#undershirt sweaty armpits

[thedirtygridd]

WE’RE BACK!

Celebrating with Lando’s victory in Singapore from the pov of his masseuse 👀

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The Singapore Grand Prix had just come to a spectacular close, with Lando Norris crossing the finish line as the victor. His face was flushed with exhaustion, and every inch of him glistened under the harsh floodlights. The humid night air had wrapped itself around him for the duration of the race, pulling beads of sweat from his skin. As his masseuse, I was always tasked with easing the tension after a long race, but tonight felt different. He had pushed his body to the limit, and it showed in the way his racing suit clung to him, soaked through with perspiration. The heat had claimed 5 kilograms of his weight, and the evidence was there in every damp contour of his form.

Lando's thick neck was the first thing I noticed as he peeled off his helmet and balaclava. It was slick with sweat, the veins pulsing beneath his skin from the exertion. The sheen on his neck caught the light, and I knew the massage tonight would be a challenge. His muscles, tight and swollen from the intense drive, would require every ounce of my strength. But as much as I wanted to focus solely on my job, there was no ignoring how the droplets of sweat traced their way down his neck, gliding over his collarbone and disappearing into the fabric of his fireproof suit. It took everything in me to remain composed, to remind myself that I was a professional.

When he finally unzipped his suit, revealing his chest, the room seemed to grow warmer. His undershirt was soaked through, clinging to every contour of his torso. Each breath he took made his chest rise and fall, and I could see the fabric stretching tight against his skin. The sweat beaded along his pecs, trailing down to the toned muscles of his abdomen. I couldn't help but think about how much heat he must have endured in that car, how his body had fought against the conditions to claim victory. But the sight of his slick, sweaty skin was more than enough to make my hands twitch with anticipation. I was supposed to be tending to him, but the idea of him lingered in my mind.

His armpits were drenched, and the moment he lifted his arms to remove the suit, the scent of sweat filled the air. It wasn't unpleasant, just the unmistakable smell of hard work, of a man who had pushed himself to the very edge. The dark patches under his arms were a testament to the race, and I could see the sweat running down the inside of his biceps. They were thick and powerful, glistening under the dim lights of the room. I knew I had to focus on my task, but the sight of those muscles, so wet and tense, made it hard to concentrate. My hands were already preparing for the moment they would touch his skin, but I had to stay professional.

It was impossible not to notice his biceps, firm and swollen from the strain of gripping the steering wheel for nearly two hours. They flexed with every movement, the skin damp and flushed. The thought of running my hands along those muscles made my pulse quicken, but I reminded myself that I was here to work. As his masseuse, I had a duty to ease his pain, to help him recover. But the sweat, the way it pooled at the crook of his elbow and ran down his arms, was distracting. I could only imagine how much more soaked he would become as the massage began.

When I finally placed my hands on his shoulders, the heat of his body hit me like a wave. His skin was damp and slick beneath my fingers, and within seconds, my hands were wet with his sweat. It was unavoidable—the sheer amount of moisture pouring from his body seemed endless. His muscles were tight, the result of both the race and the hours spent in the car, but my hands worked through the tension. Every time I pressed into his skin, I could feel the sweat transferring to me, soaking my palms. It was an odd sensation, one that left me both focused on my job and oddly tempted.

The sweat running down his back was even more intense. As I kneaded his broad, muscular shoulders, it became clear just how much his body had been through. His back was slick with moisture, and I could feel the sweat collecting in the folds of his skin as I worked my way down. It was impossible to ignore how my fingers slid over the smooth, wet surface of his muscles. The thought of how drenched he must have been in the car crossed my mind again, and I could only imagine how uncomfortable it must have been. Still, there was something undeniably tempting about the way his body felt beneath my hands.

His legs were no different. As he lay face down, the sweat had already soaked through his racing suit, and when I finally peeled it off, his thighs were just as drenched. The fabric clung to his skin, and it took some effort to get it off. His quads were powerful, built for endurance and speed, and as I worked the tension from them, I could feel the heat radiating off his body. Every time I pressed into the muscle, the sweat would well up beneath my fingers, soaking them anew. My hands were slick, and it became harder to maintain a grip, but I had to stay focused.

