The glass doors of my walk-in shower gleamed under the bathroom's ambient lighting. Its contemporary design made it one of the highlights of my penthouse, with walls covered in dark, luxurious slate tiles and an oversized rain showerhead hanging from the ceiling. There were also multiple jets on the sides, designed to provide a complete surround experience, allowing water to hit from every angle.

“Sure.” “I need to shower, and stop by my place for clothes.” “I hate the thought of you putting your clothes back on,” he said with that grin of his as he swatted my butt playfully as I got up. I opened the shower door to see the most amazing shower I had ever seen. It was huge, could have fit ten people in it. There were nine different shower heads arranged at different levels on three sides of the walls. The entire area was covered in a beautiful ceramic patterned tile. There were overhead dimmers and heat lamps. It had built in surround benches large enough for a man to lay down on.

I hissed, "Bad luck." I stared at the wooden shower above my head. It was the only difference with the metal one - it was wood. I started looking for where to turn on the shower, but I didn't see any. Others were already bathing. I looked at my right, and it was Betty giggling under the water like a kid. I chuckled. "Ella, you aren't turning on your shower; the feeling is massive," she said, still smiling. I don't know how to turn it on.

The shower, far and away, was. The shower was big enough for four people, with eight shower heads, a digital water thermometer which allowed different temperatures for the different heads, a rain feature, as well as a steam function and music selection. It was the best shower I had ever seen, and I worked for billionaires. I'd seen a lot of cool showers. “Wow,” Leo said, standing back and taking in the massive shower. “Do I need a college degree to operate it?” I gave him a gentle push out of the way as I went to the sink and ran a brush through my hair before starting the water. “Just push preset number one,” I told him.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I am going to make breakfast for us, darling. Feel free to take a shower if you wish." Sebestian spoke over his shoulder and walked out of the room with the same smile on his face. Allen sighed and got up on the bed. She made her way towards the bathroom, and once she was inside, she closed the door and turned the shower on. Once Allen got undressed and the water was the right temperature, she stepped inside, and she felt like he was in heaven. The shower was amazing. It had a water massager; basically, it had everything Ashly ever desired. After cleaning herself, she got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her. When she stepped out of the bathroom,

I asked her, smiling when she gave me a dazed nod, her eyes taking in my hand’s movement openly. Begrudgingly, she moved to turn the water on and gingerly stepped into the shower. I had never been more grateful for my floor to ceiling glass shower door in my life. I could see all of her in all of her wet, naked glory. I was jealous of the rivulets of water sluicing between her generous breasts. She eyed me through the glass as she grabbed the loofah I kept in there and poured my body wash onto it.