A (Realistic) Take on Goof Dorm Life
It took hardly any time for their dirty clothes to be strewn across the floor, on the beds, and any other surface that it just so happened to land on.
The singer part 3
cloths in the hamper, dirty magazine in there dower, make the bed, brush his long hear, fluff his tail, put on a silver chain mail collar, and put in a soft techno cd.
The Tables Turned: Part Two
His belongings scattered on the floor; some change, smokes, a lighter, a penknife, some lock-picking tools wrapped in a dirty cloth...
Equine Confusion
Moving over to the creek downstream from the bunny i washed my dirty clothes roughly and threw them across a rock to dry as best they could. it was getting quite dark but there wasn't much i could do about that.
Fatherhood, Resurrected
dirty clothes were piled in a corner. fast food wrappers littered the floor. the sink was full of dirty dishes. the garbage bin was overflowing. the odor of dirty clothes and rotted food assaulted roger's nose. he cringed. "wow," roger muttered.
Week 5- So Many Cuddles
He gathers his dirty clothes, leaves the bathroom and goes down the hall to the laundry room. he stuffs his dirty clothes into a basket and turns around to go to the living room. he runs into joel as he enters the room. "did you get a shower?"
De-Evolution - NaNo Day 11
He came back and put her clothes down near the door to the bathroom, and his beside them, then he went back, poured the hot water into the wash tub, and dropped the dirty clothes into it, and began scrubbing.
High school through my eyes: Pt. 4
In an act of grace he dropped his boxers and kicked them up in the air, snatching them on their way up and throwing them into his dirty-clothed hamper. as he was about to close the door he heard his doorbell rang.
Stomach Aches / Chapter Two: Newfound glory
Everett walks over to his dirty clothes hamper, tossing his clothes from the night before into it, and then setting the wet towel on top of them. he turns to gerard, "it's a confidence thing, you know? i don't get out much- i tend to recluse..
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Forty Eight
There was a mattress lying on the floor beside a pile of dirty clothes. a small dresser in the corner probably held all the rest of the clothes he owned. there wasn't a closet, just a window looking out into the backyard.
Stress Relief.
Kicking the clothing away from him and off the bed, he slipped his shirt off, chucking it absently toward his dirty clothes hamper. his sheath was already slightly swollen, the bright red tip of his erection poking eagerly from its confines.
A Less Than Lonely Shower
"now get those dirty clothes off and get in there." lyra said to him with a rather sweet smile, but there was something he noticed right away. she hadn't made any move towards the door behind him.