By the time I reached his feet, I couldn't help but wonder what state they must be in. After hours of racing, confined in tight boots, they had to be drenched. The thought was strangely captivating, even though I knew it was unprofessional to think that way. But I couldn't shake the image from my mind—his feet, sweaty and sore, waiting for relief. I tried to push the thought aside as I massaged his calves, but it lingered in the back of my mind. The sweat, the exhaustion, the heat—it was all so overwhelming, both for him and for me.

My hands were soaked now, every inch of them covered in his sweat. Each time I applied pressure to his muscles, more of it would transfer onto my skin, until it felt like I was massaging waterlogged fabric instead of flesh. But the more I worked, the more I could feel the tension melting away from his body. His breathing had slowed, his muscles were starting to relax, and I could tell he was finally finding some relief. Still, the thought of all that sweat, the way it clung to him, made it hard to stay purely professional. But I had to—I had no choice.

His chest was heaving now, but the tension was gone. My hands moved across his body with practiced ease, but the slickness of his skin made every touch feel different, more intimate somehow. I was hyper-aware of every bead of sweat, of every muscle beneath my fingertips. My hands were wet, but I kept working, determined to finish the job. As his masseuse, I had to stay focused, to push through the distraction. But the idea of him, so close, so drenched in sweat, was difficult to ignore.

As I massaged his arms again, I could feel the sweat pooling in the crook of his elbow, running down the length of his forearm. It was a constant reminder of the effort he had put into the race, of the toll it had taken on his body. The slickness of his skin was almost overwhelming, but I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand. I had to be professional, no matter how tempting it was to think otherwise. His body was exhausted, and my job was to help him recover, not to indulge in any thoughts beyond that.

His breathing was deep and even now, the race’s intensity finally fading. I worked my way back to his neck, where the sweat still lingered, and I could feel his pulse beneath my fingers. His thick, sweaty neck was tense but starting to soften under my touch. Every press of my fingers against his slick skin was a reminder of how much effort he had poured into his win tonight. And while I wanted to focus purely on his recovery, the sight and feel of him—so strong, so drenched—made it harder than ever to keep things purely professional.

Finally, I finished the massage, wiping the last remnants of sweat from his body. My hands were soaked, but it didn’t matter. He had won, he had pushed himself to the limit, and now his body could finally relax. As I gathered my things and prepared to leave, I couldn’t help but glance back at him one last time. His chest was still glistening, his thick neck still damp, and the thought of his feet—sweaty, tired, sore—stayed with me. I reminded myself, once again, that I was his masseuse, and nothing more. But the temptation of Lando Norris, drenched in sweat, would remain in my thoughts for days to come.

[girlcowboy]

rhett abbott | "if you make me laugh, we can have a baby"

a/n: anyone else obsessed with the thought of dad!rhett? bc i am. anyway theres this trend on tiktok thats like ladies telling their partners "if you make me laugh we can have a baby" and then laughing really hard before their partner can say anything. yeah this was inspired by that

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"Hey, Mama," Comes Rhett's drawl, breaking through the haze of sleep. Lips brush over your ear, stubble ticking your skin as his oversized hands slide up your waist. "You been sleepin' good?"

"Mm..." You hum sleepily, shifting to roll over into his arms, snuggling your nose against his bicep, still slightly damp from working outside. He smells like dirt and sweat. You murmur tiredly, "You crawl into my bed like that, Abbott?"

"Real sorry, baby," He laughs softly, shifting around you. "I'll go change 'n shower, if'n that's what you want."

"Nah," You yawn, eyes still closed. A hand finds its way to your hair, brushing tress back away from your face. "Y'smell good."

A little laughy scoff tumbles from his lips. "Oh, yeah? The real good scent of sweat and cow manure?"

You give a grunt and he laughs again. "Naw. Like... skin. An' sweat, yeah. But just... I dunno. Good."

"We'll have to get your nose checked, baby," And his voice goes all warm and melty. "You feelin' alright?"

"Just tired," You yawn again, finally cracking your eyes open. The room is dark, slightly damp with a breeze running in from the window. And there Rhett lays next to you, curls sweaty and sticking to his head, half dried from the hot air. His white undershirt sticks to his chest and armpits, and he's clearly ditched his jeans and boots on the floor, just laying there in his dark blue briefs.

