Shower Thoughts Deep Novels & Stories

Luciano The warm water ran down my back in cascades as I stood still under the shower trying to think. It had been my go-to method for over five years now- thinking in the shower. There were many reasons for that of course. One, the feel of water running all over my body was very soothing. The one pleasure I could never rob myself of. And there was the fact that I would be alone. Alone with my fucking thoughts. I could restrategize. I could plan, and make tough decisions, especially on rough days.

Upstairs, the sound of the shower running drowned out everything else, the laughter, the small talk, the confusing thoughts swirling through my head. Hot water poured down my skin, washing away the sweat but not the restlessness that clung beneath it. I stood under the cascading water, letting it wash over me. The steam rose around me, clouding the glass of the shower door. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my mind. But all I could think about was him. Elijah. His touch, his scent, the way he made me feel when he was inside me. I ran my hands over my body, washing away the sweat and grime from our workout. But it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed him.

She looked serious and I asked, "What're you thinking?" "Mmmm...sorry...I was just thinking about a pee shower...and then you, coming out of the shower." She smiled, "Sometimes when you come out of the shower, and your half-hard, it bounces all over and I have to watch." She grinned again, "A girls got no choice...you know? You have a yummy build, but that penis screams for attention." She giggled, "It makes me very, very happy!" Her fingers went to the glistening, between her legs, and she started teasing her clit. "I'm crazy horny...just watch me...watch me think about you and touch myself." She giggled and joked, "But don't you stop drinking...I want my golden shower!"

The weight of the accusations, the uncertainty of the future, and the relentless pursuit slowly faded away, replaced by a moment of respite and self-care. Turning on the shower, I let the warm water cascade over my body, washing away the physical and metaphorical grime that had accumulated. The steady stream brought a sense of renewal, cleansing both body and soul. I closed my eyes, allowing the water's embrace to wash away the remnants of fear and uncertainty. As the water enveloped me, my mind began to quiet, the chaotic thoughts giving way to a sense of serenity. The sound of the water became a soothing symphony, drowning out the noise of the world beyond the bathroom walls.

Nivea's POV: Looking into his eyes all I could see was adoration and love. I sighed thinking about it. In a few days we will be mated and there will be nothing that can come between us. We walked downstairs and turned on a TV show, The Walking Dead. We were on Season 2 Episode 5 when Keenan got a mindlink and his face immediately changed from content to upset. "Whats wrong?" I asked. "It's my dad. He's requesting us in his office with him and my mother as soon as possible. I think something is wrong. " He stated with a grim tone.

“Maybe that would clear my head and help me breathe.” The shower water came down cold, very cold, bit I welcomed it. I stood under it fully clothed for a second before my brain caught jo with my body. Then I stripped slowly, roboticallu. It just felt like I wasn't inside myself anymore. The water drowned out everything that happer earlier that afternoon. The invigilator’s voice, Jade’s smile, and the sound of that paper unfolding. I stayed under the shower longer than I meant to. Long enough for my skin to go cold and my thoughts to go quiet from exhaustion instead of peace.

Once I was fully soaked in, I soaped my body and tried to think good thoughts. I laughed at myself. Good thoughts? I rarely had any of that. The past few years had been traumatic for me and they had gotten rid of every good thought I could ever muster. And even when I tried to think the actual good thoughts; memories from my younger age and all of that, it always ended in tragedy. It was a progressive tragedy. Once I was done cleaning my body up, I decided to close my eyes for a brief moment. I needed to calm down before stepping out of this bathroom or I was going to do something I didn't like.

She keeps brushing against my ribs, my spine, like she’s checking the walls of a cage that shouldn’t be there. I swing my legs out of bed and stand before the thoughts can catch up. Routine first. Thinking later. The shower goes on too hot. I step under it without flinching, letting the water beat down on my shoulders until my skin protests. Steam fills the bathroom, fogging the mirror, blurring my reflection until I’m just a shape instead of a person with a name that’s been dragged through too many documents lately. I scrub like I’m trying to erase something. Shampoo. Rinse. Soap again. I tilt my head back and let the water run over my face until my thoughts thin out.

Perhaps that could distract me today. The sound of running water whispered in the background as I made my way to the bathroom, and my mind was still busy with thoughts of what happened last Sunday. The shower's warm cascades enveloped me, washing away the remnants of sleep, but failed to dispel these troubling thoughts I kept having. As steam curled and rose, filling the air with a well-welcomed warmth, I couldn't revel in this moment, one that I often looked forward to. You see, the simple pleasure of water against my skin usually went a long way in clearing my mind and readying me for the day ahead. It didn't today.

She doesn't want people to know about her or her personal life. Thinking about it made her more annoyed. She walked leisurely to the shower, steam filling the room as she cut the shower on. The cold water cascading down her body. The water pours down, it drips by her side, as her mind fades into dullness and everything is a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms her; it takes her mind off things. All the things she honestly doesn't care about. It's the water. Her mind swirls, and it's like she's standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, she knows that now.