condom safety

What sex item is your sign?

Aries: Vibrator- Intense and direct

Taurus: Massage oil- Soothing and very hands on

Gemini: Double ended dildo- Two faced? Two times the fun!

Cancer: Nipple clamps- Sensitive and private

Leo: Handcuffs- Controlling and dominant

Virgo: Flavoured condoms- Safety first, but still kinky

Libra: The feather- Very gentle and delicate

Scorpio: The whip- Powerful and passionate

Sagittarius: The choker- Exciting and playful

Capricorn: Lube- Initiates and straight to business

Aquarius: Role play outfits- Weird but extremely erotic!

Pisces: The paddle- Submissive and fragile

Lips -Start of sex.
Nipples ⚫-Bite of Sex.
Boobs 💲-Shape of sex.
Penis 🍌-Length 📏 of sex.
Pusy 🍑-Depth of sex.
Ass -Back door 🚪 entry of sex.
Nudity-Invitation of sex.
Fuck-Xperience of sex.
Suck-Taste of sex.
Masturbation -Substitute of sex.
Condom- Safety of sex.
Sperm - Cream of sex.
Ejaculation 💧- End of sex.
Prostitute - Machine of sex.
Marriage 🎊- License 🔖 of sex.
Periods- Having Rest from sex.
Pregnancy- Proof of sex.
Child 👪- Result of Sex.


93. Involving a Hooker

Hook up

Word Count: 1,985
Written by: @dragonsrequiem
A/N: Well, no. 90 is about a hooker, so I sort of included it? But I couldn’t resist throwing in a bit of praise kink, because the thought of Bucky singing your praises while you’re in the sack just sounded too good to pass up. Warnings: Smut. Duh

Originally posted by loveviral

When the night began, you expected another night undercover, helping Natasha. You’d been told that a familiar face would be approaching you, and no matter what you were not to drop the prostitute persona this evening; if you dropped the act, the mission would be a failure. Well, you’d spent enough time with the Avengers to know that mission failure could be a major problem for the world, so you guessed you were stuck helping.

So now you stood on this stupid street corner, wearing a dress that left little to the imagination while you wished you could be back in your nice quiet room, curled up in front of the fake fireplace in comfy pjs with the latest book you couldn’t put down. There was a character who rather reminded you of Steve’s friend, Bucky, and unlike you the character was fixing to get some from the guy she liked. Your mind started wondering, but your “Wanna play?” smile flashed absently at any guy who approached. After all, how could they know that the twinkle in your eyes was because you were thinking of the things you’d like to do to your longtime crush?

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Day Seventy-Three

-The holidays have ended. The store is silent, empty to an extent I had forgotten was possible. I feel a deep sense of tranquility at the presence of short lines and easy shifts.

-My ability to wear jeans to work for the holidays is gone, and with it, my zest for life.

-Today we are on the lookout due to a potential possible stalker-ish type situation. Years of hyper-attentiveness due to extreme anxiety have prepared me for this exact situation. I am ready.

-I find myself covered in an endless coat of glitter from all of the discounted Christmas decorations. I believe I have found the definition of “zen”.

-A woman became angry after having her check denied. She was certain that the stamp on her check had caused it. The stamp was, though, our system denying the check. The jury is still out on this case of Chicken v. Egg, but I hope she will find the truth soon.

-I passed a woman wearing a shirt that read, “Love Is L'Amour.” I am appreciative of such a helpful Rosetta Stone of a shirt.

-I am endlessly baffled by diapers being so expensive when they are little more than disposable poop bags. Some have Disney characters on them. These are the only ones I would be willing to pay full price for. All other lines of diapers have a great deal of explaining to do.

-A woman in her late fifties or early sixties purchased a large bottle of lube and a larger box of condoms. I respect her safety and am proud of her lifestyle.

-I handed a screaming girl a strip of stickers, instantly stopping the screams. The next guess complimented me on my knowledge of children, and how I knew exactly what to do to stop her cries. I am always willing to take compliments from any sources, but I do feel guilty for not explaining to her that the child had been screaming about how badly she wanted stickers.

-A child encountered her reflection in the lane’s mirror and immediately carried out the natural reaction: dancing wildly at herself while cackling maniacally.

-A woman came through my lane wearing a sweatshirt with the phrase, “God Is Good, Y'all” on it. Usually I am not one to pay attention to gospel given to me by strangers, but from such a casual and laid-back hoodie, I think I might give it a shot.

Sailor Moon wants YOU to be safe!

Japan’s Ministry of Health is enlisting Sailor Moon to help contain the spread of chlamydia, syphilis, and HIV/AIDS, among other STIs.

In recent years, sexually transmitted infection cases have spiked in Japan. During the 1990s, Sankei News reports that the number never got over a thousand, but as of this October, there were 3,284 people with reported STIs. 

The poster campaign features Sailor Moon and a reworked version of her original “On behalf of the moon, I will punish you!” catchphrase. Instead, the STI poster reads, “If you don’t get checked out, I will punish you!” 

