Loads of Attraction: The Laundry Mat Encounter
A quiet man’s laundry day ritual takes a steamy turn when a golden-haired stranger walks in—and changes everything.
Over the next few weeks, I’m sharing a collection of micro-erotica—stories I’ve started but never finished.
Your mission is simple: heart your favorites. The ones that spark the most interest will grow into standalone stories or entire series.
The laundry room was quiet, just the rhythmic hum of machines filling the space. I was halfway through folding a fresh stack of towels, my mind lost in the smooth cadence of my favorite erotic podcast. Something about second chances and unexpected connections—it had a way of tugging at my desires… daydreams of my dream man.
The room had that comforting warmth from dryers running on full blast, but it wasn’t enough to stop me from drifting deeper into my head. Folding laundry was a ritual, one I enjoyed alone. Predictable. Steady. Simple.
Until it wasn’t.
A deep, soothing voice cut through the haze of my daydream. “I’ve been watching you.”