Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

Maybe both. I started to clean the shower, singing along to a random Spotify playlist that was playing out of my Airpods. It didn’t matter how often I scrubbed the shower grout; the stale yellow colour would never sparkle or return to its pristine white. Nor would the spots of mould disappear. God, this place was a dump. Dad had sold our beautiful apartment and bought this shithole. I closed my eyes as the ammonia, and pine-scented cleaner invaded my nostrils. The sound of the washing machine dinging on my second load of laundry brought me out of my depressing reverie. After removing the salmon-pink rubber gloves I wore, I stomped out of the bathroom and proceeded to hang my clothes on the c

Xindy was the only nice person left in Atlanta; the rest of the ladies were snobbish bitches. After much effort, she managed to fetch a good amount of water from the well. When she finished, she sat quietly and observed the maids who were washing clothes. The way they washed the clothes was quite different from how laundry was done on Earth. She had never attempted to do her laundry by hand; it had always been done using a laundry machine. The only household chore she did with her hands was washing dishes. After a few minutes of watching them, she dipped the bedsheets into the water, sprinkled some detergent on them, and then pulled them out to vigorously beat the fabric with a wooden paddle

Reese decides to sleep in her office for the night. She walks down to Kat’s dressing room to take a shower. She hopes there are no cameras in the damn shower. Reese is distraught but trying to hold herself together as she steps into Kat’s shower. She stands in the hot water trying to calm down. She uses Kat’s shampoo and conditioner to wash her hair. She grabs a clean washcloth off the rack just outside of the shower and Kat’s body wash. She washes herself. She begins to cry uncontrollably. Reese sits down in the shower to let the hot water rinse away her tears.

"Monica was barely laid to rest yet, and you showed up dressed like that to see her. You stood in front of her grave and said, 'For everyone's reputation, let's just pretend nothing ever happened.' Sandra, you make me sick." For a split second, the live chat froze. Then it completely exploded. [What the hell? She cheated with the guy?] [This is too much. My brain just overheated. A wife who's a judge with a school bully boy toy? This is insane!]

Her body shook from the bliss, and he held her tightly as they both floated in ecstasy. Ingrid burst out laughing at the scene where she woke up to that Sunday morning—it was her boss, washing dirty dishes in her kitchen sink. "Sir, why are you doing the dishes?" she asked in a panic, quickly hurrying toward him. Of all the people she'd seen washing dishes, he was probably the hottest. Why? Because Noah was only wearing black boxer shorts. "I’ll take over from here," she said, standing beside him at the sink. "I’m almost done," he replied.

Their body is sinking up to their neck level. After a few hours, the water begins to become cloudy. The couple grabs their towels and quickly washes the remaining clothes that haven't been cleaned. They are almost home, carrying the basins of clean clothes when a strong downpour hits. The couple flees, and David notices that the basin he's carrying is full. Danielle gathered her parents' old clothes and added them to the wash in the streams. "You are very sweet, Honey. I just observed how quickly you washed a bunch of worn clothes. Are you sure they're all clean?" David makes a joke.

Julian finished inside Ava as the sun began to rise. By 8 a.m. we were up again, fucking in the shower one last time before we had to start cleaning. We scrubbed the house frantically — changing sheets, wiping surfaces, airing out rooms — but the scent of sex lingered faintly no matter what we did. Ava helped, but her touches never stopped. A quick finger in the laundry room. A blowjob for Oliver while I loaded the washer. By early afternoon the house looked almost normal. But we were all still buzzing, bodies marked, eyes full of shared secrets.

Especially if it's a business like ours. He gathers his whips, chains, vibrators, and knives from the bed and various areas of the floor. He takes out a rag from his bag and starts cleaning them. Oh wait, these are not the only things that need to be cleaned. He wipes his hands on one of the vintage sofa covers then takes his large-screened cellphone from one of his bag's pockets. Rube dials a number as he views his latest scarlet-soiled Picasso-like masterpiece on, under, and beside the bed.

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