The Laundromat

A Sexual Fantasy

— By zoe.spinoza

There's this Laundromat on the corner of my street that hardly anyone ever uses. It has these 70s vibes to it, with all the plants, old-school gaming machines in the corner, and the surprisingly warm lighting.
I've always dreamt of going there in the middle of the night, reading a book, playing a game, trying to kill time while waiting for my laundry. And then this guy comes in; tall, handsome. We're completely alone and after some shy sideward glances I go over and we fuck. Out of boredom and curiosity, on the washing machines and on fresh piles of my laundry, both knowing that once the clothes are dry, we'll never see each other again.