The warmth of the water washes over us as we enjoy an indulgent shower where cleanliness is the last of either of our thoughts. Pools of water between my cleavage and his strong chest when we pull close for kisses. Droplets of water cling to our bodies, emphasizing curves and bulges. Rivulets running along every crack, every line where a prominent vein sticks out.
As with all indulgent showers, I feel calm and relaxed. All of my anxieties, the deadlines from work, the things I should do around the house, the bills I should pay, the friends I should call more often… all of it falls away as this sensual shared experiences overpowers all of them. The way the shower always overpowers the world feels so similar to the way _he_ can overpower _me_ when he needs to take control away from me, when he can see that I’m struggling to let it all go the way I want to.
I don’t know how long we’ve been grinning at each other, nipping, licking, touching, kissing, biting, grabbing… I do know that I am done with everything else in the universe other than this man and this moment. Ecstasy requires a clear mind, and I require the blissful orgasmic oblivion that such a dominant lover brings.
A long, drawn out kiss, followed by a pause and then his mouth erupts into that devilish grin that drew me to him in the first place.
“Wanna know a secret…?” he purrs into my ear, his hard cock pressing into my stomach, making me feel an intense need to have him inside of me again.
“Mmmmmhhhmmm… Well…”, I purr back, breath heavy with desire, hands savoring every inch of his work-chiseled body.
I raise my eyebrow and grin back, my eyes filled with a playful challenge, “Won’t be much of a secret once you tell me, will it?”
He grins, kisses me again, and destroys my brain by hitting all of my easy erogenous zones. Tongue lapping up the water running down my neck, biting my earlobe, teeth dragging gently along the top of my shoulder. My knees buckle, I moan, he puts his knee between mine, thigh pressing me into the shower wall.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows exactly how much this mulches all of my thoughts. He doesn’t do it because he likes to see me stupid and unresponsive, he does it because he likes to see what he’s capable of doing to me. _For_ me. How much pleasure he can give through such simple touches. How aroused he makes me, and how desperate for more I always am. How well-behaved and obedient I become when I know what good behaviour will earn me.
His kisses slow while his tender touches relent enough for me to catch my breath. My heart rate starts to even out, and my eyes flutter open. I feel a slight blush spread over my cheeks as I take him in, a sexy sight to behold, and one that I am still incredulously unaccustomed to. Never in my wildest fantasies would I think I could land a gorgeous partner like him. And yet here we are, unable to stop fucking each other for hours on end.
He grins again, glad to see my eyes open, knowing that this means I’m lucid enough to understand the full weight of the words he’s about to say.
He runs a gentle finger along my jawline, and then whispers in my ear, pausing for emphasis and appreciative kisses between words.
“I… (*kiss*)
like fucking _you_… (*kiss*)
much more… (*kiss*)
than I like fucking… (*kiss*)
my girlfriend”, he says, ending with a lusty, smug grin.
I grin back, and bite my lip to stifle my stupid smile, trying to play the role of confident seductress.
“Mmmhhhmmm… I *bet* you do…”, I say as I run a hand across his tight ass, boldly pulling his hips into me, a not-so-subtle hint that I want him to fuck me again.
He attacks my ear with his tongue and chuckles as I instantly drop back into the overstimulated submissive state that comes with such intense acts.
The shower wall behind me holds some of my weight, he thigh is still between mine to catch the rest of me, to keep me upright. If I was coherent again I would be laughing or grinning like a proud idiot. Idle flattery or not, it’s nice to be told I’m desirable and a really good lay after the years I spent stuck in a relationship where sex seemed like a chore for my then-partner.
I let the past stay in the past, and come back to the present just as he guides my hips with his hands, repositioning me so that I’m facing away from him. I brace myself against the wall with my arms as I bend even deeper to give him a better angle. With my gaze pointed at my feet, I see him squat slightly and then I feel him press into me. That moment of penetration incomparably sublime.
I moan and arch my back as he grips my hips and begins thrusting. Lust drives us both, grunting and groaning into each other, water still pouring over us. We’ve lost track of all time, and we carry on fucking and kissing, sucking and seducing each other for far longer than we probably should have, if we were being responsible.
Then again, we knew this was going to be an indulgent shower… they always are, with us.
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Author’s note:
These details are as I vaguely remember them, though I will admit that my brain can get pretty fucking stupid when we fuck for hours, as we tend to do. Part of it is that I squirt so much I’m basically slowly dessicating myself. Dehydration is a bitch.
I also have an unconscious habit of holding my breath when I cum for the duration of the orgasm, and when he fucks me clean through the orgasm I can get quite dizzy unintentionally.
My point is, the moment happened, it may not have happened exactly this way, beat for beat. But writing this left me with the same feeling of “True or not, I fucking love how he’s pandering to my whorish exhibitionist ego” that I felt in the first place, so I feel like it is an accurate representation of the effect the entire shower had on me.
I live in a conservative area, I’m on the chubby end of the “curvy” spectrum, and I’m a screamer of a switch, both aggressively forward and quietly submissive I have a filthy fucking mouth, “astounding” amounts of squirt, and an almost never-ending ability to cum again – “incessant”, in his words. It can be tricky to find men that appreciate the many conflicting things that I am behind closed doors. I have had Doms block me when I get overly horny and send them too many aggressively horny messages. So, finding someone who not only sees me and isn’t freaked out by it, but also fucks like an absolute champion and seems similarly incapable of running out of desire for me is a real milestone.
In the few weeks that we’ve been at it I’ve already racked up a few stories that feel compelling enough to put into words, so I may post more of these as we continue to fuck each other like unstoppable rabbits. Or, I may run out of time for creative pursuits and end up spending all of my time fucking. Either way, I think it is going to be a really excellent summer.
Wishing you all the best in whatever life is bringing your way right now! I hope you’re finding fun ways to play, and enjoying your own personal indulgences the way you need to.
Thanks for reading!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vjz48v/fm_an_indulgent_shower_a_secret_shared_ethical
What a beautiful story!!! Those are some life goals right there!! Nothing like two partners submitted into all the pleasure sensations that each other brings!!