Shower Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

“I promise.” I hopped into her frameless, sliding, glass-door shower with multi-colored tile, reveling in the flow of water spraying over me from the oversized showerhead. A few minutes later, I heard the door open; a distorted silhouette of a woman appeared in the doorway. Wiping the water from my face I tried to clear my vision, but before I knew it, Xandra was in the shower with me fully clothed. My erection throbbed as I watched the waterfall from her delicate skin. Oh! This is so not helping me.

Shuffling forward. Once in the bathroom, I take note that there are no windows, no way to escape. So, I do the only thing I can and turn on the shower. I peel my shirt off and step in. I relish the feel of the hot water as it washes away the dirt, grime, and sweat. Small bottles of shampoo sit on the stall ledge. The manly smell of the products I used, smelled of Rhett I noticed, as I lathered my hair with shampoo.

We both turned on the showerhead against each other as we chuckled. Then, I chased him with my showerhead when his own stopped working and he did the same when mine stopped working. Suddenly, the showerhead I held stopped working. Well, at least the showerhead is consistent in its inconsistency! With that, Xander laughed and chased me with his showerhead pouring water on me. He caught me, and we shared a brief, giggly moment, our laughter echoing off the walls. As our eyes met, the laughter slowly drained from our faces, and we just gazed at each other, the tension building. Our breathing slowed, and all that was left was the sound of the water and our soft breathing.

It was like an unstable volcano ready to erupt. Shaking my head, I headed into the glass chambers where the shower was housed. I turned on the shower, letting the water scald my skin as I tried to erase the frustration—and humiliation—clawing at me. King Dane’s words echoed in my mind. Kiara’s taunts. The way she had almost landed a hand on me if not for King Dane.

but hot, coin-operated showers were a luxury we couldn't pass up, not after the long, sweaty day we'd just had. The shower building was tiny, there was theoretically a men's side and a women's, but each only had a single shower head inside, and the doors could be locked with a latch, so really it was just first come, first served. Vivian pulled me inside with her even so, declaring that we could share. She locked the door, and I reluctantly started to strip; she was just so beautiful, so intimidatingly sexy! She, of course, had no such worries, baring it all and tossing the first quarter into the slot, hopping straight in under the shower.

Now what? Along the vanity, as well as the tub and in the shower, were the finest scents, lotions, creams, and shampoos. A glass shelving unit held the softest towels she had ever felt. She walked across the warm tile floor and entered the shower. This thing can easily hold six people! she thought to herself. The wall was covered with knobs and dials. Each side wall had a shower head, and there was a rain shower head above her. The water fell across her skin. As it washed across her body it felt as if it was washing away her sins. But it would never be able to wash away the memories and feelings of pure ecstasy from that night.

Tony was honestly very thankful that Dillon had already showered, as he wanted to partake in his 'Shower Trick'. Dillon's shower trick was a method that they both used to deal with things that weighed heavily on their hearts. The way Dillon had explained it was thus: "It's somethin' I've done since I was a kid. Tears are… heartbreaking, yes… but don't be sad for me. I let the spray from the shower… wash 'em away. I let the tears fall with the water… and they disappear down the drain with it… When I get out and dry off, the tears are dried off too and they're gone for good."

When we get to a specific room, Kia explains that it’s for bodily fluids and functions play. When I pull a confused face, she smiles, “It definitely isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, or even shot of whiskey, but there are some who like to participate in golden showers, brown showers, that sort of thing. Anything that has to do with bodily fluids below the waist, happens in this room.”

At that moment, we understood that our journey had only just begun. The shower had been a threshold, a gateway to a future filled with passion, and endless possibilities of getting pregnant. He carried me bridal style as we left the bathroom, ready to face the world together, fortified by the strength of our bond. And as we walked away, the echoes of our shared desire lingered, etching themselves into the tapestry of our memories, forever marking that steamy shower as a pivotal moment in our lives but this still doesn’t stop me from mapping out a plan B for my future and thee future of my Pack.