According to Sankei, the campaign is aimed at young women in their teens, 20s, and 30s, but it’s also a good reminder for all. 

They’re even giving away condoms!.



First she defeated Goku now she’s defeating STI!

World hunger you’re next!

anonymous asked:

So my SD is a 55 year old white doctor and we're gonna have sex tomorrow. But he's old and just thinking about it is grossing me out cause his dick is probably wrinkly as hell. How do I get over the fact that I'm having sex with an old man?

Think of somebody or something else while he’s doing it. He’s probably not gonna last more than 20 minutes anyway. Always make sure you use a condom, safety is #1 before anything else.

Hetalia Characters - Should you drink with them?
  • Italy: If you go out drinking with Italy, bring some food with you, or else he will force you to go out and get some then eat it. Also he falls a lot. Go drinking with him, please.
  • Germany: Once he's drunk, he laughs at everything. Go out drinking with him and tell him a knock knock joke. I dare you.
  • Japan: He falls asleep when he's drunk. Bummer, don't drink with him.
  • Romano: Romano gets awkwardly horny when he's drunk, and he'll have his pants off by the end of the night. You CAN drink with him, but bring condoms for safety measures.
  • Prussia: Take his regular personality, and multiply it by ten. Also known as hell. Don't drink with him.
  • America: Surprisingly, he keeps his alcohol down, but he gets very talkative. You can drink with him, but expect to be bored by his constant rambling.
  • England: Please don't drink with him. He will end up crying on your floor and then yell about America the entire time.
  • France: Like America, he doesn't really get drunk, but when he does he gets SMASHED. Then he pulls pranks on everyone. It's a fun time. Go drinking with France.
  • China: China is probably the worst out of everyone here when he's drunk. He somehow finds a dress and dances around to shitty Chinese pop songs. Then he bitches about everyone. Go drinking with China.
  • Russia: Russia sees things when hes drunk, and he ends up crying in the corner about the talking cactus outside. Don't go drinking with Russia.
  • Spain: Are you trying to die? Spain is a fucking savage when he's drunk, and he WILL fight anything in front of him. Please, save yourself and don't drink with Spain.
  • Canada: He acts like America when he's drunk, and you can often see him twerking on top of the bar on Saturday night. Go drinking with him.
Pro Hoe Tip #12: Inside My Purse (Going Out Edition)

Okay, so I’m going to start with a disclaimer: I’m like the mother of my group. None of them are SUPER experienced with drinking or even just dressing to go out, and do I try to plan with this in mind. 

 This is just a basic list of the things I always keep in my bag when I go out! I tend to overplan, so some of these things may seem excessive but you can feel free to pick and choose what you think you need! 

 -My school ID/Drivers License

-At least $25 cash; $5 should be in singles 

-My credit debit card 

-A condom 

 Those are just the basics for ANY night of going out, I can always keep them in my bag or even my bra if need be. I also try to have: 

 - 2-3 Band-Aids 

- Chapstick or Lip Gloss 

- Lotion (can be used to stop your hair from frizzing up too!) 

- Perfume Roller 

- More than one condom (Safety First!!) 

- Mascara

- Eyeliner

 - Mouthwash/Floss 

 - Tampons oc

 - Gum 

 - If it fits, the charger cord for my phone 

 - A little pill box with advil/tylenol, an allergy pill, etc. 

 I’ll probably try to add to this list as I think of more things, but hopefully this will be helpful if you forget to pack your purse until AFTER you’ve pregamed!! 😂

things my friends claim i’ve said sentence starters

“ i am literally going to fight everyone right now. “
“ wrap yourself in a condom of safety. “
“ watch out for aliens and lions. they run rampant in public bathrooms. “
“ shots fired from the d. “
“ you literally sicken me. if there was someone who sickens me, it’s you. you make me sick. get away from me you cretin. “
“ i am the saltine cracker of love. “
“ he showed me a dead bird, and i got sad so i wanted you to see the dead bird too. “
“ you fucking crying bro? you being a nerd– oh you’re not. okay. false alarm. “
“ i am a burrito filled with anxiety. “
“ drive me to throw rocks at the sun. “
“ how do you feel about sea lions? “
“ duuuuude, what do you think it would be like to be a cactus. “
“ what the fuck is math? take it away. “
“ i am allergic to you specifically. “
“ it’s broken? well poke a lot of eye holes in the curtain and we can just stare at the audience screaming for like three hours. we’ll call it live art. “
“ get the fuck away from me you, extra long tadpole. “
“ you’re what a flat tire would act like if it were a person. “
“ we can be pirates! “
“ sorry, i can’t do that. i’m busy being an opium pirate. “
“ marry me for the tax benefits, bro. “
“ oh no. everyone stop what they are doing. get the camera. i’m going to reproduce asexually. my spawn is budding off of me. capture the birth. “
“ i have been to the nurse six times in five days, fight me. “
“ towels make me uncomfortable. it’s like rubbing carpet on your body. “
“ do these pomegranate seeds smell like bourbon to you? “

zimmermaenner  asked:

Hello, I wanted to send you a prompt for your fic giveaway. I'd really like an Airline AU. I don't care whether they're both pilots or flight attendants, I'd leave that up to you. (A lot of pining and a little smut would be nice, though.) That's basically it :)

e/R | Airline pilot AU, fluff, sex

“Stop stealing my food,” says Enjolras, gripping the control column with more force than is strictly necessary, especially since the weather is calm and their route is plotted into the computer; they barely have to do anything to fly the plane.

