Shower Thoughts Deep Novels & Stories

Today I have a full schedule ahead of me. I took my time in the shower, which is where I sometimes do my best thinking. It's the only quiet place I have to myself without interruption, where I can keep a clear head and let my thoughts ruminate. I realized as I flicked the water on that I'd been going in too many directions at once since I got here. Maybe that's the reason for all these strange feelings I'm having. I'd rather believe that shit than to think some kid because that's what the hell she is, has what it takes to put me through my paces. I made a left turn away from thoughts of her and got back on track.

I have to stop thinking like this but I can't help myself. The marble flooring in my penthouse apartment is cool against my feet, cooler than the blood pumping through my veins. I can't resist as her face crosses my mind, her luscious lips and the thought of driving myself into her, holding and caressing her. I want to feel her beneath me and hear her say my name. It's driving me insane. This woman is getting under my skin and I need to have her. This is alien to me, how can one woman have so much impact on me? It's no good. I walk quickly through my apartment, straight down the hallway and into the main bathroom. Inside the shower I let the cool water cascade down my body and begin to strok

I kept having lewd thoughts about her. I imagine she was in the shower with me, warm water spraying all over get body while I cleaned her with my tongue. I slapped myself back to reality and turned the shower off since I was done. She and I are far from being like that. Thinking like that will not help me when I am close to her. The last thing I need is to lose control in front of her and end up doing some stupid that would screw up everything.

He is still standing in his position with countless, endless, relentless thoughts about her ringing through his mind as he allows the water from the shower to continue pouring over him, washing through his body and making his desire for her a lot stronger. He raked his fingers through his hair, wiping some streams of water away from his face, and took a deep breath.

My thoughts broken away by his surprised voice, “Chaa.. Why I'm thinking like this !!. Why I dreamed like that !!. But, her lips felt so soft against mine. Aha!!. Again, I'm thinking about her. Those thoughts would leave me if I bath. Yes!!. After my bath, my mind and body will cool down. Unnecessary thoughts will disappear if my mind and body cools down.” I felt his constant stare on me and heard some murmuring around me. I opened my eyes and breath out the gasp when I heard the bathroom door closing sound.

All of a sudden, the idea of a shower seemed like the best he could possibly do, not after the horrid day at the office. Considering the day he'd just had, he couldn't bring himself to believe his eyes, maybe he was still hallucinating because he misses her. He stepped into the shower, and as the water ran down his spine, he let out a sigh of relief. He felt as though the water was rinsing out his mind, because his mind was gradually being emptied of thoughts. Just then, the door to the shower slid open, and there stood Sharon staring right at him. 'What is wrong with me? Why can't she get off my mind' He thought to himself, still not believing his wife was one standing by the door tied in h

But before I can linger on it, my thoughts drift back to Delaney, filling my mind like a slow-burning fire that refuses to die out. Even with Carla’s warning, even with the uncertainty of everything that lies ahead, I can’t get her out of my head. I head to the bathroom, stripping off my coat and the rest of my clothes before stepping into the shower. The water runs hot, searing against my skin, but it’s grounding, giving me a brief respite from the storm of thoughts swirling through my mind.

Get a fucking grip on yourself already, my mind had scolded me and I snapped out of my dreaming before switching the shower setting to freezing cold shower and knocking my evaporated senses back into my body with a bang. Cold shower has a way of getting rid of creepy thought and keeping the mind focus on showering up and getting out of the shower just as quickly without wasting any more time thinking or fantasizing about someone who was just in the next room. ** Ten minutes later,I got out of the shower and pulled a towel and had it wrapped around my lower body with another in hand and toweling my hair dry and pull on a fresh pair of black shirt with an equally black jeans to go with. There

Time flies, and I watch myself until the mirror fogs, so I finally get in and let it all rinse off. I wish the steam could relax me more. I lean my head onto the shower wall, trying to escape my tormenting thoughts, but they just sink deeper. They sink to hazy visions of last night. The gun to my head, the burning pain. I can feel it more as I start to remember each and every detail. My thoughts swell into a storm, and then the tears just fall.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Water starts running on his side. The sound makes my stomach tighten. My mind, traitorous as ever, supplies an image of his body under the spray. I imagine the shower water running down his broad shoulder muscles, his abs and chest. My pussy clenches. Goddess. No. Stop. I drag in a shaky breath and shake my head hard, trying to flush the thoughts away. Then I turn on my shower, the water cools the heat in my body. “It’s kind of funny though,” I blurt, “seeing you in the common shower.”