The way he looks at you... God, like something holy. Something untouchable. Warm and gooey around the edges, crows feet crinkled.

Like you're his.

"Well," You drawl, running your fingertips over his stubbled jaw, feeling the tiny hairs bite at you. "Hey, there, handsome."

"Hey, there, pretty thing," He murmurs, eyes falling half lidded as he kisses at what he can reach of you. Your fingers, your palm, snuggling closer to get at your neck and shoulder.

"Hey," You whisper, to get his attention. Rhett peers up at you through his lashes, languid and curious. You pet over his jaw. "If you c'n make me laugh, we can have a baby."

Rhett's eyes are dark, now, watching you. He goes to open his mouth, to say something, but you let a giggle spring forth, morphing into a snort as his eyebrows furrow in confusion. He snorts back, hands grabbing at your waist and hauling you over, rolling his eyes fondly as you laugh under him, squirming.

"Alri', you had your fun," Rhett complains, fingers grasping your sides. You squirm as he begins peppering your face with kisses, starting out soft, light, before he reaches your lips and deepens the kiss, lips moving languidly against your own. You make a muffled little content noise, right through your nose, and he groans back appreciatively, moving closer, as close as he can, hips slotting into yours. "Mmph, c'mon, Mama-"

"Rhett," You breathe as you break away, just for one moment, just to breathe before his lips are back on yours, mouth hot and damp as he pries your mouth open with his, invading your senses and lapping at your tongue. "Mnhg, Rhett- baby-"

Rhett groans again, into your mouth this time, breaking away with a pant. "You ain't got no idea what you do to me, darlin', no fuckin' clue-"

"I think I'm all caught up, Rhett," You giggle as his hips, and the hard outline of his cock trapped in his briefs, rock against you. Your laughter breaks away into a breathy moan as he slots his bulge against your core. "Oh-! I jus' woke up, gimme a second, Daddy-"

"Okay," Rhett says, before pausing, staring down at you. Then he nods, a serious look on his pretty face as he leans down again hurriedly to reconnect your lips. "One, two-"

You shriek a laugh as his tries to capture your lips again. "More than that! Rhett!"

"Nuh, baby, I gave you the second you were wan'in," He rumbles against your jaw, having missed your lips as you turned away. He shuffles closer, rocking his hips down against yours. "Two of 'em, even-"

"Alright, alright," You grumble playfully as you let him taste you again, tongue lapping at your lips. "Be a good boy, now, Rhett,"

"Yes, ma'am," Rhett breathes against your lips. "Anythin' my pretty thing wants."

[icancdramahanfu]

Maomao's undershirt/zhong yi?

I had procrastinated on making an undershirt for my Mao mao outfit. Finally got around to knocking this out in an afternoon. I'd say this took me about four hours with some grocery shopping in between. In the anime, she does not have a long sleeve shirt underneath her aoqun so my goal was to make something long enough to cover my armpits. I am a sweaty person. I went back to my old pattern from my WKX cosplay, and cut it much shorter.

This is scrap fabric which I had left over from making my WKX outfit and I was getting down to some odd shapes. I had to cut it out as two back panels and front panels.

To keep it crisp, I pressed all the seams and the top stitched it down for more security. For the sleeves, I just made them long enough cover my shoulder and armpits. The neck placket was reinforced with fuseable interfacing.

I'm not going to bother with adding in ties since it is not going to be seen and also tucked into the high waisted circle skirt.

This isn't the best shot but I'll need to fuss around with it a bit more. I also wonder if since I'm using cotton which is sort of stiff, it keeps getting stuck in a weird angle. I still have no idea how all those cdramas have perfect layers but it will do the job of keeping my skin from touching the fabric which is the point.

I may got back and add one more tie on the side to keep it a bit neater. But she's ready to go with 2 weeks to spare before my local con.

[cyberpunkhopendreams]

Okay. Y'all's clothing game to the new cyberpunk reality needs some work.

First thing you're going to do: you are going to find yourself the following items:

Undershirts, 100% cotton.

Dress protectors. They go in your armpits. They are not strictly for dresses. They can go on any sleeved garment.

