Shower Erotica Novels & Stories

When we woke up again it was light outside and daddy took me to the shower. He'd designed the double size shower for sex play and in the next hour I learnt how erotic a shower could be. Daddy gave me two orgasms while soaping me top to bottom and then I got to return the favour. By the time I was done, daddy couldn't wait. He pulled me up by my thighs and threaded me onto his erect cock. He then proceeded to fucking me fast and furiously against the cold tiles of the shower. We then cleaned ourselves again before drying ourselves off.

I start to shake, the tension coiling in my lower stomach like a spring. The shower is a blur of steam and noise. I’m riding him, my hips bucking against his as I try to get closer, try to take more of him. The wetness makes everything slide perfectly, the heat burns hotter even under the water. I’m whimpering now, my pride completely gone as the orgasm starts to climb up my spine. "Caden... please," I sob. "I’ve got you," he growls.

“Now… please me again, Dominic. I need you inside me. In the shower. Let’s get in there together. Let me show you how much I want you.” He pulled me up, kissing me deep and filthy, sharing the taste of himself on my tongue—salty and musky and perfect. The bond flared brighter. We stepped into the shower together, the hot water cascading over us, washing away the evidence of our earlier love while he pressed me against the wet tile. He entered me slowly, thick and perfect, stretching me again as the water ran over our bodies, over my heavy breasts, over my soft belly. We moved together—filthy, sensual, erotic—water and moans mixing, his knot swelling again as he fucked me deep, whispering pro

The shower muffled the sounds, but Teresa felt every lick amplified—the tongue delving through her folds, parting them to suck directly on her entrance, drawing out her essence. Lena's hands gripped Teresa's ass, pulling her closer, face smeared with water and arousal. She alternated between deep tongue thrusts and rapid flicks on the clit, the steam making everything slicker, hotter. Teresa's fingers braced against the wall, slipping slightly, her moans lost in the rush of water. The intimacy here was raw, enclosed, Lena's dominance wrapping around her like the mist.

I pulled her up, turning her to face the tiles, and lifted one of her legs. Sliding into her from behind, I fucked her against the shower wall, the water pounding our bodies. Her pussy gripped me tight, slick from the steam and her arousal. I reached around to finger her clit, and she came quickly, screaming my name over the rush of water. I kept thrusting, chasing my own release, until I buried myself deep and filled her with cum, the warmth mixing with the shower's heat as it leaked down her legs.

Emma I touched myself in the shower, and I lay in the bathtub and used the bidet in between my legs. All I did was think about him—us laid up next to each other. I increased the setting and pointed it between my legs until I was writhing in the bathtub. I did it again; this time, I added nipple stimulation, turning the bidet on my breasts. I fondled my own breasts until my toes curled as my orgasm hit me. Steam still curled around me when I opened the bathroom door, towel clutched tight. I nearly screamed when I saw Noah standing there. His eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

I never would have imagined that something as simple as drying after a shower could be so sensual and erotic. Once Tristan was happy that I was dried off he quickly ran a towel over his own smooth tanned skin, taking a moment to stroke his erection, causing moisture to flood between my legs as arousal outweighed the nervousness I felt. My face heated with slight embarrassment, but I couldn’t pull my eyes way, I had seen him naked before, I had held and stroked and tasted that erection and yet watching him stroke himself was somehow hotter than anything we had done before.

The shower felt like heaven on my well-fucked body. Hot water cascaded over my skin, soothing the delicious ache between my thighs. I had turned on the massive wall-mounted screen in the bathroom and picked one of the resort’s exclusive erotic channels — a scene of two women passionately devouring each other while a well-hung man watched, stroking himself.

The water streamed down their bodies as he pounded into her, the sound of wet skin slapping mixing with the shower. Ava came hard, screaming his name as her pussy spasmed around him. Ethan followed, filling her again with thick cum that mixed with the water running down her thighs. They didn’t stop. He sat on the built-in bench and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. Ava rode him slowly under the spray, grinding deep, her breasts bouncing as she moved. They kissed the entire time, water cascading over their joined bodies. The shower sex was beautiful — sensual, passionate, intimate. No rush. Just two bodies moving together, lost in pleasure, the water washing away everything but them.