Shower Thoughts Guy Novels & Stories

“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.”

Jason laughed “You not serious? Everyone finds baths and showers romantic” “Well I don’t, I shower quick. Even on hair wash days, I have never understood the novelty” Jason smiled “Well maybe we should try it, maybe we can find a way for you to enjoy it with me. I think it’s more about the conversation you have whilst in there, like we do in the car. A lot of couples use the shower to hide from tiny ears.” I loomed at him cautiously “Okay, but if you try to help me wash my hair or anything you might loose a finger its too cheesy”

I braced my hands against the tile as the water finally warmed up, returning to my mind all the perversions I'd known in recent years, I closed my eyes and the lascivious, lust-filled gaze drew a low moan. Son of a bitch …. I shook my head, scaring away the thoughts of leaving the shower and wetting everything along the way as I left naked in the room and picked up any clothes, I wrapped my hair in a towel remembering that if it keeps getting wet so much I'll have to touch it up first. I walked to the window and watched people's movements until I had my gaze drawn to the building in front, I opened a smile in the corner realizing that maybe the problem with Hunter could be easier than it see

I soon thought about Ryan and the moments we had been out of town when we had it hot under the shower. The thought of Ryan going down on me made me so horny in the shower that I wished Ryan was right there with me. In the shower. I rubbed on my breast, with my eyes closed thinking hard about Ryan. I lowered my index down to my p**sy, as I felt different and weird doing what I did. I’m going crazy!!… I thought to myself. I shook the thoughts of Ryan off my head and then, I heard the door to the bathroom creak open.

It was erotic and sensual and so damn good to know he thought about me and pleasured himself. “Do you think about my mouth wrapped around you or do you think about you inside me?” He grunted, moving harder and faster. “Both.” “In bed?” “Everywhere. I beat off in the shower. I think about you and stroke myself until I’m squirting my desire all over the shower wall.”

He grabbed a towel and headed to the showers, eager to wash off the sweat and grime of his workout. As the water beat down on him, he closed his eyes and let himself relax. For a moment, he could forget about everything else. He opened his eyes and scrubbed the sweat and dirt from his body, he tried to focus on the sensation of the water on his skin. He tried to push away the thoughts that kept circling in his mind, but they were relentless. He couldn't escape the questions that plagued him, the doubts that haunted him. As he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, he knew he had to face his thoughts. He couldn't keep running from them forever.

I kept on standing by the sink trying very hard to look casual, like this was a completely normal thing I did all the time—invite men to shower with me. Spoiler alert: I do not do this all the time. In fact, I have never done this before. "So," I said, my voice coming out higher than intended. "Shower. Right. That's... that's a thing we're doing." Danny smiled, that infuriatingly confident smile that made my knees weak. "Having second thoughts?" "No," I said quickly. Too quickly. "I'm just... organizing my thoughts." "About showering?" "It's a complex process. There are steps involved. Logistics."

I walk into my room and walk straight into the bathroom to have a shower again. The moment the shower comes on, hot water cascading over my skin, I exhale slowly. For a few seconds, I allow myself to simply stand there… still… letting the heat soak into my muscles, washing away the physical tension. But not the thoughts. Never the thoughts of Lucas. His name slips into my mind uninvited, sharp and intrusive. My eyes close, and a faint frown forms on my face. “Annoying man…” I mutter under my breath.

I eyed him, still skeptical, and then—suddenly—I cackled. Loud and unrestrained, the sound burst from my lips before I could stop it. Colton turned toward me, brows raised in question. “Really?” I asked, still laughing. “You meant a shower? Really? Nothing sexy?” He smirked, shaking his head as he reached for a bottle of shampoo. “It’s dangerous to do shit in the shower, darlin’.” I scoffed, still grinning. “Seriously? That’s your excuse?” Colton chuckled, rubbing shampoo into his hair. “That, and I actually like getting clean.”

No matter how much I tried to stay optimistic, no matter how I tried to stay calm, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things that could go wrong. I must have checked the phone he left me at least a thousand times, just to be sure he hadn’t left a message—there were never any messages. Just the home screen staring back at me. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower—like that would get my mind off him. I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower enclosure. I let the hot water scald my skin; I needed that pain to feel alive. I picked up the shampoo, but my shaky hands couldn’t hold on, and it slipped from my grip.