Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

They said that because the dirt adheres so tightly, you must clean it manually, which means rubbing it with your hand. "I told you we'd do the washing," Brenda stated. "I also told you I could handle it; you're already doing a lot, and I don't want to add to your burden." I can't deny that doing laundry is difficult, especially when it's as nasty as Prince's football shirt, but I did it, and with the help of the maids, I got Prince's shirt back to its original look. I couldn't wait to go back to Prince's room and see his reaction.

Sandra said pointing at me with her index finger. I did it, I clean the table, taking the dirty dishes and bowls to the kitchen to wash them. "When you are done with the dishes, I have some dirty clothes which need to wash, hand washed." I heard Sandra say in the dining room "sure I'll do that." I replied. Done with the dishes, I went to her room with a basket on my waist full of dirty clothes, I went to the back. "Where is that bucket?" I ask myself, I went to the general bathroom, took three buckets, fill them with water. I wash the dresses, I wonder if the heavens have a problem with me or something, the sun is scorching hot, and I could feel the sweat on my back, chest, forehead, my leg,

abruptly, and his face turned black. It seemed that they were in a crisis of trust. "You idiot, if you want to monopolize me, you can say it directly. You don't need to be jealous." He used a teasing tone to cover up his ridicule and dissatisfaction with her. As soon as he finished his words, Sonia got up in a hurry, put her hands on her hips, glared at him and said angrily, "I'm not interested in you at all. I'm a neat freak. I hate it when you touch another woman and then come to touch me. Don't touch me again. You are dirty!" "So I should keep my integrity for you?" He turned around, with his head resting on one hand, and looked at her playfully. "It is a clean living. If you go out and

She laughs throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands. "You know what? Fucking Screw this shit!....he wants clean laundry? he'll have clean laundry!" I get up, grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark-colored, but mainly, business attire. I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang it to dry. Now, to wait for his reaction!

"That's why you squirted twice and begged me to breed you. That's why your pussy is still twitching." "That was—I was stuck—I couldn't help—" "Save it, little sis." He stands, tucking himself back into his jeans like nothing happened. "There's laundry to fold. Better get to it." He walks out of the laundry room, leaving me on the floor, covered in cum and shame. It takes me twenty minutes to stop shaking. Another ten to peel myself off the floor. The washing machine has a puddle inside the drum. The floor is a disaster. I'm going to have to clean all of this before anyone gets home.

“What happened?” I pursed my lips. “The washing machine is possessed. I think it’s one of those demons our parents let out.” Jude folded his tatted arms over his chest and fixed me with a knowing stare. “Nice try, but demons can’t possess inanimate objects. What did you do?” “Alright fine,” I threw my hands up. “I enchanted the damn thing. It worked well enough in class. Blame Kimberly! She’s the one with seven piles of dirty laundry. I mean, who the fuck owns that many clothes?”

I ran the tap and squirted some soap onto the fabric, watching as the water turned pink. "Stupid top," I grumbled, scrubbing at the stain. "Stupid Madison and her stupid drink." The silk felt delicate under my fingers, already showing signs of damage from my rough handling. After a few minutes, I gave up and hung it over the shower rod to dry. Maybe the dry cleaner could salvage it. "Another casualty of the Carter drama," I muttered, padding barefoot to my bedroom.

Ava, Fiora, and Isolde followed after her, with smiles on their faces. And I was left kneeling, soaked and hungry. “Get up and move before I strike this bat across your back!” My shoulders raised and fell as I forced myself to stand and dragged my feet down the hall until I reached the laundry room. The odour struck me immediately, a blend of sweat, dirt, and something far worse. I could hardly catch my breath. Clothes were piled everywhere. Mountains of them, stacked almost to the windows. Most were stained, some ripped, all filthy.

Chance Saturday. Peaceful day. Well... until I almost died fixing my curtains. "AND IIIIIIIIIII- " I sang The curtain rod slipped from my hand. "WILL ALWAYS LOVE- OH SHIT" I lost my balance immediately and fell straight off my bed with a painful thud. Silence. I stayed flat on the floor staring at my ceiling fan. "...Fantastic." The song kept playing loudly in the background while my back screamed at me. I hate cleaning. But I had to, seeing as mom picked up another double shift at the hospital today. Meaning I had the house to myself.

She chose to continue the work that was still unfinished, there was still a lot of work piled up to be done by Riana. Like washing clothes, there was a basin full of clothes soaking in the bathroom. Mayang never allowed Riana to wash with the washing machine, the washing machine was used to dry the clothes only. Because Mayang felt that washing there was never clean and wasted electricity, so Mayang always suggested scrubbing manually. "Ugh! My waist feels like it's going to fall off," Riana complained as she gently massaged the sore spot. However, she continued scrubbing the clothes that still had a lot left, because she had to make sure there wasn't a single stain on them.