The Hamper
Added 2024-08-19 06:56:21 +0000 UTCLife in the laundry basket is a still, hollow, nothingness. Time goes by but I have no idea how long it's truly been. Days? Weeks? Months? I've been here for so long it feels like I've been completely forgotten about. I could feel my mind breaking with each passing moment. I am sandwiched between two other pieces of fabric, at the bottom of the bin, the weight of the other clothes crushing me. Were any of the other clothes in this bin like me? Or am I the only one? I've started to crave being worn. It's all I want. To be pulled up his strong legs and feel his penis stretch me out. I can hardly believe that's what I want, but everything else feels so distant. It's hard to remember my past self, but I can fervently remember his touch. Hopefully someday I'll be back on his body, but until then, in the hamper I will remain, waiting... and waiting.
