🚿 🫂 May I Join You? 🫂 🚿 (F4A) (Gentle GF Joins You in the Shower) (You've Had a Long Day) (Hugging & Washing You)

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Darling? Darling? Hello.

It's been one of those days, one of those days where you come home, say I love you, and then head straight upstairs to the shower where you stay for approximately 30 to 40 minutes? Well, if Mohammed won't come to the mountain, may I join? Well, one, because I want to, and two, it might be fun.

And also, who doesn't love a shower before an early bedtime? Move over, please. Is one burnt out? One can tell.

I am hugging you and hopefully recharging you some, because you're wonderful and you deserve nothing less. And you have a really cute tummy. And shoulder blades.

Back. Essentially every part of you, but I gave it back to you. Oh, my baby.

You look absolutely white. Let me wash you. Oh, you make me laugh.

Because every time I do something nice for you, you go, oh, you don't have to. It's like that's, it's never a question of have to, it's I want to. Shush.

Turn around. Because somebody needs their back scrubbed. Oh, my baby.

Oh, my baby. Is that too rough? Are you sure? Okay.

Don't laugh at me when I say this. You have such a pretty back. Stop it.

Oi. I said don't laugh. Well, you do.

It's not my fault you have a pretty back. I don't know. It's just a nice shape.

It's like it's strong, but it's soft. Feels nice to lay against. And you know, ever since I've been using that body scrub on you, you have had less and less pimples.

Your surface skin. Clean and clear and under control. Instead of tired, shattered and absolutely burnt out.

I know that might be what you're feeling. I'm sorry. Arms up.

Oh, don't be silly. How many times have I cleaned you under your arms? And your feet? And every other part of you that's fine? Let me do your collarbone.

Need more soap. Maybe all shiny once I'm done with you. Where's this scratch come from? Right there.

It's you. You're doing it in your sleep again. Darling, I'm not annoyed with you.

I just worry. Because you stress too much and then you take it out on yourself. And I understand why you're stressed.

It's stressful life and a stressful world, but please, just try. I don't know. Try to breathe.

Try to remember it's not the end of the world if you don't do everything perfectly. And I know that's coming from me. But try to learn from my mistakes too.

I'll get you some chamomile lotion for that when we get out. Okay. What do you think I'm doing? I'm giving these poor shoulders the attention they need.

Oh, poor baby. Can you feel all the knots? You are overworked and in need of a serious MOT.

Oh, you poor neck. Can you feel it? I'm going to have to get you a neck brace.

I'm okay. Mainly just worried about you. Cause it's my job and I'm very good at it.

Leave me alone. Oh, good. I actually finished work early.

No major hiccups and it's all relatively easy this week. We shall see what next week holds in store. Probably undo all this peacefulness, but hey-ho.

That's feeling a bit better. You're fine. Because you are.

You act like the most basic of kindnesses. It's like, oh, it's the holy grail. She treats me so well.

It's like, uh, she was just your girlfriend. No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm not saying take me for granted or be ungrateful.

I'm just saying you don't have to act like what an angel. I'm all right. Oh, whatever.

I only do this because I'm a worrywart, you know, and I love you and I care about you well-being. And that's basically the only reason. Otherwise I don't really give a shit.

That's exactly how I roll. Why are you hugging me? You're interfering with my massage.

Oh, you'll massage me? Okay. Oh, no, I said you couldn't.

Here you go. Here's your soap. Oh, I dare you.

I absolutely dare you. Go nuts and suds me up. What? What about my shoulders? Well, they're not that tense.

Well, they were nowhere near as tense as yours. So how about that? That feels really nice, actually.

Why are you not doing it on your own? I'm having a massage off. Steady.

Do you know how many accidents happen in the shower? I will worry, okay? I came in here to relax you, not take you to A&E.

Mm-hmm. I love you very much. Even more than hot chocolate and sleeping in bed all day and all other things I like combined.

Mm-hmm. I'm a sucker for Netflix and books and everything recreational. Let's not forget behind your ears.

You always forget them if I don't remind you. I'm sorry, work's exhausting. No, it's not my fault, but I'm still sorry.

Time for an early night, I think. Mm-hmm. Let me wash your hair first.

Come here. Take your hat back. Mm-hmm.

Complimentary scalp massage. Rinse, rinse, rinse. Let me just quickly condition it.

Shush, I know what I'm doing. I know, just the ends. You're talking through a tan, girly hair with large pores.

I understand about scalp grease. I won't put it on your roots. Of course not, I love you.

I wouldn't give you bad hair. I'm not an animal. I just want you to have lovely, shiny, soft hair for bed.

And rinse. And voila, you are clean. No, it's okay, I washed my hair yesterday.

Do not mess with a woman's hair care routine. I know what I'm doing. Come on then, let's be having you.

Uh-oh, what do you think you're doing? Reaching for your own towel when clearly you are in the midst of being pampered. With an extra fluffy towel, I might add.

Head please.