Novel & Cerita Shower Thoughts Funny

"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, Colton." "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, Trinity? Is that your idea of being romantic?"

In the safety of my room, I allowed the tears in my eyes to fall as I walked into the bathroom and stepped into the safety of the shower. I couldn’t be late to work, but I couldn’t help it as thoughts of my wretchedness overtook my mind. Thinking about my miserable life, I began to sob, the water from the shower blending with and hiding my tears. Even with the cool water cascading down my body, it did nothing to soothe me.

Walked back to his room, maybe a cold shower could help him, bring back his thoughts. He pulled off his shirt and shorts, entering the bathroom. As the water runs through his body his thought raced back to Maeve when they were in the bathroom. Teaching her how to use the bathroom. When she slips and fell. Or when she jumped when the shower turns on, fighting with the water, He couldn’t believe he chuckled at the thought. And a smile tugs at his lips. He should stop thinking about her It's better this way. Wrapping the towel on his waist.

"Sorry. I had to call the police." I used to love taking long showers. But I hate long showers. Especially long hot showers. They make you sink into deep dark thoughts. They sink you into depression and leave you drowning as the hot water burns your skin. The only good thing about long showers is that you can just cry silently and the dripping water will be there, washing away your tears as it makes the gentle splashing sound so no one would hear you cry. That's why I couldn't stay long in the shower tonight.

A cold shower always helped me think and right now, I needed to come up with something useful, quickly. I turned on the shower and stood under it. As the cold water touched my skin, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander. I could feel myself slipping in and out of it and finally, something came to me. I focused on the spark of idea and that was when the idea began to take shape. Not subtle. Not quiet. Big enough to eclipse the scandal. A public move. A headline that would make every whisper irrelevant. A proposal.

As I opened the door to my room, the wood creaking softly, I let out a sigh of relief. I felt exhausted after a long run and I needed to take a warm shower. I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower, I sink into the warm embrace of the bathwater, and my mind begins to wander. I close my eyes and let the steam envelop me, thinking back to the events of the day. And then, suddenly, my thoughts drift to Veronica.

I stand still, letting the water do its magic. The feeling is so sweet, but why do I feel like... no. I must be having one of those wild imaginations. I try to put my mind together and concentrate on the shower, but that feeling... that touch. The sparks. Ooh, my! It is so familiar. Am I hallucinating having a shower with him? I think him being just outside this door and lying on my bed is just not so good for my naughty brain.

Asher swallowed hard. “You look even better than I imagined. When you’re done I’ll bring you a towel.” Asher said and he left the bathroom. I didn’t want to leave the tub. It felt save in the water and my body felt relaxed. Even after the water had gone cold, I stayed. My mind started to wonder off, to fucking thoughts I didn’t want to have. I put my head under water, trying to get rid of them. Shouting at myself under water. “Fucking stop it, Leia. Stop it! STOOOOP”

Adea I stood in the shower with my head bowed as a river of water cascaded over me. Scorching, hot water heated my skin. My body warmed and the temperature in the bathroom rose. Facing the wall, the water washed down my body, cleansing me of outside thoughts. Four walls made up a safe place from my thoughts, fears, and worries. In here, I was able to focus on the feel of the water, the sound it made as it splashed against the floor.

However, as I stood there, the sound of the shower caught my attention, its rhythmic pattern echoing in the tiled enclosure. At that moment, I decided that a shower would be more refreshing, allowing the cascading water to wash away not just the physical exhaustion but also the weight of responsibilities that burdened my shoulders. I turned the shower knob, adjusted the temperature to my liking, and stepped into the spacious shower stall.