One Direction Tampons Novels & Stories

"I think I have one or two in the side of my suitcase. Should I-do you want me to get it?" "Fuck." Noah threw one arm over his face. "I want to say no, because I'm right on the fucking edge of coming, but . . ." He drew in a shuddering breath. "Yeah. Can you?" "Of course." I moved off him as carefully as possibly, my body still pulsing and needy. With hands that were far from steady, I unzipped my suitcase and dug around in a pocket where I kept important just-in-case items like extra tampons, hairbands, and . . . yes! My fingers closed around a couple of the familiar square packets. I tore one open as I hurried to climb back onto the bed.

“Uh, what are you doing?” Famke was frozen in place as she held a box in her hand inside the larger box. She was trying to count and the chattering behind her was messing with her. It must be an error in math. She felt her heart pounding furiously against her ribcage as she slowly lifted the box of conditioner coated tampons and turned to Nyx, shaking it. “It’s still unopened.” “So. You barely use a couple a day.” “I bought this before Christmas. I used the rest of my last box when I was in Turks and Caicos.”

Was he offering to go get me feminine hygiene products? “Evelina…tell me what you need," he repeated patiently when his query was met with my flabbergasted silence. "I don’t want to end up at the convenience store wandering the aisles like an idiot.” “I…tampons,” I muttered, cheeks red as I shifted to stand up. “The ones for super flow.” My cheeks reddened further. This was way too much information. He must be so weirded out. He gave me a jerky nod, standing and gathering the sheets.

There were fucking flavors. Another woman walked into the aisle, she was a middle-aged woman, she took out a few of them and put them in her basket before moving on to the next items. I cleared my throat, "Ma'am?" She stilled her spot, her eyes took me in up and down and she looked as if she was about to bolt. "Do you know which one of these will be appropriate for a twenty-year-old woman?" She gave me a smile before moving closer to the products and she handed me a box of tampons. "It really depends on the woman, you could ask your girlfriend which one she prefers"

KIMBERLY ~•~ It had been an hour since Jackson left to go get tampons but he still wasn’t back. By now, the kids were dozing off while I was still up waiting for Jackson. When I called his number several times and he didn’t answer, I started to get worried. I was still on my period though, which was why I went upstairs to search through the closet to see if I had a menstrual cup. I didn’t like using them, but I had no choice.

"Oh, you have your period too? Talk about bad timing." Maxine flushed red at the embarrassment, nodding weakly. "I… I forgot to bring a pad." Coreen chuckled and shook her head. "A pad? Really, who does that anymore? Tampons are a million times better." She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped tampon. "Here." She handed Maxine the tampon, along with a pair of white pants, looking at her with a raised brow. "And take these. You can't walk around in those bloody jeans. It's disgusting."

" She recited; all the while staring at Raul dead in the eye, without blinking for once. After her recitation, Raul huffed, darting his eyes away from her blue ones, understanding a bit of what periods was all about now. It was a normal cycle for women. He wondered what other cycle they had; and was totally grateful that men didn't need to share in such a weird act. So what were tampoons then? "What about the tampoons?" He asked Olivera who shrugged, before giving her reply. "Materials we use to stop the blood from staining all over us. They are balanced on panties, to soak up the blood that would be dispelled from the body system." She stated. Raul huffed again, before taking some steps bac

"Oh! Yeah sure, do you want me to get you pads or tampons?" "Tampons will do, thanks." I quickly got my key to go to the nearest supermarket seeing she must be uncomfortable stuck on the toilet without having some protection. It wasn't hard to find them in the supermarket; however, it was extremely confusing. There were an entire two shelves that have different tampons. I didn't know which one to get seeing I didn't want to get the wrong one and her not able to use them. It was fortunate that a worker at the supermarket was near me and I decided to ask her.

His expression mirrored that of a child trying to make sense of something unfamiliar. The saleswoman couldn't help but chuckle at his innocent confusion, finding his childlike behavior endearing. She watched as he nervously tapped his finger on another object, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Do you know what that is?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity. Still amused, the saleswoman replied, "Yes, sir. Tampons are feminine hygiene products used during menstruation." His eyes widened, processing the information. "Ah, I see," he responded, his tone a mix of understanding and mild embarrassment.

I focus my attention to all what daddy said because it is important. It's for my precious so I need to pay attention. "TMI but your mommy prefer pads. She doesn't like tampons." He points out all the pros and cons of each brand. I thought Jamison and Gabriel will be cringing but no. They suprisingly listen to our dad attentively. They even ask questions about periods. "Some brands cause irritation so be careful." The four of us nodded. We bought 6 pads. 3 packs of regular with wings, another one pack with no wings and 3 pack of large one for the night as dad describe with wings.