Dirty Laundry Lyrics Novels & Stories

"..I'm a educated fool with money on my mind..Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye..I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger...And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger...Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away...I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?..I'm 23 now but will I live to see 24?..The way things is going I don't know" The dragons were watching as she sang along to that part. She slowly slid her shades down and stared over at Dylan while she sang along to the next part. "Power and the money, money and the power..Minute after minute, hour after hour..Everybody's runnin', but half of them ain't lookin'..It's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's

They held me down, strapped me, dragged me. Tears poured down my face. I didn’t even fight anymore. I just kept whispering over and over. “Elena… no… not you too…” __ (Weeks later) The mop water smelled like old bleach and rust. I wrung out the dirty cloth, pushed it across the cold floor, and tried not to gag. My back ached, my hands were raw, and the silence around me was heavy. I had been doing this for months now, cleaning up other people’s mess.

He tilted his head to the side and said hoarsely, "Where are my clothes?" Dylan's voice was hoarse from the last night, he moaned and cried so hard... I shook my head, hastily pushing the hot images out of my head. “I took the hotel staff to the laundry!” Pausing for a moment, I glanced at the bed sheets under our bodies. Of course, the sheets were also changed last night. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to sleep in such a messy and sticky bed. Dylan also seemed to understand my implication. He slightly lowered his head, thoughtfully speechless.

Chapter Seventeen Nina “This is my fight song Take back my life song Prove I'm alright song My power's turned on Starting right now I'll be strong I'll play my fight song And I don't really care if nobody else believes 'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me!” My voice echoed as I hummed the uplifting lyrics of the song title “Fight Song” by Rachel Platten while I mopped the sticky floor of the dungeon using both my normal and wounded hands.

Watching him walk towards us made me feel like my head was in the clouds. “The tears threatening to drop from my ears finally dropped as I ran into his arms and threw my arms round his neck. “Babe, the clothes I washed are all extremely dirty right now.” I said sobbing. “You didn't wash them?” He asked in a questioning look in his face. “Of course I washed them.” I replied. “Then what happened to them?” He asked. “Your harem threw them on the ground and made them virtually impossible to wash.” I replied.

he insisted. "No, I have work to do. Thank you," I replied hastily, rushing out of his room and the pack house. The laundry lay just as I had left it. I got to work, tears streaming down my face as I scrubbed dirt from the clothes. I wished it were as easy to wash my life clean.

~~~ I feel so dirty, my head aching my entire body hurts, I'm tired of crying, I'm tired. I closed my eyes as the water from the shower falls on my body, I could feel the tears rising up again this time I let it fall, I need some kind of release, I need to cry. I continued scrubbing my body inflicting more injury on my already bruised body not wanting to come to a realization that it's the memories of last night that needs to be washed away.

Not big, not brave, not strategically good enough for this mission. Meanwhile, I rub five people's clothes on the rocks by the river while only my thoughts can be free. The moment of doing the laundry is as tiring as it is liberating. I'm far from the chatter of the mall, the gossip and my friends deluded by the latest news. Separated by a few meters from each other, we stay here, sitting on our own legs or crouching, scrubbing, scrubbing… The few clothes that still fit us, that are not yet broken enough to be discarded or serve another function.

The water chills my empty stomach and I yank my head up bringing my hands to my thick hair and scrub. The water rolls down from my hair and drips down my back. I splash more water onto my chesty and arms and wipe away the impurities of today. Then I dunk my clothes into the water and scrub them with a rough rock nearby. The river becomes tinted with dried blood and it’s as if I’m soiling everything I touch. For a moment a great sense of sadness fills inside me, but I quickly dismiss it. What point is there for feeling sorry for myself? Ignoring my emotions, I keep cleaning.

My pussy and ass leaked their seed, my tits were glazed, and my fingers still rubbed my swollen, cum-smeared clit in slow, filthy circles. Mr. Reynolds looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You really are a dirty young slut, aren’t you? Final dare for now, Mia. We’re going to ruin that tight 22-year-old body. You’re going to take all four of us as hard as we want, in every hole, and you’re going to thank us like the filthy little girl you are. Keep rubbing that cum-filled clit the whole time.” “Yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Ruin me.”