One Direction Tampons Novels & Stories

This was the reason why he wanted to come with me today, not because he thought I am a weak naive little child. But I do not think I can buy the things that I have come to buy under my father's supervision. Oh no, it's not condoms! After I park my car, I walk inside the huge building. The lady at the door greets me, welcoming me. I greet her back and then make my way down the lady's sections. I had to buy tampons. Well, it is not like I do not like my dad seeing the packets of tampons because of course he is a father of a daughter and he had a wife, he can manage it and he has studied about it so there is nothing he cannot understand about us.

Inside the bathroom drawer lay a package of sanitary pads that clearly didn’t belong to me. Outside the door, I heard Tamara’s voice on the phone. "Mr. Shepherd," she said sweetly, "I got my period at the hospital, but I can’t find the special brand for younger girls. There’s a pack left in your bathroom. Could you bring it to me?" Henry stepped into the bathroom, only to catch me pulling open the drawer. His gaze flickered with guilt before he quickly walked away.

"I just realized I completely forgot to buy tampons when I went out the other day, and I'm in a bit of an emergency situation right now. Do you by any chance have a spare one?" "Oh God, of course!" She stepped back immediately. "Come in, let me grab them." "I just need one to wear while I run out to Target," I added quickly. She was already rummaging through her bathroom cabinet. She came back out with an entire box and held it out to me. "Here, just take the whole thing." "Nova, I only need one." "Oh, come on, Kassidy. I have another one." She tilted her head slightly as her eyes dropped to my collarbone for just a second. “Besides, you look like you could use one less thing to worry about.

I hold out the colourful packets awkwardly in front of me. “Ah,” he says, hesitating for only a second before his face softens again. “Well, I’ve obviously not had personal experience, but I think this one”—he holds up a small, slim pink packet—“is a tampon. You insert it inside you.” He quickly notices the horrified look on my face and smiles sympathetically. “Perhaps ask Mum or Alice about that later. These ones”—he points to the flat, square packets in three different colours—“are called towels. They line your underwear. I think the colours are for different sizes or something, as this one”—he picks up a purple one—“is larger and thicker than this one.” He indicates a slimmer, smaller yel

I shrugged and we read the different types out loud to each other. Scented, winged, pads, tampons, pant liners? "Which one would she use and what size?" He asked. "I have no idea," I replied. I'm just as confused as you. We stood there for another few minutes. "Should we just take one of each?" I inquired. "I guess so." He shrugged and started adding them into the basket. Oh well. Better safe than sorry. "So do they actually stick this onto their..." He asked and burst out laughing. Really? Ouch, that must hurt to pull off. I never really cared about that kind of stuff before now.

“I can’t do this alone. I could have called Molly and Issa or your sister but again it would have been awkward” “What do you need help with?” I fucking regretted the question the minute I asked. Ten minutes later, I was holding a tampon after a thorough explanation of how it worked and how it should have been shoved inside. I had seen shit, a lot of shit in my time serving the country but this was the type of shit that took the fucking cake. I gazed at the piece of wool in my hands—that was fucking big to be inside a woman. “I could go for a pad but I need something that won’t make a mess of things hence the tampon”

She can't believe they are discussing her menstrual stuff. "Have you been using these dicks before?" still disturbed by the thought of her using a tampon, he worriedly asks. "No, it would be my first supposedly. Cristy mentioned it earlier, so I want to try it this time. I've been using pads. I'm just curious if it's indeed more convenient" setting aside her irritation and humiliation, she casually explains. "Can you just stick with the pads? There's no way I will let you have sex with these tiny devils, Amelia" he disgustingly persisted.

Sure that she was in deep sleep, I picked my car key and wallet as I made my way out of the room and the chauffeur had wanted to take the keys from me but I only asked him to take the day off. Driving as fast as I could, I drove to the supermarket and asked for the aisle for Tampons, everyone looked at me strangely but it was none of my business. “Oh fuck.” I groaned when I got to the aisle only to see that there were different types of tampon, different colours, different flavours and different sizes. How do I know what size, flavour or colour she wanted?

By the way, who would? I flashed him the typical Tilda Rowland smile, and headed into Damon's new home. “Tilda, what do you think?” My brother, Mason, asked as I walked into Damon's new home for the first time. I was so shocked to see how furnished and organised the house was. The house was a glass house but built in such a way that one wouldn't lose privacy. There were white sofas arranged in rectangular form in the living room, that was to the left when coming from the entrance. The whole house was beautiful and I loved it particularly because everything was white, and the only colour contrast was the touch of gold that was seen on the fancy white throw pillows that were kept neatly kept o

He pointed at the one which had heavy flow and asked, “I get this or the average flow for Ivy. What’s the difference?” I ignored the flutter in my stomach at the mention of how he buys his sister tampons. It is a normal thing to do, Zara. Even your brothers bought them for you. “Heavy flow is for the first couple of days and average flow is for the last few days,” I answered, adding them in the cart, which he also insisted on carrying. He was full on ‘forgive me’ mode, even though I had already forgiven him. Hayden raised an eyebrow when I added a box of condom in the cart but commented nothing. While we waited at the checkout, Hayden sneakily added a box of chocolates to scan.