Dirty Laundry Book Novels & Stories

Which wasn't a fair description, because it was a smell I'd come to absolutely love, but it was also the only word that came to mind. First things first, I needed to get all of the cum cleaned up. A mop would have been ideal, but it was stored in an upstairs closet and that was the last place in the house I wanted to be making any noise in. So, instead, I hurried to the laundry room next to the garage to see what options there might be. Fortunately, I'd done a load of my clothes earlier in the day and hadn't brought them upstairs yet. Grabbing a handful of shirts, I hurried back and used them like rags to begin cleaning up. While I worked, Elayne remained on top of the table, sprawled out an

CHAPTER 2: COVERED IN DADDY'S CUM LAURA I’d lost count of how many times I’d come. My body was a traitor, clenching around the plugs, milking them as they fucked me senseless. Each orgasm ripped through me, leaving me shaking, sobbing, but they kept coming, one after another, until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

We all met up in Zahra’s room since she was the only one who didn’t care if someone ate on the bed, while the rest of us hated even the littlest bit of dirt on our sheets. “So, what’s this new piece of gossip that’s got you so excited,” Our family dynamics were pretty simple to understand, Henrik and Ava preferred to seduce and steal, while Zahra and I preferred to do the dirty and logical work, neither team told the other what to do or how to do it and perhaps that’s why we all worked so well together.

Ivy It lasted longer than I wanted. When it finally eased, I just stood there panting, fingers still inside, sticky and warm. The shame crashed in right after. What the hell was I doing? Getting off in some p**n studio after getting basically kidnapped? Thinking about Daniel while Jax talked dirty through the door? I pulled my hand out slow, wiped it on my pants, and yanked the hoodie down. My face felt hot. Eyes stung a little. I unlocked the door it wasn’t even locked right, just pulled shut and shoved it open.

“You’re disgusting.” By the time they were finished with me, I was covered in cum—my face, my hair, my chest, my cunt, my ass. There wasn’t an inch of me that wasn’t sticky with their release. My panties were soaked through, clinging to my skin in a way that made me squirm. But I didn’t dare complain. I just sat there, pratically naked and trembling, as they buttoned up their shirts and adjusted their ties. “Get cleaned up,” Mr. Thompson ordered, though there was nowhere for me to clean myself. “We’re getting back to work.”

Damn this house is huge I muttered to myself. Finally reaching the end of the hall, I walked through a door and saw that it was the laundry room. Placing the sheets along with my clothes and his from last night inside the machine, I started it and left, allowing the clothes and the sheets to wash. Walking back down the hall I stopped at his library and walked inside, scrolling through his library collection, I found out that most of his books were on submission and dominance. I wasn't surprised because he had struck me as that type, the way that he took control of my body last night, dominating me, handling me just the way I liked to be handled. Taking out a book titled “Controlling Her Ever

“Claire. Mom, let me introduce you to my cousin Miss. Sylvia Elon. She will be employed at the Elon Trust company tomorrow and will stay this evening until I arrange her lodging. I’ll let you all get acquainted as I place my sister’s luggage in her room.” Blake then left and went into Claire’s room with Tabitha’s luggage. He then made his way into the bathroom and was shocked at the condition it was left in. Makeup and womanly materials were just discarded around the bathroom. Making his way into the laundry room, he was met with a pile of dirty clothing. ‘How can two women have so much laundry in two days?’ thought Blake before entering the kitchen. Dirty dishes were still in the sink and w

I should do some work at home, even if I’m poor I can’t be dirty, my sheets need to be cleaned, I sweat too much last night, I hate nightmares, they ruin my night, day, and the next morning I’m always feeling all weird and off. I went first to my bedroom and stripped the bed, I didn’t own a washing machine, but the building offers a shared laundry facility one of the good parts of this building, I also got my clothes, I don’t mind mixing everything, it’s much cheaper than doing multiple washes, although not preferable. I took everything down, placed them all together and started washing, I only do washing once every week, I don’t have enough clothes to go for more than one week, so I always

My dress became dirty because of the dust and dirt. After spending half of the day cleaning the library I was finally done. Everything looked perfect. There were maids in this house. Why didn’t Dey clean the library everyday was quite surprising. I went back to the room to shower. I got into the shower and let the droplets of water fall on my body to cleanse every dirt on my skin. After taking my bath, I dried myself up and wore a bum short t-shirt that rose brought from me. After cleaning myself up I walked out of my room. I had no idea where Damian’s office was. I needed to get used to this place in case I wanted to escape again. It would be easy for me to move around.

It had been a horrible week for Emma but the bleeding was finally done with and even though she was not in the right mental state to get back to work, she had run out of all excuses. She grabbed a bucket and her cleaning towels and began heading down the stairs, keeping her free hand on the railings. Whatever Carol had given to her had been very effective, but also possibly very dangerous. She still felt dizzy, and she still felt the jolting pain occasionally, it was as if her insides were burning.