Shower Sec Novels & Stories

It looks like a place for sin and silence and hours of soaking. Across from it is a glass-walled shower with a rainfall-style showerhead hanging like a jewel from the ceiling. Built-in shelving is stocked with folded black towels and bottles of what I assume are expensive soaps. The floor is heated—I can feel it even through my boots. “Oh,” I breathe, hand brushing the edge of the tub. “This is… next level.” Simon doesn’t say anything at first. I glance back and he’s watching me, his arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorframe—but his eyes are anything but casual. They’re glowing faintly, tracking my every movement like they matter.

Floor to ceiling glass separated the shower from the rest of the space. As she turned on the water, Jessi didn't bother to stop her thoughts as she envisioned Judd there with her, showering under the jet on the opposite wall. She lathered up with his masculine-spiced shower gel and closed her eyes, picturing the pair of them making love in the big bed overlooking the ocean. God, she wanted him.

Why should I hesitate if I could go inside my room or not? When he entered, he saw that the woman was still deeply asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief before walking towards the shower and took his time showering, scrubbing all the blood that had stained his skin. Keyller was nearly thirty minutes in the shower when the bathroom door opened and Lot 520 stepped inside. He was rinsing the soap out of his body and was facing the shower glass door. The clear glass wall enclosing the shower area was darkened with steam and Keyller's body was hidden inside, but he could still figure out that Lot 520 was slowly taking off her clothes. His eyes bulged in surprise and his mouth opened agape.

They simply pointed toward a massive open bathroom visible from the main space—rainfall shower, black marble, big enough for four people. “Shower. Thorough. Then kneel in the living room facing the windows. Don’t move until he arrives.” They left him alone. Kai stepped under the hot spray, muscles aching from the earlier rough handling. He scrubbed every inch of himself, hyper-aware of the cameras he knew were watching. His soapy hand slid over his chest, down his flat stomach, and hovered near his cock. It was fully hard now, curving upward, flushed dark. He remembered Damien’s warning and snatched his hand away with a frustrated growl.

He kissed me once more and shooed me towards the bathroom. (Alesandra's POV) Lucian gave me one of his slouchier items to wear: An NYU sweatshirt that was way larger than me and a pair of sweatpants—those were large as well, to the point where I had to roll up the pants 3 times. I turned off the water and stepped out of the glass showers, then wrapped a towel around myself. I washed my hair with shampoo that smelt like buttercream and coconut—yum. The water heated up to an unbelievable temperature and the shower had a radio, different colored lights that changed the color of the water, 20 jets that sprayed from all sides of the shower, and a robotically programmed panel that allowed me to ch

Had rather I enjoy every splash of water that wash my body. Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching. I tried to sharpen my sense of hearing. Is someone coming in? Oh my, I haven't finished taking a shower! I haven't had time to get a towel and suddenly the door has opened. a man standing with a smile at me. He only wears shorts. Redric! "HEY! YOU'RE SO CRAZY!"

Even the towels hung up on the towel wrack by the shower are green, like the color of seaweed. After I completely strip down, I make my way over to the shower. The shower looks kike it's made entirely of Blue Ballet colored glass, it looks glorious on the outside. The shower door has a wave-like design on the front of it. I grab the handle, pull the door open, and step inside. I turned on the shower, and stood under the warm waterfall coming down in front of me. The warm water instantly relaxes my muscles as it makes its way down my back, allowing myself to relax and calm my

He turned the silver handle and looked up as water instantly began to fall … from the ceiling. Elaina looked up then to see one of two sleek silver showerheads that blended seamlessly with the stark white ceiling. The walls surrounding the shower were gray tiles that matched the floor, clear glass doors encasing the entire structure. A bench lined the entire wall, with three inlays that housed bottles of body wash and shampoos, she presumed. “You can’t take a shower from over there,” he said, and Elaina looked up at him. He was naked. Totally. Deliciously.

he said to the girls with a grin, "that you girls need to clean yourselves up. Come on, show me where your bathroom is. I want all three of us to get in the shower together." *** Five minutes later, the three of them stood in Holly and Sasha's shower, soaping up each other's bodies and scrubbing each other down. The bathroom was undeniably magnificent. Black marble tiles gleamed, and the shower itself was enormous: roomy enough for several people to stand in, and with a broad, waterfall-like flow of perfectly pressurised water. It was the kind of shower, Simon thought, that seemed designed for a lot more than showering.

“God. Now I’m crying on the rug.” “I knew it,” he smirked. “I should’ve filmed this.” I laughed through my tears and hit his arm lightly. Curious, I wandered into the bathroom and froze. The shower was a full glass cubicle with slate tiles, recessed lights, and a digital screen by the side. On the wall, there was a gold label that read: “AQUATONE – VOICE ENABLED SYSTEM.” I narrowed my eyes. …Hello?” A mechanical chime responded, “Greetings. Shower ready. Would you like to begin a morning playlist?”