Boxers, 100% cotton, the kind that extend down your legs.

These are your barrier garments. You live in a cold climate? Your barrier garments are thermal underwear.

A shirt you wore over an undershirt? Does not need to be washed unless you wear it two more times OR it has been visibly stained or sweat-marked. If you live and work in a place with air conditioning, this won't be much of an issue. Getting sweaty all day? Well, laborers of yesteryear had the same laundry burden as you do, then. Take comfort in that.

Pants? Same rule. Three wears per wash unless it goes dirty.

Linen went out of fashion a loooong time before the plastic fabric era, mostly due to the explosion of cheap cotton coming out of America prior to the civil war and the industrial revolution running with it. Cotton is still your cheapest natural fiber, followed by cellulose fibers like rayon, woolen materials, and THEN linen.

TL;DR, barrier garments still exist, they're now called undershirts/camisoles and boxers.

"hey why are all the barrier garments like linen shirts or chemises or combinations going away?"

"oh we have more washable fabrics now! you don't need to worry about sweat reaching your outer clothing when you can just chuck it in the washing machine!"

"cool!"

[100 years later]

"so uh all of those new washable fabrics are leaching microplastics into our water, and the constant machine-washing wears garments out faster. they're also not really sturdy enough to be mended, so we keep having to throw them out and now the planet is covered in plastic fabric waste that will never break down. also it turns out that the new washable fabrics hold odor-causing bacteria VERY well. so could we get those barrier garments back please?"

"sorry babe linen now costs $100000/yard and since it's been so long without them, nobody knows how to adapt barrier garments to the current styles anyway"

"..."

"maybe try this new $50 undershirt made of Special Sweat-Wicking Plastic Fabric! :) :) :)"

[sumanth266-blog]

SWEAT ABSORBENT ANTI ODOR QUICK DRY UNDERSHIRTS VEST; SWEAT-PROOF T-SHIRT

[idry-hyperhydrosis]

8 Best Sweat-Proof Undershirts for heavy sweating in 2021

Do you sweat too much? Are you embarrassed and frustrated by soggy pits and pit stains?

It's time to get serious about your sweat management. 

Sweat-proof undershirts are the best way to manage heavy sweating. They are a natural, non-invasive way to prevent sweat stains and protect your clothes from sweat marks. Let's take a tour of some of the best sweat proof undershirts for men and women that help keep you dry and boost your confidence.

1.     TopDry

Sweaty armpits are a problem for men worldwide. Regular washing reduces the life of a shirt. TopDry reusable sweat shields is the shirt's savior. This is an innovative yet simple product for men in need.

TopDry is the ultimate anti-sweat protection that perfectly fits clothing. It also guarantees 100% protection against sweat stains. It is made from ultra-effective PowerWeaved cotton. It absorbs and wicks away all underarm perspiration, leaving you free from embarrassing sweat stains.

Features:

·       Discreet: Does not attract attention of others

·       Remains flat without bunching

·       100% protection from sweat stains

·       Perfectly tailored- new and improved design

·       Sizes: XS, S, M, L, XL, XXL

·       Gentle/ Hand Wash 30° & Hang Dry

 2.     Thompson Tee

This is the patented sweat-proof undershirt. It comes with one of the best seams and layering systems. The Hydro-Shield traps moisture and releases it as vapor. This prevents sweat from seeping through. The sweat-resistant barriers are built right into the underarms. As a result, the sweat protection does not wash out or lose effectiveness quickly.

Features:

·       Various necklines fit and colors for men and women.

·       Tagless, flat-fitting collar.

·       Longer length so it won't slip out of place.

·       High-quality fabric to withstand frequent washing.

·       30-day risk-free trial period. 

3.     Sweatshield

These undershirts provide a sweat-proof barrier under the armpits to absorb moisture and neutralize odor. These sweatshirts are best for those who suffer from heavy back sweating. They come in V-neck and scoop neck for men and scoop neck for women.

Features:

·       Men's and women's styles.

·       Micromodal fabric that promotes Keep Cool technology.

