Shower Thoughts Novels & Stories

The bathwater continued to lap gently against the sides of the tub, creating a soothing backdrop to my contemplation. I allowed myself to sink deeper into the warm water, my thoughts shifting away from my phone and the messages left unanswered. The soft lull of the bath became a comforting refuge, a place where I could ponder my own desires, ambitions, and the complexities of the world around me. As the warm bathwater embraced me, I let my thoughts drift away from Kevin's messages and the complexities of my personal life. The cozy ambiance of my bathroom had a way of quieting the noise in my mind, leaving space for new ideas to emerge.

​The silence of the train car was absolute. The countdown to the end of the Architect had officially begun. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and for the first time in months, I didn't think about the past. I thought about the kill.

There was a bathtub in the corner and a shower beside it. I stepped into the shower and turned it on, letting the warm water wash my anxiety away, albeit a little before the image of him in a towel alone came to my mind. Those killer muscles. Those hot abs. "Oh my goddess, what am I thinking about?" I couldn’t help but tremble as lust and heat pooled below. The water could do nothing to help. I exhaled sharply and breathed in several times to calm myself down as I took the soap beside me and began to scrub.

I rolled my eyes at him and I stood up, “let’s just go to the shower room now so that I can now wash your body.” “Yes, Ma’am,” he was still smiling wide as he stood up. And as we are now heading towards the shower room, I really don’t know what to do or think first. Shall I do it quickly so that my eyes will not be distracted when his m*nhood came into view again? Or should I just enjoy the moment while admiring every glorious part of his body? But as I soon realised how lewd my thoughts are, I started to shake my hand as if shaking off every single dirty thought that was living rent free in my mind.

I feel like she genuinely cares about me. I tried to eat breakfast without thinking about anything, but my thoughts kept coming back again and again. Mindfulness wasn’t working this time. I took a cold shower, hoping it would cool down my head and silence the mental noise. It was useless. As the cold water ran down my body, burning thoughts kept pouring into my mind.

I grabbed my towel, shampoo, and soap and braced myself for what lay ahead. The inevitability weighed heavily on me. Avoiding showers for an entire year was simply not an option. A montage of movie scenes played relentlessly in my mind. Stark, open shower rooms from every communal shower scene I'd ever seen. Rows upon rows of showerheads, with absolutely no barriers, where vulnerable figures stood exposed under the relentless cascade of water. The images were vivid, sending involuntary shivers down my spine.

Her gaze drifted towards the bathroom door, a beacon of escape in the midst of this unfamiliar space. A warm shower. The simple thought felt like a lifeline. The image of steam rising from the hot water, enveloping her in a soothing embrace, was almost too tempting to resist. The warmth would wash away the grime of the day, the lingering scent of fear and desperation. It would be a small act of self-care, a moment to reclaim a sense of control amidst the chaos.

I asked hoping she won't misunderstood. "Sure" she agreed and sat next to me on my thick pink girly bedspread. "Mom...what do you think can be the reason for not hearing someone's thoughts" I asked and he face fell she looked confused. "What do you mean?" She asked with a trying to break down mys statement. "I mean there's this person...I can't hear his thoughts, and I don't know why, but when I have a kind of intimacy with the person. The thought become clearer" I said and the only thing floating on top of her mind was the word I used.

Natasha’s POV The water fell in steady streams, sliding over my skin, running down my shoulders and pooling at my feet before swirling into the drain. The sound filled the bathroom, echoing softly against the tiled walls, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the rush of thoughts in my head. I pressed my palm flat against the cool wall, closing my eyes, letting the heat of the shower wrap around me like a cocoon. It had been three days, yet every time I let my mind drift, I found myself right back in that moment, reliving it all.

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