Rain shimmered over Brisbane, but another kind of shimmer played across Nina’s bare back as she showered in a Forest Lake cubicle. Mitchell watched from outside, directing her like a film director orchestrating a scene.
“Do it again,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Rewash your hair.”
“But it’s already clean,” she blinked through the spray.
“I don’t care. Do it again.”
With a playful smirk, Nina complied, working shampoo through her hair until it frothed into a thick, white turban. Foam dripped slowly to the floor.
“Come closer,” Mitchell said, voice low.
She stepped forward.
“No—turn around. Show me your back.”
She turned, gave her hips a wiggle, and asked, “Now what?”
“Stand up straight. Hands out of your hair. You look ridiculous.”
“Hey, no need to be rude.”
“Quiet. Just hold still,” he muttered, eyes locked on the rivulets of foam tracing her skin.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“Foam. It’s sliding—slowly.”
She tilted her head. “Where’s it going?”
“Places,” Mitchell murmured. “Bend over.”
“What?”
“Now!”
Startled, Nina obeyed, placing her hands on the tiles, parting her legs as instructed. The foam found its path between her thighs.
Later, Mitchell would tell Tony, “I told her what to do and she did it!”
“You were aroused?” Tony asked.
[from SEETHINGS, downloadable and free for a limited time].
I wanted to write a steamy sex scene that defied the usual tropes by keeping the lovers physically apart. Instead of giving readers the expected intimacy, I placed a glass shower screen between them—a rigid, cold barrier that maintains tension and heightens the voyeuristic effect. It allowed me to explore power dynamics, anticipation, and desire without the act of sex ever occurring. The glass became a metaphor for distance—not just physical, but emotional. The reader, like Mitchell, becomes a watcher, held back, aching for connection.
This short version captures the essence of that tension, but the full scene is woven into my novel SEETHINGS, where the psychological layers go even deeper. I wanted to challenge the idea that heat in a story requires contact. Sometimes, restraint is far more provocative. The real spark is in what’s withheld, not what’s given. That’s where the real story lies—just out of reach, behind the glass.
-M (Author of SEETHINGS, downloadable and free for a limited time)
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