Dirty Laundry Song 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.

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!

I'm stroking myself so slowly it's almost painful just so I can cum with you. LonelyGirl: Every nerve in my body is on fire. When our eyes met today I almost came right there and then. LimberJack: Were you wet? LonelyGirl: Soaked. LimberJack: Good to know. Next time I want you to slip them off and give them to me. LonelyGirl: You want my dirty underwear?

I don't say a word as I move into the room, lock the door, and head into the bathroom. In the bathroom, I take off the towel and his jacket and stare at myself in the mirror. I see my appearance clearly, and the image staring back at me makes me blush. My white singlet is now transparent from being soaked by the rain, exposing my nakedness. You can literally see my breasts, the shape of my nipples, and even their pinkness. I get it now. This is why the security guards were staring at me earlier. Fuck. And the worst part is that Rory's father also saw this part of me.

He responds likewise then returns to his typical grim expression. Thank God for these kinds of distractions! At least I don’t need to fuck anyone to get this off my system. Well, not that kind of fucking at the very least… The Rube accelerates as the song "Heart Upon My Sleeve" by Imagine Dragon and Avicii plays loudly on his car stereo. As the music start to pound his senses, he burries all his emotions deep inside himself to prepare for his latest mission.

I stood, feeling faintly dizzy and weighed down with slight exhaustion as I headed to the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I was used to the black, evil eyes of the girl in the mirror and we stared at each other, mirroring each move. I touched the tip of my hair, feeling it up to the middle and silently wishing as always that it was longer and fuller, just like Molly's. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, the girl doing the same too and picked my toothbrush. I was in the middle of scrubbing my tongue when Lady Gaga's just dance, my new ringtone blared from the room. I had been scrolling through my playlist at work yesterday with Blake and had randomly picked it as my new ringtone.

"Pull them back up! Right now!" "Holy flying fuck." He sounds genuinely stunned, his hands freezing on my hips. "You're not wearing underwear." I want to die. I want the washing machine to swallow me whole and digest me and spit out my bones. "I was doing LAUNDRY. All my underwear was IN THE WASH."

Jordan Miller ~•~ "I'm… gonna swinggggg from the chandelier, from the chandelier!" I watched Catherine slide on the ground, her knees scraping the floor as she sang her heart out. "I'm… gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist, like it doesn't exist."

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.

I just want to get away from everyone. I don't want to hear the sound of the sultry music filling the air. I want to block out the laughs and yells from the patrons who keep this place alive. Their souls are already burning in hell, but why are we the ones suffering for their sins? I stripped off all the offensive clothes I was wearing, if they could even be considered clothes. Then I stood under the shower, not minding the biting cold water. I feel so dirty. I am dirty. The sad thing is, no amount of soap can ever clean me. I will forever be stained. Sullied...