·       Tagless and flat fitting collar 

4.     ItsDri

ItsDri shirts feature a three-layer system that traps sweat. The fabric is infused with copper. It helps eliminate odor and bacterial growth. ItsDri shirts are extra-long, up to three extra inches. They are slim fit only. They come in V-necks for men and scoop necks for women.

Features:

·       Models for men and women

·       Made of Lenzing Modal and spandex

·       Extra-long to slip in 60 days risk-free trial period. 

5.     Ejis

The Ejis undershirt features a waterproof layer and antimicrobial technology that fights sweat and odor. It is available in cotton or a micro modal and spandex blend. Men can choose from scoop neck, V-neck, or deep V-neck styles, and women can choose from scoop neck styles.

Their product lines also include:

·       Back sweat undershirts

·       sweatproof boxers

·       odor resistant socks.

Features:

·       Use of silver to fight odor and regulate body temperature.

·       Long, tuck-away length and slim-fit style

·       Micromodal or cotton options for men 

6.     Numi

Numi is a brand of sweatproof undershirts for women. It offers some of the best undershirt styles for women. The selection includes scoop neck, crop tops, cap sleeves, 3/4 sleeves, long sleeves, and mock neck sweaters.

Features:

·       Women's styles only

·       Sweat-Secret™ Fabric Technology panels to trap sweat under the armpits!

·       Form-fitting, slim-fitting model that comes in a variety of colors.

·       Made from TENCEL fabric 

7.     Hanes Cool DRI

These shirts are best for those who sweat excessively at work or during sports. They come with anti-odor technology that protects the shirts from bacteria and prevents odor.

Features:

·       Models for men, women, and children

·       Multiple colors and styles

·       Quick-drying fabric with 50+ UPF protects against UV rays. 

8.     Kleinert's

These sweat-proof undershirts are made of 100% cotton and sewn with integrated Sweat Shields. The shields are made of cellulose bamboo and a waterproof urethane protective barrier.

Features:

·       Men's and women's models

·       Patented forearm shields 2-inch extra length and stretch. 

In this list above, you will find the best-selling and most effective sweat-resistant undershirts on the market.

[jinmukangwrites]

For your Sunday Drabbles, mayhaps #22 with Malon and Time?

"you smell nice"

This one is CUTE AH. Warning: CUTENESS OVERLOAD. 2/16 // 6/16 written

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Time sits down on the bed (his bed) with a sigh, kicking off his boots and laying backwards slowly, releasing every tension in his body with the action. There's footsteps, but he knows them, he knows them so well and he doesn't have to open his eye to know who it is. He opens it anyway, he hasn't seen her for some time and he's missed her.

Malon gives him a smile and closes their bedroom door. "Get into something else, honey," she says when she notices that he's still in his casual wear. She raises an eyebrow when he groans.

"I've missed this bed," he replies, "how I've missed this bed. I can't get up."

"You can and will," Malon replies, grinning slightly as she goes to the wardrobe to grab her nightgown. He almost wants to tell her to forget it, let's sleep tonight with nothing but the bedsheets... but he stops himself. He's too tired. Maybe tomorrow night… if they decide to stay another day. If Hylia decided to let them stay another day. If not, well, there's always next time.

She takes off her skirt and blouse. "You'll stink up the whole bed. You smell like teenage boy."

He watches her undress and slip on her nightgown, humming slightly in agreement but he's lost in watching her hair fall over her shoulders as she looses the ties. She glances up at him and gives him a questioning look. "What?"

"I've missed you," Time replies simply, "no sight on the road compares to you."

She doesn't blush, she's stopped blushing when he says stuff like that years ago. Instead, she grins and walks to the bed, her hair loose and nightgown hanging over her body, making her look like a goddess. Well, she always looks like one to him, but there's something about the vulnerability of a loved one right before bed that makes him think about just how lucky he is to have her. "Get dressed," she says instead, throwing a clean undershirt and loose fitting pants at his head.

He grunts but complies, not in the mood to tease her too much tonight. He forces himself to sit up and he takes off his sweaty shirt as Malon slips under the covers of her own side of the bed. He changes into the clean clothes and he himself slides in next to her. Like an old, beautiful song, Malon scoots closer to him and places herself into the crook of his armpit, her head resting on his shoulder and her hand hanging over his chest. He takes the arm she's laying on and wraps it around her own shoulder, hugging her close.

