Shower Thoughts Funny Novelas e Histórias

I say to myself. The thought makes me happy, and I go about taking a shower with a goofy smile on my face.

I step under the shower with a smile on my face as cold water rushes over my body soothing me. Still going over everything that happened yesterday I get an urge to pleasure myself at the thought of yesterday’s passion and I try to ignore it pushing all sexual thoughts out of my mind. But even with this, my imagination kicks in and brings up the image of him in the shower with me, running his hands over my body slowly and sensually. To this thought, I feel my body heat up in contrast to the cold water and I’m about to kick my fantasy up a notch when I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

I jerk off the bed and press my hard dick downward, willing the blood that had rushed to it to disperse but it wasn't having any of it. What the fuck do I do? I close my eyes, trying to think of a disgusting scene I'd witnessed. Yeah, the day Ray brought in a shawty and when she finished shitting in his toilet, the damn thing clogged and she couldn't flush her mess. I burst into a laugh. That wasn't a shitty scene. It was just funny. I try again, reaching for anything that could kill this heat under my skin. That day when— There's a soft knock on the door, jerking me out of my thoughts.

I growled frustrated and angry. I undressed hurriedly and swiveled the shower head feeling the water cascade over my form and thick steam covered the glass shower as I began washing myself hoping to erase every thought concerning the three dumbasses ruining my life. And parading my head with wrong, dirty thoughts. ____ Yanking a huge fluffy bathrobe from the fancy cupboard wearing it after drying my hair with a towel slightly. I tried to rid myself of the excess water that was dripping from my long dark brown mane and walked out of the bathroom to an empty room.

Can you imagine nonsense. "Urgh! I'm going to kill you Jack, for ruining my day." I groaned in between gritted teeth, before matching to the bathroom. Stepping into the bathroom, I scoffed one more time, before going under the shower, after which I turned it on, as I allowed the water fall on my body, calming my tensed muscles. "How did he even came up with such shit? I mean, what was he thinking, huh?" I scoffed, as I scrubbed my body with the sponge. That dude is such a mood spoiler.

We went to the shower together, laughter and playful teasing echoing through the penthouse. As the water cascaded over us in the shower, washing away the sweat and fatigue, I felt a profound sense of gratitude. For the strength of my body, the love of the woman beside me, and the simple joy of living in the moment. These were the things that truly mattered, the essence of a life well-lived.

I said with a purposeful tone as i faced Abigail who sat by my left. "Okay go... Let me tidy the plates." she replied; raising herself up gracefully to carry the plates. Then I stood up and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.. I stood under the shower savouring every gush of warm water running down my body. 'Mmm... this is so relaxing' I thought to myself as my eyes remained closed with my right hand placed gently on the bathroom wall while standing under the gushing shower. Flashes of last night sex with abigail ran through my thoughts, sending arousing sensations all over my body as I began to feel my di*k slowly harden... 'oof... Not now! Stand down' I muttered quietly to myse

"You know that is such a mood killer, you trying to talk seriously while I am trying to take advantage of you." "Oh, is that what you called that splashing around?" "It is not my fault you ran so much water in the bath." "Well, I did not ever think I will be using the thing." I burst out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, “Your ass is so lazy, Tyler." "Hey, it is much easier to shower. And if you think about it, we could have had sex in the shower by now." "What is wrong with the bath?" "Really, Jenna? Is that your idea of being romantic?"

“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.”

Goosebumps prick my entire skin, and I rub my thighs together as more thoughts flow in like torrents. His warm breaths. His strong arms. The way he played with my nipple….. God! Quickly, I increase the rushing tempo of the shower water raining down on my head and body to drown out the dirty thoughts, despite how tempting they wanted me to dwell on them. I hurry up in the shower, and when I am done, I towel dry my hair and body before stepping out, sliding the shower door close. I wrap the big towel around me before getting back fully into my bedroom.