Sheena Ryder Laundry Day Lust

The steam from the washer dampened the stray hairs at her neck, making the room feel smaller, more intimate. She pulled a load of towels from the dryer, the heat radiating off them in waves, and buried her face in the soft, fragrant pile. In this small pocket of the day, there were no deadlines or expectations—just the steady beat of the spin cycle and the simple, tactile pleasure of a chore well done. or perhaps expand on the internal thoughts of the character?

Sheena Ryder - Laundry Day Lust