Shower Stories Novels & Stories

She quickly shrugged off the drenched outfit she had been wearing all-night, heading into the bathroom. Lana stood beneath the cascading water of the shower, the droplets clinging to her skin like a gentle caress. Steam enveloped the bathroom, creating a hazy, ethereal atmosphere that seemed to reflect the turmoil in her heart. As the water washed away the grime of the day's training, Lana's mind drifted to memories of Tyler, their passionate moments together etched deeply within her.

After days in the hospital, the prospect of a real, normal shower was more appealing than any gourmet meal. I excused myself quickly, eager for the cleansing solitude. I headed through the mansion to my parents' old bedroom, where the shower was more like a rain room. The space was luxurious, with shower heads lining the walls, offering a downpour from every angle, and a bench in the center to sit.

The shower only helps for so long, so Kaden helps me out and I get wrapped up in a towel. As Kol helps me into the bedroom while Kaden drives off and gets dressed, I feel this horrible pressure between my legs. I am just on the ledge between the bathroom tiled floor and the carpeted bedroom; I step back on the tiles, somehow knowing what's about to happen. Kaden and Kol gasp in shock as we all hear a squeak-pop and a splash as my waters break. "I knew that was gonna happen! Gravity! Gravity always works!" I murmur to myself.

[--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.

“She’s grinding the showerhead and my tongue at the same time.” The combination of Isaiah’s mouth and the pulsing water jet on my clit builds something fast and sharp and I’m moaning against the glass wall with Kieran’s teeth on my neck and his cock grinding against my ass. The steam is so thick I can barely see and I cum standing up in the shower, my leg shaking on Isaiah’s shoulder, the showerhead slipping from my hand and clattering to the tile floor. My pussy clenching against Isaiah’s tongue while Kieran holds me upright.

Or at least what I dreamed of. I couldn’t hold in my excitement and walked down the hall checking out the large bathroom. It had no showerhead. Confused, I was trying to figure out where the water would come from when I heard a booming voice behind me. “It comes from the ceiling little one” he said laughing at my confusion. But I then turned my focus to rub my hands along the actual stone work of the shower. The placement of the stones wasn’t flush, some stuck out. Perhaps to hold my shampoos maybe. But there were a few that were lower to the ground. Maybe it’s just to add character. I put the thoughts out of my head for a moment and turned to look at him. With a grin on my face.

As I turned around I noticed that Atlas was no longer in bed. I heard the shower running and walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was full of steam. He didn't even hear me come in, or so I thought. As I was taking off my robe, he opened up the shower door and pulled me into the shower with him and started kissing me as the water ran down our bodies. He picked me up and leaned me against the shower stall's wall. I wrapped my legs around him and with one swift thrust he was already inside me. I wrapped my legs around him tighter and leaned back, allowing the water to run down my chest. As the water ran down my chest, he would suck on my breast and push me down against him, making him go dee

They can’t see the sun, the moon, or the stars, which are so beautiful. And they also have to walk into the bathroom with their hands dramatically stretched out like mine, kicking several things in an attempt to just shower. God please heal them, no one deserves to go through this for one second, not to speak about for the rest of their lives. I grab the shower head like my life depends on it, knowing that if I lose it, I wouldn’t find it again in this thick darkness. I turn on the shower. The cold water hits my scalp, and I couldn’t stop myself from making a moaning sound. This definitely makes me feel a lot better.

As they disappear from sight, I feel a pang of envy, wishing I could escape this situation as easily as they can. Meanwhile, I turn around and make my way outside to the shower, seeking solace in the familiar routine. The shower, recently improved with new fixtures and soothing water pressure, offers a temporary refuge from the chaos that has consumed my life. As I stand there, tears stream down my face, the water cascades over me, washing away the physical and emotional pain that has become my constant companion.

"Richie, I want to go out! Open the door!" Sharlynn, in a panic, continues to try to open the door handle, especially when her ears start to pick up the sound of water pouring from the shower right behind her. Sharlynn falls silent, closing her eyes tightly. The shower is pouring, which means Richie has started cleaning himself. Moreover, she feels the droplets of shower water splashing on her back. Plus, the scent of men's cologne becomes sharper.