I was getting dry after my shower when husband came in to the bathroom – to get something out of the cupboard. I looked at him and smiled.
Feeling a bit frisky I slipped one shoulder out of the towel and looked at him coyly, then followed it with the other. I allowed the fabric to drop tantalisingly over the top of my breasts, slowly revealing my nipples. He looked at me appreciatively as the towel slithered to the floor, and licked his lips – then his expression changed. Was it lust? Was it admiration? Was it awe?
He opened his mouth to speak the immortal words that every wife longs to hear…
“You’ve got a long hair growing out from the side of your left nipple.”
So, shower puffs? I’m all for them. They make the shower gel lather up beautifully.
Shower puffs with a hanging loop attached? Great. Means they hang up over the shower controls.
Shower puffs with a hanging loop, and a suction cup attached? WHAT?? It means you can stick it to the wall – fab in principle, bonkers in practice.
Every time you swing the shower puff round to a different part of your body, the suction cup randomly attaches itself to the nearest wall. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve moved it through my legs, and then tried to bring it back only to discover it’s stuck to the rear wall.
Knocking my forehead on the soap dish, as my arm jerks with the shower puff’s refusal to move, is now a daily occurrence.
And don’t get me started on trying to pick it up from the floor…