Submerged Sensations: Shower Play (L)

The hot water pounded against my skin, a relentless rhythm that both soothed and electrified. It had been a particularly stressful week, filled with demanding deadlines and the constant hum of anxiety. The headache, a dull, persistent throb behind my eyes, had been the catalyst. After my evening workout, a desperate need for release, for a primal connection to my own body, seized me. The shower, usually a refuge, became an invitation to abandon inhibitions, to surrender to the pure, unadulterated pleasure of self-stimulation.

I’d only done this a handful of times before, but each experience had left me craving more, desperate to recapture that feeling of abandon. The first time, as detailed in my journal, was a revelation. The slickness of the water, the muffled sounds, the sheer vulnerability of being naked and exposed – it was intoxicating. The dildo, cool and smooth against my skin, had delivered a torrent of sensation, culminating in a violent, overwhelming orgasm that left me weak and breathless. The memory still sent shivers down my spine.

Tonight, the anticipation was palpable. I’d meticulously prepared, ensuring I was thoroughly lubricated before entering the steamy sanctuary. The scent of lavender from the shower gel hung heavy in the air, mingling with the primal aroma of my own arousal. As I stepped into the warm water, the world seemed to shrink, focusing solely on the exquisite sensations about to unfold.

This time, I decided to lean back against the shower wall, letting my body sink into the swirling currents. The water cascaded over my body, clinging to my skin, enhancing the pleasure. The dildo, already pre-lubricated, slid easily into place, a cool, firm presence against my clitoris. It wasn’t a gentle introduction; I demanded immediate satisfaction, pushing the dildo deep inside, feeling its edges graze against the sensitive folds of my vaginal walls. The heat intensified, building to a crescendo of anticipation.

I began rocking my hips, a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to stimulate my clitoris even further. The water swirled around me, carrying away the tension, amplifying the sensations. The muscles in my legs tensed, as I pushed against the shower wall, anchoring myself in place. The pressure built, a delicious torture, until finally, the dam broke. A searing wave of pleasure ripped through me, flooding my senses. My body arched in response, muscles contracting violently as I came, a guttural moan escaping my lips.

The world blurred, colors intensifying, sounds becoming distorted. My face pressed against the cool, smooth surface of the shower wall, my breasts straining against the water. The heat was almost unbearable, yet I couldn’t pull away, desperate for the sensation to continue. Each thrust of the dildo was an explosion of pleasure, a release of pent-up desire. I lost all sense of self, dissolving into the moment, surrendering completely to the exquisite agony and ecstasy. The rhythmic pounding continued, each pulse sending another wave of pleasure through my body. I felt a surge of power, a primal connection to my own sexuality. The water ran down my chest, mingling with the sweat on my skin, a testament to the intensity of the experience.

When the wave finally subsided, leaving me weak and breathless, I slowly pulled the dildo out. The cool air on my skin was a welcome relief. I looked down at my body, mesmerized by the glistening, wet flesh. The feeling of complete release, of utter abandon, lingered in the air. It was a feeling I knew I would crave again and again.

My second shower experience, as described in my journal, felt even more liberated. The muffled sounds of the shower were a blessing, allowing me to explore my pleasure without fear of interruption. Cowgirl position was my go-to, allowing me to maintain control while still experiencing a deep connection. The full bladder added a layer of urgency, forcing me to pace myself, savoring each moment. The sensation of the cock against my clit, combined with the rhythmic pounding, was an overwhelming delight. The slickness of my vaginal walls, enhanced by the warm water, only added to the intensity. I came hard, the force of my orgasm shaking the shower stall.

The third time, the anticipation was even greater. The extended period of brown bleeding had heightened my sensitivity, making me ravenous for pleasure. As I lay back in the tub, surrounded by the swirling steam, I felt a primal hunger for release. The dildo, once again my faithful companion, slid into place with ease. This time, I decided to lean forward, allowing my face to press against the shower wall, further immersing myself in the sensations. I focused on my clitoris, rubbing it vigorously while simultaneously screwing myself. The heat built slowly, deliberately, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure through my body. The rhythmic pounding continued, each pulse more intense than the last. My eyes rolled back in my head, my body completely lost in the moment. The sound of the shower water, distant and muffled, faded into the background as my senses were consumed by the pleasure. I came hard, a violent eruption of sensation that left me weak and breathless. The string of creamy wetness clinging to the dildo was a tangible reminder of the intense pleasure I had just experienced.

The fourth time was a return to form. The wide-legged stance, allowing for maximum stimulation, proved to be the perfect position. The quick release, reaching orgasm in just 45 minutes, was a blessing. I was enjoying the combination of self-stimulation and the rhythmic pounding, feeling a sense of control and pleasure. The slickness of my body, enhanced by the warm water, made each movement more intense, each thrust more satisfying. I came hard, a brief but powerful climax that left me breathless. The rushing sound in my ears, caused by the blood rushing to my head, was a sign of the intensity of the experience. The shower water, now feeling distant, seemed to wash away all traces of the outside world, leaving only the pure, unadulterated pleasure of the moment.

As I stepped out of the shower, the cool air on my skin was a welcome relief. The lingering scent of lavender clung to my skin, a reminder of the sensual experience I had just endured. The feeling of complete release, of utter abandon, permeated my body. It was a feeling I knew I would never forget. The shower, once a place of refuge, had become a portal to another world, a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure. And I, a willing participant, was more than happy to step through. The memory of the hot water, the slickness of my skin, the rhythmic pounding, the overwhelming pleasure – it was a symphony of sensations that would continue to haunt my dreams for weeks to come. The shower, my sanctuary, my escape, my place of ultimate pleasure. It had changed me, awakened something primal within me, and I knew, deep down, that I would be back for more.

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