One Direction Tampons Novels & Stories

" 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

She was literally yelling. “And come to think of it. I only said tampons”. She whispered embarrassly. “But you got both tampons and pad. 100 boxes each!!”. “There’s 30 pieces in each boxes. What am I supposed to do with 30,000 tampons and pads?”. “We can just burn them”. “Damien!!”. “Amore, I’m sorry I got too much stuff. But I don’t like the fact that you’re scolding me in front of this nuisance. Even my mom never scolds me this much ”. He said, glaring at max.

When I couldn't find them, a clever idea popped into my head. "They don't have my favourite tampons!" I blurted. "Can we go to Kellington? I know they have them there." "Ella, Kellington is like a forty-minute drive away," he said. "What about all the other ones? What about those?" he continued picking up a box. "Zero leakage, zero discomfort." "Leonardo," I began taking the box out of his hand and putting it back on the shelf. "Since you are a male without a uterus-"

Which brought me to my brilliant plan. I pulled out my phone and dialed the nearest pharmacy. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you?” “Yes,” I said smoothly. “I need to place an order for tampons.” There was a brief pause on the other end. “Uh, of course, sir. Do you have a specific brand or type in mind?” I frowned. “Uh… no. Just… give me all of them.” Another silence. “All… of them?” “Yes. Every single type of tampon you have.”

“It’s more water than blood. If women lost that amount of blood monthly, we would all be dead, Calum.” “Right.” Calum laughs but it sounds strained. I stop worrying when he curls the ends of my hair around a finger. “Glad to hear that. What do you use? Tampons?” At least he knows what that is. I shake my head. “Oh. What do you use?” “Sanitary pads.”

“Just a minute.” I shook my head as I joined the guys in the small kitchen. “I can’t fucking believe it. Why am I not allowed to get in?” Homer shook his head in amusement. “Do you have something to say?” “Girls value their privacy a lot. They have things they didn’t want boys to see.” “Like what?” “Tampons, underwear, shavers, maybe pictures with their exes, love letters, and so on,” Owen replied. “Sex toys.” Homer shrugged.

"Mom sat me down and drew diagrams at the kitchen table for hours. I was so embarrassed at first that I didn't ask anything. She never really talked about how it felt. I think she was afraid I'd get excited and go do something." Steph was getting a little flushed. "If you're really that worried about it, make sure you're on top the first time so you can control how fast things are going. Just use more lube than you think you need and take it slow. Do you use tampons?" Now it was my turn to blush. "Yes, but I still prefer pads if I'm at home the first day or two. It seems to make it go faster, but it's probably not true. It never hurt to use tampons or anything."

I couldn't stay in here forever. "Okay, stay here. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." I heard him walking in the room, probably looking for his wallet and then I heard the bedroom door close. Fifteen minutes went by and the bathroom door opened and Flynn appeared with in his hand a blue plastic bag. "Most stores were closed. The one that was open, didn't had pads. So I bought tampons. The man who work there said it was the same." Tampons and pads are not the same.But oh well, atleast he went out to buy them for me. "Thank you darling, but tampons and pads are not the same. But I'll make it work." I planted a kiss on his cheeks. "You're so sweet!"

I nod absentmindedly, packing the pads into packages as Helen continued her rant about everything that was wrong with the healthcare system in the country. "Did you know I read once in a magazine that one in every five women couldn't afford menstrual hygiene products like tampons or pads? They used tissues and rags, instead. Could you imagine? Condoms aren't even a need; sex isn't a need." Bryan coughs uncomfortably behind his ranting wife. "A women's period can't be stopped, and that's what should be considered a need." Thomas peeks through the archway, a look of disgust on his face.

Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a body sponge, toothpaste, a toothbrush, a pack of tampons, a hairbrush, and moisturiser. Wow, seems like he can be a little considerate, shame for him I used his toothbrush and products already. I shrugged as I picked up the box of tampons and tossed them in the air. I smacked it, letting it fly across the room, it hit the wall and drop to the floor. Now that was something I didn’t need, thanks to the dumb Rossi and his sperm. I began eating again, my gaze flitting to the tablet, musing over my options.