My shower is the best part of my day. I love to feel the water sluicing down my body, clean and piping hot: It relaxes me in the best possible way. I’ve been known t stay in there for nearly an hour before I turn in at night to the exasperation of my family and, later, my roommates. I’ve been called out on it – actually, it might have been why my last roommate left – but I won’t give it up. Like I said, it’s the best part of my day. And a few weeks ago, things got even better.
You see, there’s an orangish yellow something growing on the in a little pot I keep on the wall of my bathtub. It was the size of a penny when I first noticed it growing where my philodendron used to grow before my completely non-green thumb killed it. I thought maybe it was some kind of mold or lichen. The funny thing is that I couldn’t move the pot, as though whatever it was had crown through the soil and out of the bottom, affixing itself to the porcelain. By the time I gave up on trying to move it, it was about as big as my palm. I resolved to bring it to the attention of my landlord once I had the time, and leave it to the professionals.
Between one thing and the next, however, I never got around to mentioning it to anyone, aside from a few colleagues at work – I’m fresh out of college and on my first job – when I was bursting with frustration one lunch break. So the thing stayed in my pot, seemingly harmless. It stopped growing when it was just a little larger than my hand with the fingers outstretched. By that time, it had been there for so long that it was just part of the scenery, so to speak. I stripped, bathed, and brushed my teeth in the bathroom without giving it more than a passing glance until it moved.
Now, I touch myself in the shower sometimes. It’s not something I advertise, but sometimes a girl just needs some form of release after a long day. Other times, nothing but a good, drawn out orgasm will do to help me get to sleep. The bath’s the perfect place to do it, after all: you don’t have to worry about creaming the sheets or your underwear, and everything just washes away with the water. Anyway, the first time the thing moved, I was so achingly horny that the first thing I did after the water warmed up was put my fingers on my clit and rub. I was so occupied with trying to get myself off that I didn’t even notice that the thing in the pot had sprouted tentacles until it had me pinned under the showerhead with one thick, ribbed appendage shoved deep into my pussy alongside my fingers.