Dirty Laundry Song Novels & Stories

I said while I continued to fuck her. "Oh yes Mr Matthews, I want your cum, please, fill me with your cum," she begged me, her words punctuated with her moans of a towel, mopping the cum that was already oozing out of her stretched pussy. "Quick Cindy, we must clean up," I said, pointing to the clock when she looked around.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

I belong to the trashes and that's why. I'm just a broken equipment which is too hard to recycle that's why all of them who tried to fix me quit on me. I just tried to fix them and everything too. Their loads left in pieces. Why can't they do the same to me? I need saving too. I moved moved my finger and tilted my head. My throat feels dry. I groaned but I heard no sounds. "And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow..." My mouth parted when I heard a familiar voice singing my favorite song. "You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, And I don't wanna go home right now."

The rest of us took her lead and seated ourselves around the basement, Jonie and Mitch together on the couch with the rest of us finding chairs. “I’m not exactly sure. Whatever it was had to do with their personal dirt.” “Personal dirt?” “When the Dirt blows in, it brings with it everybody’s personal dirt.” “What do you mean?” “Those things in our lives that we’d like to stay buried, forgotten, in other words, our personal dirt. Here’s mine.” She went over to the computer and jiggled the mouse, dismissing the screensaver. Underneath the screensaver was the F******k page of a man in his late forties.

Jonny has a brief chat with him before the DJ is signaled. As Liam starts to sing, Jonny reaches down off the stage and lifts Loyalty right up onto it with them by her hand, shocking everyone. He then pulls her into a grind with him before he starts to sing, “lil' baby in her bag, in her Birkin. No nine to five put the work in. Flaws and all, I love 'em all. To me, you're perfect! Baby girl, you got it, girl, you got it, girl. You got it, girl, you got it, girl! I don't wanna play no games, play no games. Fuck around, give you my last name. Know you tired of the same damn thing. That's okay 'cause baby, you-“.

This song is my jam. I take my clothes off and drop them into my dirty clothes hamper before I walk over to the bathroom, opening the door. “If our love was just a circus you'd be a clown by now... Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did.. looking like a true survivor.. feeling like a little kid..”

"Feel how deep I am? I'm in the mess they made. And I'm going to add to it. You're going to carry all of us home tonight." I whimper behind his hand, while my nails dig into his back. He starts to move in long strokes that pull all the way back and push all the way in. Every re-entry makes a wet, filthy squelch that the water doesn't hide. The cum of two men froths around his cock, leaking out of me, clouding the water between us. "Dirty girl," he says. "Stuffed full and still wanting more. Still squeezing me like you weren’t just fucked."

> "No, I think you're... a dirty little secret." The words of the song mirrored our reality so perfectly it was terrifying. He was singing to me, telling me through the music that he wanted to rip down the walls of my double life, that he wanted to change the cruel destiny that kept pushing us apart. Then, his fingers seamlessly shifted the tempo, sliding into a gorgeous, stripped-down minor key. The acoustic rhythm of "Intentions" stripped away all our armor. My voice joined his, blending into a breathless, tight harmony that made the very air in the studio become thick with unspoken attraction.

It was one of her favorite songs, and it soothed her whenever she was tense, so she hoped it would have the same effect then. As she bummed the first notes of the song, she squeezed out the shirt to get rid of any excess water. She knew he had a washing machine in his quarters but wanted her to wash it as punishment, so she set it into the machine, turned on the dryer and let it get to work.

They are so clear and bouncy in my mind that sometimes it still scares me. Sighing, I close my eyes as I hear him thinking about some romance story. ‘Oh, he would have treated her so much better,’ I hear him sniff to himself. You have to be kidding me. I reopen my eyes, rolling my shoulders before I knock on the door. Clenching my eyes back closed, I regret my decision to even come here instantly as his hectic thoughts scream at me through the door. “No need to try to clean your mess…I know that you are stuffing those dirty clothes under your couch pillow,” I whisper to myself, shaking my head. “Don’t do it…Don’t do it…”