photo found over at erosblog

or Why I am starting to like shower sex. A personal essay of little importance.

by jamye waxman

I have only recently begun appreciating sex in the shower. Before a time not too long ago or far away, I found sex in the shower wasteful (although that really hasn’t changed), difficult and highly uncomfortable (it can, at times, be more like slightly to moderately uncomfortable, it is after all generally standing or squatting sex, in a small, confined compartment. And if you’re not standing you may be on your knees, or your back, on a hard, possibly porcelain floor). But now, after some thought on the subject, I get really turned on by the idea of having sex in the shower. Between the water-on-skin combo and the thought of me arching my back, hands pressed against the tile, while pushing my ass out to receive his dick, I want to do it more and more.

I guess you don’t have to have sex standing against the wall with water pouring forth from above you to have hot standing sex. But I like the element of water. And truth is, I think about sex like this, sex in the shower, while I’m generally in the shower, getting all soapy.

And, if you do more than think about it, then think about this. If you can manage not to hold on to the hot and cold shower knobs to for support, you won’t unexpectedly temperature control your own fate. Although that stops mattering the more you get into it.

So next time you think about coming clean, think about shower sex. I’m just saying…