Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

To avoid thinking deeply about it, especially since the memory from the dream last night is still creeping in, I decide to jump into the shower with the aim of the water wiping away the negative energy. I don't even want to imagine the chaos that must be going on out there this morning. Turns out the only recent positive thing in my mind is Gavin. And oh…the memory of him between my thighs! I decide to stick to that. I'm not sure whether that's a good idea, either. Thinking about Gavin, while naked, under the shower? With every imagination, every fantasy, every memory, my body reacts quickly. I feel the sparks, despite the fact that I'm under water, recalling the kind of pleasure Gavin inser

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.

What is it about his damn eyes? I reached down, my mind wandering, my fingers wandering over the curve of my breasts wet and reddened from the hot water. This felt surprisingly good. I let them move down further, my fingers finding moistened folds. I gasped in surprise, finding myself wet from the thoughts of him. I closed my eyes, my fingertips playing circles as I thought about that man. Shivering, I started to moan, drawing my lower lip between my teeth to stifle the echoing sound. My mind goes to places I had once never let it. He had me tied and bound and gagged. I was wriggling beneath the touch of a riding crop. If I flinched, he would smack my bottom harshly, leaving a small red welt

STEAM. SKIN. WATER. The shower is the best place to think. Except you're not privileged with the delicacy of choosing your own thoughts. It's like your brain doles out the worst scenarios. Placing it front of the slide on purpose just to torment you and right now, as scenes of Sre and Xaver's car porno flashed through her mind, she doubted if a jab from Lucifer's pitchfork on her arm would sting as much as her thoughts did.

It was either him or the people I cared about, and I knew which one I would choose. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside. I headed to the bathroom to take a shower, forcing myself to think of anything other than the chaos waiting for me. The shower ended up lasting much longer than I had planned, mainly because I couldn’t stop thinking about everything, no matter how hard I tried. The more I forced myself not to think about it, the more the thoughts swirled around in my head.

Had I gone out into the storm, I would have risked everything—perhaps even the life that the moon goddess had so graciously given me. I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, and for a few moments, I closed my eyes and let the warmth ease my troubled thoughts. I imagined the water washing away the memories of anger and pain, leaving behind only a sense of calm. When I finally turned off the shower, I felt a slight relief, as if I had shed a layer of my burden.

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.

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.

The thought of it made me gasp and I instantly and instinctively wrapped my hands around my upper body, as if trying to prevent someone from seeing them. 'Oh well, whoever helped me shower last night must have seen it all anyway.' I thought to myself. "I'm going to ask that Damn Dom when I see him. I'm so gonna kill you Dom, wait for me!" I muttered to myself, pointing my index finger to an invisible entity as if Dom was there. Before finally allowing my body to sink fully into the water. I was in the for God knows how long until I felt my tensed muscles relax before I opened my eyes and stepped out of the tub. I went straight to the shower and took the shampoo I found there, I washed my hai

I assured him as I left the office, waving to him with a shaking hand. When I got home I took the coldest shower I could stand, needing to cool my burning body down and get clean after such nasty thoughts literally spilling out of me. Thankfully, after my shower no one noticed how quiet I was being as I did my chores around the house. My mom didn't mind the silence as we both cooked up dinner for the night, as I helped prepare the vegetables and at the table my dad as ever did most of the talking so I got to sit there lost with my own thoughts. My exciting thoughts that were so exciting and filthy as well as shameful in equal measure. I just couldn't seem to block the naughty and exciting im