Shower Erotica Novels & Stories

I took her right there in the shower while she was on her feet and her palms were placed on the wall. I entered her from behind and we both moaned out in pleasure. I didn't have the patience I had last night to explore more of her soft spots, nor did I have the willpower to wait until we were out of the shower. The sound of the running shower made it even more erotic because it gave her the access of letting her moans of pleasure more audible which drove me crazy. I wasn't as gentle as I was last night. The burning desire in me made it very difficult to control myself. I tried to be gentle, but I couldn't control myself. As I began to thrust inside her like a wild animal my breathing became

Watching him undress, I couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles rippled under his skin. Shraf first guided me towards the shower area, and as the water cascaded down upon us, he began to wash my hair. His fingers gently massaged my scalp, sending waves of pleasure cascading through me. The sensation was intoxicating, and I found myself leaning into him, craving more of his touch. His hand then travelled along my back, as he lathered the shower gel all around my body. When he reached the area near my inner thigh, he paused, his fingers hovering dangerously close to my core. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal.

Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her hand was still inside her soaked shorts, fingers covered in her own wetness. She froze against the wall, heart pounding hard in her chest. He towered over her, inked knuckles flexing at his sides. Sweat still ran down his muscular chest. His voice came out low and dangerous. “I know exactly what you’ve been watching, little girl. Every filthy video. Every time you touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.” Lila’s face burned hot with shame, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples stayed hard against her tank top. Fresh wetness leaked out of her and soaked her shorts even more. She couldn’t look away from him.

I mutter to myself, jumping out of bed and hurriedly following my sexy ass mate into the bathroom. I find her already in the shower. Karamea is facing me, her body tucked into the corner of the shower and her leg propped up with her foot resting on the side of the tub. One of her hands is pinching and rubbing her right nipple while the other hand is circling her clit. As I watch, her hand slides down and she slips two fingers inside her pussy. She’s already so wet that I can hear the shlucking sound of her fingers moving in and out of her.

And Xavier, well-endowed and skilled in the art of pleasure, took her to new heights of ecstasy before realizing that she could no longer handle his intense thrusts from behind. With a smooth, fluid motion, he turned her body to face him and lifted her up effortlessly. Her back pressed against the sleek shower glass, causing her to gasp as its coolness met her skin. He spread her legs apart, and she instinctively wrapped them around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The steam from the shower enveloped them like a misty cocoon as they locked eyes in a passionate embrace.

I bent over slightly, holding myself up against the tile wall as the hot water poured around us. Within a moment, he was back inside. I let out a groan as the pleasure rose in me once again. This was the first time we’d done anything like this in the shower, but I liked it. It was unconventional and sexy. It was new and adventurous. Gabe’s hands slid over my skin, which was now slick with water. He touched my breasts, gliding his fingers over them as they swayed below me. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before I heard Gabe let out groan. I looked over my shoulder, watching his face contort and flush as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He was about to climax.

“For your cock.” “You should put it in the fridge.” Eva carried it and moved to the kitchen. “How about sex in the shower?” William said when she walked in. Eva smiled at the idea. “Not a bad idea.” She took off her clothes until all that was left was a purple silk lingerie. William left his boxers. I’m the bathroom, William turned on the shower and let the water fall on their body. He began to kiss every inch of her upper body. Eva didn’t feel the excitement she felt when Denzel touched her but the mere thought that Denzel was angry with Kate gave her all the pleasure she needed. She didn’t moan or sigh, instead she chuckled as William undressed her under the shower and pulled her nipples.

I sat in the armchair by the glass with the lights off, coffee gone cold in my hand, and watched him move through his routine. He showered with the bathroom door open. Steam rolled out, fogging the mirror, but the shower stall was glass and the light stayed on. Water sluiced down his back, over the curve of his ass, between his thighs. He soaped himself methodically—chest, arms, stomach, then lower. One hand braced on the tile, the other wrapped around his cock. Slow strokes at first, then faster. His head tipped back, throat working on a sound I couldn’t hear. When he came his hips jerked forward, shoulders rounding, ropes of white hitting the glass and sliding down with the water. I came i

It's going to be a disaster. Pulling the bathroom door open, I freeze at the sight I'm met with. Emiliana has one leg on top of the shower bench and her head is thrown back, eyes closed as she pleasures herself. I've never seen anything so erotic. My cock instantly gets hard. She's too busy to notice my arrival, so I take a moment to watch her. Glad that I didn't use glass walls to separate the space. A smile curves her lips and I know she knows I'm here. Wrapping my fist around my aching cock, I ask,

out of her, thighs clenching. Her pussy throbbed in response, clit swelling under its hood, begging.Lower now. One soapy hand trailed down her belly, nails scraping lightly—shivers everywhere. Through the wet curls, fingers parting her folds. She was soaked, slicker than the water, her arousal mixing with the suds. "Shit, already?" she whispered, laughing soft and breathy to herself. Middle finger on her clit—slow circles, light pressure at first, building that sweet buzz. Her hips rocked forward on instinct, chasing it. Moans started slipping out, quiet under the roar of the water—little "ahh"s and "yes"es lost in the steam.But she wanted more. The shower head—her favorite toy. She unhooke