Tag: Shower

I was being super sneaky, but I also knew his routine well. There would be a moment when his hair was full of shampoo (mine, of course—since I buy the nice Aveda stuff), and he would be busy massaging it in, eyes blissfully closed. This would be my chance to strike when he was the least aware of his surroundings. Today was going to be especially ...

The glass wall of the shower is already foggy from the scalding hot water streaming down over your body. As your rinse your blonde hair a final time under the deluge of water coming from the showerhead, you barely hear the subtle click of the door opening as I enter. ...