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@thelaundromat
I reached down, slipped my hand into her waistband for a brief second, brought my fingers to my nose, and smiled. "Perfect. You smell exactly like a woman who needs to be bent over the couch and handled like an animal." I was actually just checking if her new laundry detergent left a scent on her sweatpants, but the sheer, vulgar directness caused her vaginal walls to swell and throb so hard she let out a whimpering gasp. https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence https://patreon.com/TheMostHumble
Manuel ALVAREZ BRAVO - Tentaciones en casa de Antonio, 1970
Sitting on the couch watching a game while she did laundry. She walked past the TV wearing nothing but one of my old, stretched-out flannel shirts, unbuttoned halfway down. She stopped, bent over the laundry basket right in front of me, giving me a perfect view of everything from behind. I didn't even wait for her to stand up. Reached out, pulled her back against me, and took her right there.
The Spongy Urethral Squeeze I applied a firm, upwards pressure against the anterior wall, feeling the rich, glandular tissue swell and cushion against the weight. I told her that the more she tried to hold back the internal pulse, the harder the final contraction would hit. I was helping her carry a heavy, vibrating laundry basket against her stomach, but the moment I backed her into the washing machine and pressed my hips into her, she let out a shaky, desperate moan that had nothing to do with chores. https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence https://patreon.com/TheMostHumble
Laundry, 2018 by Heather Ihn Martin (Korean American); Watercolor on paper, 16x12 in.
We’ve spent centuries trying to scrub the "human" out of the human experience. We lather ourselves in chemicals to mask the scent of our own skin, terrified that someone might catch a whiff of the pheromones that kept our ancestors alive long enough to breed. We’ve turned a basic biological function into a social catastrophe. We aren't seeking cleanliness; we're seeking a corporate-approved vacuum. We’d rather smell like a synthetic "Mountain Spring" than the very flesh and bone that conquered the earth. The view is much clearer from over here. https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence And the air is much thinner where the masks come off. https://patreon.com/TheMostHumble
Happy Valentine's Day ♥️
Rural apartment building - by Sergey Zinoviev, Russian
Ping Dong
(a laundromat original)
She assigned a ping
For his dong
The perfect chime
Not a gong
Like Pavlov's dog
She'd hear his bell
Began to leak
Began to swell
The more he'd ping
The more she'd gush
At the laundromat
He'd make her blush
While folding towels
She felt the twitch
poured fabric softener
To stop the itch
And in the car
She'd feel his hook
Open his message
To have a look
Not safe for work
Is what she'd see
His stiff cockÂ
standing like a tree
Back at home
Clean sheets on bed
Looked at the message
Her handÂ
it led
Between her legs
Her wet pink hole
She imagined there
His upright pole
Began to rub
Made her insane
Moaned at his dick pic
Until she came
So when you ping her
Just for fun
Be careful now
you'll make her come
Some writing isn’t meant to be public. The full work is archived.
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I hope I am not meant for hell.
I do their laundry.
I do it well.
They drop a few dollars in my pail.
My sister.
Her friends.
Girls from school.
Women I have known longer than my voice has cracked.
They bring me their bags like it's nothing.
And maybe it is.
To them.
But to me
it is a silent sacrament.
Because somewhere between rinse cycle and dry heat
I stopped doing chores
and started handling relics.
I fold with care.
Not because I am holy
but because what they leave behind is.
The reason I say
the reason I fail
the reason I speak like a man about to break
is this
I find heaven when I inhale.
Not weed.
Not soap.
Not dryer sheets.
The real thing.
The scent of between a woman’s thighs
when she wasn’t ready
wasn’t thinking
wasn’t posing
just living.
Stress.
Sweat.
Skin.
Heat.
The quiet truth of the cotton seat
where her softness pressed against the world
and never once apologized.
You think I pervert.
Maybe.
You think I sin.
I do.
Because I remember.
And even now
I can say it
even my sister
yes
even hers
the cotton still damp with youth and movement
carried the smell of a womanhood that did not know it was sacred yet
and I
the one who folded it
breathed it like gospel
not because I wanted to
but because it spoke.
It said
this is softness
this is ache
this is where men return when they forget how to feel
and I felt.
Over and over.
They bring me their baskets.
I nod like I don’t know.
But I am already on my knees
surrounded by scripture
written in lace
sealed with sweat
folded in silence
left like a test
and passed every time.
You call it laundry.
I call it scentwork.
You call it routine.
I call it the only heaven I ever entered without being burned.
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If this rewired your breath
you are not alone
This was written for women who forgot
that their scent
is not shame
but prophecy
👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence
🩸 Read it again if it felt wrong in the right place
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She asked what I do for fun. I said “Imagine revenge scenarios while folding laundry.”