“Your risotto’s nicer,” says Grantaire, with a mouthful of it.

“Everyone’s palette is non-existent at thirty thousand feet,” says Enjolras. “You are physically, literally incapable of telling what tastes better.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello I was reading your newer sugar babies post and didn't want to be one of those girls who don't listen. Could you tell me any basic rules that you follow?

These are my thoughts, and my personal rules.
I’m not answering this question and subconsciously feeling high a mighty like I’m a pro-sugarbaby, because I’m not, and I’m not trying to be or claiming to be. I’m learning everyday. You can take what I say and pick and choose what you like and do it for yourself, or not. 

He obviously has to have a high net worth and at least a practical allowance for me to take him seriously. “negotiables” and “minimals” are the most salty in my past experiences. If his profile says things about how you have to have a perfect body, can’t be black, says something sexual right off the bat, I get turned off and don’t reply. I have a fake phone number from google voice. It’s a texting app you can download to text people who you don’t want to know your actual number. Takes 2 seconds to download and 5 minutes to sign up for. The only downside is that it doesn’t work super well for receiving phone-calls, but it works vice versa. I also have a fake email and a fake name I give. It’s not that far off from my real name, but enough so that if you look it up on spokeo, Facebook, nothing personal of mine will come up. Fake email so I don’t mix personal emails with Sugaring ones, and so that it can’t be looked up either. If you sign up for the site with the same email you used to sign up for Facebook, twitter, what-the-fuck-ever, it can be looked up and found within seconds. I do not send revealing pictures before meeting/having an arrangement. If he asks for more revealing, I tell him honestly, I rather not do that until we meet and establish a connection. I do not feel comfortable otherwise. Plus, I have 3, clear body shot images of me on my profile, he can’t ask for more unless he’s fucking blind and i have to get it in braille for him. If he gets angry I don’t give a fucking shit, you could be sending your nudes Bob the Builder for all you know. 

I don’t meet anywhere that isn’t public. I don’t get in his car. I don’t go to his house. I don’t go to his hotel room. I just DONT. I don’t care how “good” he sounds. If he’s not a serial killer, He will understand.

I dress accordingly. (don’t dress flashy for a casual date, etc) I’m on time. I choose to wait for the right guys vs saying yes to every offer, so I’ve not been lowballed since I’ve adopted this mindset. 

I make clear, polite rules that I do not want any form of intimacy immediately after the first meeting unless its natural. and by natural I mean BOTH PARTIES WANT IT. I cannot even begin to tell you how many guys have tried to put their tongue down my throat after meeting. I just push them off me and decline a possibility of an arrangement. I don’t tolerate someone doing something I clearly told them I did not want. It’s assault. Doesn’t matter how much money he claims he’s going to throw at me, if he can’t respect even that I don’t want to know what other things he has in mind to do that I don’t want. 

Actual Arrangement
I don’t take disrespect. 
I don’t have a set intimacy,
thats why I don’t like P-P-P. I have sex when I want to have sex. I don’t ask “How high” when a man says “Jump” hahahaha. bitch please. 
I maintain myself accordingly. You’re selling an idea of the perfect girl most likely. Nails done, hair done, everything done.
I don’t have unprotected sex. Not for more money. Not to keep him. I have to trust you and be with you for a while, and also feel a connection with you on a deeper level to let you do that. 

I just don’t need to be giving myself up to men (plural), and not be protected every time. One wrong time, you have a yeast infection and you’re out of work for 2 weeks. You may get a STI - and you’re done, you may get pregnant, he may be dirty. and frankly I don’t want to feel an old mans dick raw inside of me at all. The idea of rubber being between us comforts me. 

It sucks, but I have to lie about not being on birth control. Apparently when you tell a bitch that you use BC, he assumes “cool don’t have to use a condom with this one” without even asking. Other sex workers follow this rule (the use of condoms) religiously. It’s unheard of for sex workers to not use condoms because safety and health are such MAJOR concerns. If you can’t handle the responsibility, you should not be in sex work and you need to leave, because it won’t end well. I say this in an angry tone and with extra detail because I know a lot of SD’s are exploiting the fact that SB’s are not aware of this and they think its normal and they’ll get more money if they risk their bodies like that when they genuinely do not want to. 

Ending an Arrangement
Politely end it.