Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

I hang up as the shower turns off. And all I can think is, that today is going to be long. And everything is about to change.

All of a sudden, the idea of a shower seemed like the best he could possibly do, not after the horrid day at the office. Considering the day he'd just had, he couldn't bring himself to believe his eyes, maybe he was still hallucinating because he misses her. He stepped into the shower, and as the water ran down his spine, he let out a sigh of relief. He felt as though the water was rinsing out his mind, because his mind was gradually being emptied of thoughts. Just then, the door to the shower slid open, and there stood Sharon staring right at him. 'What is wrong with me? Why can't she get off my mind' He thought to himself, still not believing his wife was one standing by the door tied in h

I closed the bathroom door behind me, leaning against it as I tried to steady my racing thoughts. After a couple of deep breaths, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water envelop me. Each droplet felt like a gentle caress, but the soothing sensation did little to calm the storm within me. My mind raced through the events of the past days—the chaos, the pain, and the overwhelming fear.

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.

If that had happened, I wondered how I would have felt right now because I already felt like shit. All of a sudden, I felt the need to be clean and I walked into the bathroom and entered the shower immediately enjoying the water as it fell all over my body, washing away the terrible thoughts that filled my head. It worked but immediately I turned off the water and got out of the shower, they all came rushing back.

I spread my legs for him, screaming when I felt his fingers plunging inside my— "No!" I shouted into nothing, pushing all those thoughts to the back of my head. I aggressively switched off the water and stepped out of the shower. This needs to stop, this needs to stop. In my naked and dripping wet state, I went to my laptop and switched it on, going to g****e. 'why do I always have dirty thoughts?' This is so dumb, but I'll do anything for it to stop. Anything! The search results showed stuff about puberty and hormones and various articles about the 'top 12 dirty things everyone has though of'. Basically, it was pretty useless. I shut my laptop and pushed it away from me, walking back to the

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.

Sebastian Miller heaved a tired sigh as he slammed the document he was going through on the table. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t concentrate on anything. All he could think of was Jayda; the passionate night they had together, how he acted like a jerk to her the next morning, the tears in her eyes when he hurled hurtful words at her. The more he remembered her with tears in her eyes, knowing he was the reason for her sadness, the more he hated himself and regretted not going into the bathroom and apologizing to her.

She shook her head as she stepped into the shower. She made it quick, not wanting to stay hidden too long. As she washed, her hands gliding over her body, she closed her eyes and wondered what it would be like to be in the shower with Clint, his hands scrubbing her flesh. She could feel her nipples shriveling up in anticipation as her imagination saw him standing in the shower with her, his breath on her neck as his hands reached from behind and wrapped around her. As the heat between her legs began to boil, she took a deep breath and forced herself to turn the water off before her thoughts led to her running him out of hot water.

I needed to go to my store, I needed a change of scenery to clear my mind and contemplate my next steps. I quickly shed my nightwear and stepped into the inviting warmth of the bathroom. The soothing sound of running water filled the space as I adjusted the temperature to my liking. Stepping into the shower, I allowed the rushing water to wash away the remnants of uncertainty and confusion. As the water flowed over me, I closed my eyes, letting the sensation of the droplets against my skin calm my racing thoughts. I lingered in the shower, allowing myself the luxury of time and space to reflect.