I Eat You Out In The Shower

Disclaimer: I wrote this for someone specific, was going to g for something short… Figured I may as well share the fruits of my labor. I’ve not done this before, nor do I write much, so I would LOVE feedback. Yes I know the title sucks.

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The brisk cool air from the bathroom tickles your lower back as you drown the day away, face well under the refreshingly hot water, doled out in streams, each taking it’s own path down your body, rinsing the day away, like soil on a shovel under a hose, after a long day in the garden

The day dances through your mind, flashes of actions, and alternative realities dance through your mind, like showers of sparks at dusk,streaming through the air, colliding in chaos, simple and frantic. Voices from the past, favorite tunes, that podcast from earlier, all blast across the silent expanse of the white noise of the shower. You could hear a pin drop if you tried, but you will is to dream.

The floor creaks. Before you ask yourself it you heard that or not, your dreamer brain reminds you of something that the squeak was reminiscent of, May it was the car door earlier, should you have that looked at? you follow the rabbit trail, never aknowledging the noise.

I’m being so vigilant, that floor almost betrayed me! I know you had a long week, and I’m determined to give you sweet relief as a thanks for being the wonderful person you are. My only desire in this waking moment, my purpose in life right now, is nothing more than to please you. Even as I carefully sneak up to the shower curtain, the pure excitement from the thought of pleasuring you, has stolen blood from the rest of my body. My heart races, my pupils constrict. Not even I realize it, but my breath quickens, and my pheromone production kicks into high gear.

As the temperature in my core skyrockets from the increased blood flow, I reach my hand around the curtain. Steam billows out like a locomotive tearing down the tracks. When my vision clears, there you are; the very vision of beauty. The floral scents mix with the sweet smell of your skin, and my heart jumps a beat as the water pours gracefully from your hair down your breasts, twisting and carving brave new paths across your torso, like the very hand of God was painting on his favorite canvas.

Our eyes lock, as your brows drip with soapy water. For thousands of years mankind has used words to project thought, but what happens now is more primitive, more.. primal. Words often betray what the eyes know already,and as soon as you see the fire in my eyes, my thoughts are projected. You smile to the side, saying nothing, just blinking slowly while lefting one leg, ultimately perching it on the otherwise unused shower shelf. After years of practice I’ve learned to take my time with these things. Every muscle in my body demands that I train my complete focus on you, and instantly dominate you with lightning fast force. I step into the shower, over-deliberately, while still locked in fiery gaze with you.

As my waist passes across the curtain, the shower rungs rattle, and our gaze is broken. Time seems to stand still as your eyes drop to my waist, to see the shower curtain strained, as my now quivering, hard cock forces it’s way past the curtain, with no avail for the curtain’s well being. Slapping to my side with a thwack, like a springy doorstop at a gas station, my cock returns to it’s upright position, as I begin to drop to my knees.

Your close your eyes. You know you need this, and now that you’re presented with the opportunity, it’s all you want. The room fall quiet as you adjust the shower head, leaning back against the side of the shower. The shower wall is hard, and cold, and wet, but the water streams across the wall, running down your back. You feel nothing but the heat of the moment, as your head relaxes against the wall.

Perched at your feet, I look up to behold your beautiful vagina. The way the skin folds and creases, the varied skin tones, the immaculate, soft skin always mesmerizes me. Like a boy in a candy shop, my eyes widen as I reach up, eager to feel your skin on mine. My hands run from your knees up your thighs, I can tell you’ve washed already because my hands want to skip up your skin instead of slide. As my right hand reaches your hip, I move it over and gently run my fingers down your vulva.

Standing there, legs spread, short of breath from the steam, you slowly exhale as my hands caress your flesh. There is an electric storm brewing in your body, and you feel small, random tendrils of pleasure, gently whispering in your ear, like waves softly lapping the shore. This moment. Its… More “now”than most, your body even seems like the only place on Earth, and all you can think about is how much this moment makes you feel alive.

My foot thunders against the tub floor, shocking you back to reality. How long have you been away from reality? You glance down to check the noise, and see my re-posturing my body. Clumsily, I contort and twist myself until my face is at your hips, then glance at you for approval, which I find beaming readily from your expression.

Your vulva feels so good against my lips, like a forgotten extension on my own body. A familiar friend stopping by to say hello. As a slide my lips and freshly shaven face around, I slowly push my tongue out, drinking in your leftover shower water. My tongue grazes between your vulva, flicking your clitoral hood along the way. It was just a light touch, but you feel it through your whole body, emanating a single wave of bliss.

Looking down, you see me there, eyes closed, water spraying from my nose as I drown in the pleasure of your body. Reaching up, my hands encompass your breasts, slipping every finger over your nipples, with a light touch. “Fuck yes” is all you can manage to think. Words are trivial right now though, and you pause to wonder why you even thought it. As a take a second to catch my breath, your dreamer brain tries it’s best to steal you away from me. This moment is so comfortable you feel like you could live this forever, without a care in the world.

Gulping down air for the treacherous struggle I’m about to embark on, I use one arm to push your leg up farther, spreading your labia to reveal your inner beauty. Closing my eyes, I burn the image of your beautiful flower in my mind; every good explorer knows the value of a map. I push my tongue against you, running it all the way from your asshole to your clit and back. Water fills my mouth as I reach my face up into you, like a baby bird eagerly awaiting a meal from it mother, splashing around ,having g the time of my life.

Currents run through your legs, as you begin to be aware of the presence of your knees. They weaken, and you find d you have to actually concentrate to stay standing. The bliss of the moment begins to turn to chaos, as sparks begin to climb up your spine. Steam rises through your nostrils as you breath in deep, breath shaking as you exhale.

You feel as though you could live an entire lifespan without time, eyes closed, your mind retreating from your body. The loudest silence starts to rush through your ears, as you feel your neck begin to swell. Breathe out. Beathe in. Breathe out, what were you doing? Where once they saved you, your eyes now betray you as well. The darkness of reality is washed away with the blinding light of ecstasy numbs you to all but the impossible ribbons of pleasure you find yourself swimming in.

Bills, relatives, that dog that wouldn’t stop barking, that bit h that cut you off on the exit ramp, none of them exist here. You aren’t even sure you do. Enveolped in an entire universe of delight, you watch entire galaxies pass before your eyes, as the waves of pleasure crash against your shores, crippling your senses with the static of love.

Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

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