Entry Title: Things That Never Happen on Laundry Day
By: Widdle Wendy

I did my laundry yesterday. Almost all of it. And I am confidant in saying no one saw any of my feminine underthings spinning in the drier. No blonde in heels came up to me and said, "So, does this little sissyfag like to wear panties?" I didn't stammer and attempt to deny anything, and I wasn't then browbeaten into following the woman into her car. I certainly wasn't taken to her isolated mansion, stripped, shaved, and fitted with a chastity lock. I wasn't then dressed in a maids uniform and used as a household servant by this independently wealthy women for a period of several years, wherein I was expected to sexually service her and her house guests at cocktail partRead More...

   Entry Title: Don't Touch My Clothes
By: Widdle Wendy

I love laundromats. I have since college. I love being in a place where I have nothing to do but sit, think, read, and wait for clothes to dry. Why by a washing machine when I can experience the bliss of bundling up my dirties, slipping across town, and engage in the sublime communal experience of public laundering? And there is the secret little thrill that someone might see the panties spinning in the dryer and know.