I knew a girl, that had a laundry fetish.
If we went to the grocery store,
she would always wander off, I would
find her sniffing laundry detergent,
and fabric softeners. I once watched
her do this for like twenty minutes.
It was the craziest thing I had ever
seen. When she saw me walking
toward her, a look of panic and guilt
crossed her face.
I told her I had a poor sense of smell,
and asked if she would pick the best
detergent for me.
Her face lit up immediately,
she appeared weak in the knees.
She had that look on her face
that said,
“cool, you’re into this too”.
(you all know exactly which
look I’m talking about)
She opened bottle after bottle,
closing her eyes as she drew
the scent in her nose.
she gave in depth details,
reminiscent of a wine tasting.
It was really hot actually,
she was getting so turned on.
I have never been to her house,
when the washer and dryer were
not running.
She would always try to start
a load of laundry prior to having sex.
She has stopped in the middle of sex
to put clothes in the dryer.
I have seen her take clothes off hangers
and out of drawers and throw them
in a laundry basket,
and then put them in the washing machine.
She would always ask me if I had any
laundry she could home with her to wash.
Fuck, I miss her.
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