((Let me know what you think, first time writing erotica))
“Well what time will he get here John?” Sophia tried not the sigh to loudly in frustration at her landlord, his blaisse attitude to her plight was grating on her. She shouldn’t be surprised, the man was rarely concerned about what happened to his apartments unless you were late with his rent. The small apartment had come with a list of problems, but it was all she could afford at the time. Her ex boyfriend had kicked her out of their place six months ago and moved her best friend in, she should have been heart broken but after their sex life slowly dwindled and they’d had to talk instead of fuck she’d realised the man was a complete dick, all he talked about was the gym, meal preps and different protein powders. There was only one thing she missed about him. But she’d found her power shower could keep her happy a lot better than he had. Hence the reason she was feeling so pissed off her shower had stopped working this morning just as her fantasy was about to reach its climax, which only served to heighten her sexual frustration. That shower head was the most action she’d had in more months than she’d care to admit to.