Malon sucks in a breath of air and breathes out with a sigh. "You smell nice," she softly mumbles under her breath, sleepiness already beginning to claim her.

Time chuckles. "You said I smelled like a teenaged boy."

She hums and shakes her head slightly. "You smell like you. Your clothes smell like teenaged boy. I missed you."

He presses her closer, keeping his voice barely above a whisper, kissing the top of her hair ever so softly. "I love you, horse girl."

I'm sorry.

She presses her body against his, hugging him close. "I love you too, fairy boy."

It's okay.

[sometimesiwrite]

A Pinter Pause (2/2)

Part 2 Summary: Terence and Katherine find themselves connecting on a deeper level than they had anticipated after re-kindling their acquaintance during an opening night reception at the theatre nearby. They hastily head back to Terence’s apartment to continue the evening.

Content Notes: Smut, condom use, oral, m/f intercourse, slight mention of BDSM/rough sex, discussion of emotional availability, fluff, explicit language.

Word Count: ~3,000

Again, I didn’t intend this as an imagine/fanfic piece but as with the previous story, but who am I to tell you how to use your imagination ;)

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Katherine climbed the stairs to the second floor, nerves fluttering in her stomach as she approached the top of the stair case and paused, realizing Terence still had the key. He squeezed past her on the stairs, taking a little extra time to linger across from her. How is he so...ugh! Katherine was both infuriated and incredibly attracted by his composure, meanwhile here she was with clammy hands, sweaty armpits and knees that made her feel like a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. Terence grinned, “Chanel, isn’t it?”

“Dior,” she answered back, a playful edge of defiance in her voice masking her desire to scream How is this happening?! in his face. She followed Terence the rest of the way up the stairs, trying desperately to stop the feeling of becoming increasingly less sexy. His apartment was tastefully decorated and mostly what she would have expected from the home of a well-dressed urban bachelor. The floors were a varnished honey-coloured hardwood and were warm underfoot as she removed her shoes, wincing a little as she let them spread back to their full width after being confined all evening.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked, also removing his shoes and blazer, and loosening his tie.

“Vodka soda with lemon?” she asked, hoping it might combat some of the dryness in her mouth.

“Coming up! Feel free to have a look around, I’ll be back in a second” he called out on his way to the kitchen. She wandered into the living room area which was cozy-yet modern with an abstract shag carpet in front of the sofa and a few larger potted plants flanking the door to what could only be his patio. A desk and some tall bookcases filled a square of the living area which he had clearly claimed as a kind of makeshift office-library with a an easy chair under a reading lamp and a coffee table next to it. She made her way over to the bookshelves to have a look at his collection which proved to be wonderfully eclectic: A Picture of Dorian Gray, a bunch of old DC and Marvel Comics, notably Hawkeye, Justice League, and Spiderman, The Collected Works of A. A. Milne, Wuthering Heights, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, a few other fantasy novels she didn’t recognize by an author whose name looked Scandinavian—Sap…Sapkowski? Her eyes continued to scan the shelves. There were a fair number of playwrights featured in his collection as well, Beckett, Pinter, David Mamet, Sam Shepard, Hanna Moscovitch, Judith Thompson… So much for learning about a person from what they have on their bookshelves. What doesn’t this guy read?

In the kitchen, Terence took a stiff drink of whisky from his glass before pouring Katherine’s drink. He wasn’t nervous, per se... more than anything he was having a hard time believing that a woman of Katherine’s caliber was not only in his apartment, but wanted him, at least for the night if nothing more. Steeling himself, he left the kitchen half expecting her to have left, though he didn’t know why.

He found her in the living room and brought her drink over. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted ice so I gave you a little.” His finger lingered on hers as she took the glass from him, basking in the colour of his eyes, a clear water-y blue. “I see you’ve found my bookshelves,” he said, standing close behind her holding his own drink in his hand. She could feel the warmth of his chest radiating against her back. Again, she was impressed at how incredibly at ease she felt despite her nerves. Sure, he wanted her, absolutely he wanted her, if for nothing more than one night… but he didn’t need anything, didn’t have to have anything from her, which made her hope, at least somewhere in her jaded soul, that perhaps he would be interested in more than an evening.

