August 24, 2007

Torn Between Two Lovers

I was visiting my faraway friend Stefan this summer, and I discovered something odd and wonderful installed in his shower. He had put in two showerheads, one on each wall.

Each had its own temperature control, and its own on-off faucet. One could opt for an ordinary, single-headed shower ... or the double headed water whammy.

Which do you suppose I chose?

I just took a regular shower. End of post.

Ah, I see you folks know me too well to believe that. Of course I was all over the Double Showerhead Suds-o-Rama of Joy!

It was rather an odd sensation to be getting it from both sides. At first I had both faucets set to the sameish temperature, and enjoyed being saturated while I was soaping. The sprays were just far enough apart, though, that I would have to move to one side or the other to get maximum coverage. If I stood still in the middle, only my thighs and calves got the full brunt of their watery loving; not bad, but not as enjoyable as a full-body spraydown. I would stand slightly to one side so that one faucet could work on my upper body, the other on the lower half. Then I felt like I was spending too much time with the first faucet, so I would have to move over and give faucet #2 a chance.

By far the best moment of this trip to Liquid Xanadu was when I changed one of the faucets to cool water, the other to hot. The conflicting sensations, melding to the perfect temperature as they met on my skin, was as close to ecstasy as I had been in days! I almost dared a pirouette, to allow a cocoon of hot-cool to coat me as I spun, but I was afraid I would fall and break a hip and have to lie on the tile soaking in hot-cool spray until the ambulance arrived. And that's not sexy.

I think I would like a double showerhead in my own house, but I also feel it is an extravagance that I cannot fully justify. Double the water use, just for some hedonistic pleasure? I think not. I am way too puritanical for that. How can I truly enjoy such behavior if, as I am being blasted from both sides, I think about the children in India, drinking the water their cattle are shitting bathing in? Even Stefan said he rarely uses the two showers, because of his feelings about water use.

So I'll stick with my boring old single showerhead. But maybe, just once in a while, I can visit Stefan and cross back over to the Dark Side. It was so wet and wonderful there.

11 comments:

Think Frustrated said...

I saw your tag as I was thinking, this sounds like a letter to Penthouse where a female is getting the ol' double stuff (I've heard.) Kudos on the pornographic description of the shower.

Osbasso said...

Excuse me, I think I need to take a cold shower right now...

jamwall said...

If you'll excuse me, I have to do some....um....maintenace..

Bill said...

That was quite ... visual. I'm thinking of redoing my bathroom sometime (when I can afford it), and now you've gone and given me ideas.

Edge said...

"It was rather an odd sensation to be getting it from both sides." - My favorite line in the post.

~Jef

miss kendra said...

i love you ever so.

Tits McGee said...

If you said anything after "It was rather an odd sensation to be getting it from both sides," then I'm afraid I missed it because I had to go run to the bedroom and rub one out.

Tits McGee said...

Hm. Just read the other comments. Clearly, I am not alone.

Pope Terry said...

Ungh... so mmuch... sexual ...inuendo.... cant cope... without making... filthy.... joke.

B.E. Earl said...

"It was rather an odd sensation to be getting it from both sides."

Sorry...didn't read much after that.

I needed to be alone.

jiggs said...

I think all of us that read this post are of one mind.