Philip at Hot Action shares a long reverie. A reverie about laundry, you could say, if you had no soul at all. The reverie begins:

I went upstairs and started to tidy up my room. I was sorting my laundry when I found the bra you’d been asking about. Yes, I still have it. So you want it back, do you?

I raised the bra to my mouth and and took a bit of the shiny black material in my teeth. I imagined biting through to the hard, sensitive nipple on the other side.

The smell of your breasts was still powerful on the garment….