Thrilling Laundry
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When I was little, oh, about five or six years old, I used to love it when my Mom would fold laundry because she would let me play with the empty laundry baskets. I would turn the baskets upside down and curl up underneath them, trapping myself in a cage of plastic. I would imagine I was a captive locked away in a prison or an animal in a cage and that I was in imminent danger. It always excited and trilled me in a way that I didn’t quite understand or know how to explain.
It wouldn’t be until my early twenties and many more such experiences that I finally linked the word “kinky” with those feelings and desires.
I’ll always have a certain sweet fondness for a pile of freshly folded laundry and an empty basket.
–Submitted by A.
Haha…so great to know I’m not alone in that. I was constantly wedging myself into baskets, boxes, and buckets to enjoy the feeling of captivity in my youth.
It’s amazing how early it starts, isn’t it?