Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

The air was thick, humid, and ripe with the stink of twenty dudes who’d just come from classes. I yanked my locker open and started stripping down, tossing my shirt aside. Most of the team was already naked or damn almost naked, towels barely hanging on, dicks swinging freely while they joked and slapped each other on the back. Normally I didn’t give a shit, but today everything grated on my nerves. “Can you guys please cover yourselves?” I muttered, pulling on my practice shorts and jersey. “It’s a locker room, not a fucking nudist colony.”

Or had enough money to, you know, move out of my parents’ place. I showered in record time, thankful I shaved my legs yesterday morning before work. I was not usually an October leg-shaver, but hey, I’ll make some exceptions for girls’ nights. Unlocking the bathroom door, I clasped my towel around me desperately and darted into my room before Sussy sees me. Thank fucking God. The last thing social media needs is my vagina gracing its newsfeeds. Something else I didn’t trust my sister not to do. I pressed the button on the remote control on my desk and my TV flashed to life. Instantly I was assaulted by flashing images of Dirty J. returning back home to Santa Monica and the screaming horde of

Politics’ Dirty Games: The President ADRIANNA WALES’ POV What I hate about myself is not giving in. Not giving in even when my heart and my mind together are already bloody screaming at me what I want and how I can get it. This is all just pride talking and influencing my whole being not to give in—not to give into Matt Zamora. Whatever we have is at the fine line between perfection and chaos. Our relationship compliments both of us in all the wonderful ways, but it is also in the brink of destroying everything we have.

Piss on my body adds to the mess-droplets flying off with every movement. Hit her tits and face. Jade's eyes are half-closed. mouth open. I lean down, my wet chest sliding over her breasts, rubbing my piss-skin all over her. She arches up, Rubbing against it, loving the filth. I quicken my pace, pounding into her harder. Her pussy clenches, Milking my cock. I can feel her getting wetter, juices flowing out around me. mixing with what's left of her piss.

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.

' she fumed internally. Last night's bed sheets were a mess, and being the neat freak he is, Zach had replaced them. Madelyn bundled up the dirty ones, ready to trash them, but paused. 'What if someone notice?' She did not need that kind of talk around her. She scrubbed out the stains until they were barely noticeable and then, confident no one would spot them, tossed them in the garbage. Margaret walked in. "Hey, I'm here for the laundry." "Just grab what you need. Where are my father and Zach, by the way?"

He asked, chuckling as he stepped in. Barbara and I sometimes quarrel because she was a clumsy mother of toodlers and I was a neat freak. Jenna oftten complained about it but I didn't care, I had an obsession with cleanliness which I didn't know why. I just felt that being clean was better. “Nah, although she spilled coffee on my shirt which I think she did on purpose now I'm all restless cause I can't get the stain off.” I sighed, sighting the brown shade in the corner of my shirt.

The Transformation The cleaning of the flat was more than just a chore; it was a ritual of purging the past. They started with the windows, scrubbing away years of city grime until the glass was clear enough to let the light pour in. Zara tackled the floors on her hands and knees, her muscles aching as she scrubbed the corners, imagining she was scrubbing away every trace of the humiliation she had endured in Oakhaven.

Which was in a dumpster next to the orphanage. Adrianna sat in the shower, letting the hot water run on her body. She cried hard. Taking the sponge and soap she scrubbed until her skin was red. She felt dirty. She needed to wash away the sin she had committed. She could not stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks.

Chapter 046 SEBASTIAN I returned from the laundry room carrying the basket filled with Adrian and Darius's clothes. My arms ached from the hours I had spent scrubbing, wringing, and hanging the garments to dry before folding them carefully. Adrian's clothes had been particularly difficult. They were so dirty, stained with substances I could not quite identify. His white shirt especially had traces of red that were so hard to wash that I had to stay extra long in the laundry room, scrubbing the fabric until my knuckles were raw.