Buying Tampons at a supermarket...leads to..

SEVERUSMAX

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....I was making an emergency purchase for my wife of some tampons for her unexpectedly early period and I thought of the stigma sometimes associated with guys doing this for their women.

Then I thought of where it could lead for a character who is doing this for his girl, if the checkout girl comes to find it attractive that a man would do that for a lady. If he's in an open marriage, like me, it could lead to a lot of fun and games, perhaps an exchange of numbers and an invitation to fuck while the good lady wife suffers the wrath of Aunt Flo. Maybe the wife gets off on watching it, too.
 
I never got that stigma....what the hell do people think, that they are for me?

If anything it tells people you have a woman at home.

Having two daughters along with the wife I've made many of these purchases....

I don't have much to contribute except a line a woman could use on him

"Well since you're obviously not getting any at home tonight..."

Then again....many of us have earned our redwings;)
 
Not surprised at your reply, LC. LOL.

Yeah, it's funny how weird people are about men buying such things. As you said, it's obviously not for the guy.
 
Maybe have it written from the cashiers point of view. She just broke up with her boyfriend because he's a pig headed "manly man" that refused to do such things for her. She strikes up a conversation with the husband and things escalate from there. Could be she's very un experienced and the husband and wife take it upon themselves to "educate" her.
 
Maybe have it written from the cashiers point of view. She just broke up with her boyfriend because he's a pig headed "manly man" that refused to do such things for her. She strikes up a conversation with the husband and things escalate from there. Could be she's very un experienced and the husband and wife take it upon themselves to "educate" her.

Now there is a thought. LOL. :D
 
The cashier dully watches the next customer put things on the belt. She yawns - overtime is a bitch. Nice check but damn her feet hurt and it's been a long day.

She takes his card - nice looking guy but come on, it's late and she has ten minutes to go before end of shift. Time to go home, have a drink and then, well - and what?

She starts scanning automatically - then realized what's in her hand. A box. THE box. Tampons. She looks up and catches his face - embarrassment. They always flush she thinks and grins back at him. His blush deepens.

She thinks about her body - reminded that it's also her time. She's been flowing heavy too damnit - and as always at this point she's horny as hell. She'd been planning a long jilling session but. A girl can dream can't she?

An image flashes in her mind - a man. This man in fact. On his knees in front of her. A string between his teeth - the string to...

She sighs. Hear's his stumbling voice "...for my sister you see. She lives with me and, well - she's busy and asked if I'd stop by and, you understand..."

She grins at the man - noticing him. Not bad. Not ugly - not too handsome - obviously a bit submissive. And she wonders. Why not?

"Hey - I get off this job in about ten minutes. Want to get a coffee somewhere?" He's not wearing a ring - and that image in her mind. Yeah - she has a feeling. This guy.
 
Hmmm, if the bird is already dead, is it bestiality, necrophilia, or dinner prep?

Seeing as the first two are... not just, well, a tad unsavory not to speak against Lit policy. Served with a good chianti?

Yes I know, it's fowl.

No mention of fava beans either. A last supper?

Well.

I also guess that depends on the sequence of the above list. Oh my. One mans dressing is another, uh - I think I'm almost getting to the bad taste zone on that one.

Back to the cashier.

Let's see. Butter, chives, extra virgin olive oil, condoms, a freshly plucked roasting chicken, tampons, cucumber, greens, a nice green zucchini - not too large, chianti, butchers twine and KY Jelly.

The stuff dreams are made of.

...worthily purchased take my daughter: but
If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
all sanctimonious ceremonies...


And we think WE are kinky! Royally speaking of course.
 
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Seeing as the first two are... not just, well, a tad unsavory not to speak against Lit policy. Served with a good chianti?

Yes I know, it's fowl.

No mention of fava beans either. A last supper?

Well.

I also guess that depends on the sequence of the above list. Oh my. One mans dressing is another, uh - I think I'm almost getting to the bad taste zone on that one.

Back to the cashier.

Let's see. Butter, chives, extra virgin olive oil, condoms, a freshly plucked roasting chicken, tampons, cucumber, greens, a nice green zucchini - not too large, chianti, butchers twine and KY Jelly.

The stuff dreams are made of.

...worthily purchased take my daughter: but
If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
all sanctimonious ceremonies...


And we think WE are kinky! Royally speaking of course.

Pretty good drugs, there. You gonna share?
 
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