“They say you can learn a lot about a person from their bookshelves...”

“What have you deciphered? Surely your clever mind has come up with something.” He gently stroked her arm.

“Well...”She leaned back against him and tilted her head to one side, a subtle invitation. “You’re a bit of an enigma, Terrence. You’ve got everything from early 20th Century romance to superheroes and Winnie the Pooh.” 

He moved his drink to his other hand and gently swept her hair back. “But if you were to hazard a guess?”

“I would say that you’re very interested in people’s minds—” 

His nose lingered at her ear for a moment as he leant down to kiss her neck, breathing warm air onto her and inhaling more of her perfume, and with it more of her. 

“—and are probably more vulnerable than you let on.”  

Terence chastely pressed his lips against the tender skin of her neck, felt her pulse quicken under the surface as his arm wrapped around her waist, a thumb just grazing the bottom of her underwire. “If all that were true, would you still want to stay the night?” Katherine turned around and took Terence’s drink out of his hand and walked to the coffee table where she set both drinks down. He watched with the smallest hint of concern on his forehead, wondering whether she had lost interest. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “You bet I do,” she gave him a wide and reassuring smile, playfully biting her bottom lip.

Terence brushed a stray hair behind her ear. “You really are stunning,” he said, an earnestness settling in his features. Katherine’s eyes softened for a moment as she gazed at the man standing across from her, her internal monologue just as speechless as she was. They pressed together slowly, completely immersed in each other’s warmth as passion mounted and swelled inside them. It had been ages since she’d been kissed like this, Katherine thought, as firm hands circled the back of her neck and waist, pulling her close. Before she knew it, her fingers were in his hair and their kisses turned all tongues and teeth as they hungrily proceeded, buttons haphazardly fumbled with as shirts were worked open on their slow journey to the bedroom.

Terence turned on the lights. “How about a little ambiance,” he said, dimming them until a warm glow honeyed his soft blue-grey walls. “Better.” He smiled at her for what felt like the hundredth time that night and paused to read her face, his eyes scanning for signs of hesitation, but all he saw was Katherine smiling back at him. He plunged into a fresh kiss, stubble leaving her lips tingling, smearing what was left of her lipstick away. They reached the last button at the same time, peeling the offensive layers from each others bodies. Katherine ran her hands across Terence’s smooth cotton undershirt, his chest warm and firm under her touch as she tugged at the hem, wrenching it from the waistband of his pants. Realizing she was wearing a slip, Terrence skillfully unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor at her feet. Katherine firmly grabbed a handful of backside with a playful smile on her face and he raised his eyebrows at her. Terence returned the favour, except his hands were much larger and his arms much stronger. “Two can play at that game,” he quipped, and pulled her off her feet as she let out a shriek of surprise, laughing as he walked them toward the bed.

“Well, here we are,” he said matter-of-factly. “What should we do now?” She laughed gently as she tightened her legs around him.

“I’m really asking,” he said, lowering her to the bed and straightening up to remove his pants. “I want to know what you want. Because, thing is,” he continued, sitting down on the bed, “I can accommodate a wide range of preferences.”

She looked at him quizzically, wondering whether she was on the cusp of something she hadn’t expected. “I don’t, um… I mean I’m not into… at least I don’t think I am, but—”

“I enjoy sex with people who are enjoying themselves, plain and simple. No strings attached, no tricks. I’ll enjoy myself if you’re enjoying yourself. It’s just kind of how I operate. So: beautiful, charming, intoxicating woman, what would you enjoy, darling?” He playfully rubbed his hardened front against her and she inhaled heavily. He smiled as he felt her desire for him dampen the fabric between them, but he still waited for her answer. “I’m pretty sure my only kink is a man who knows what he’s doing,” she laughed, pulling him close.

“That is a need I can most definitely accommodate, at least so the reviews have told me.”

“Hmmm, I’d like to follow up on that, is there a reference I could contact?” Katherine teased.

“No, but there is a 100% satisfaction guarantee: if you don’t finish, I don’t finish.” Terence quipped, his voice muffled in Katherine’s neck.  

“What do you want?” Katherine asked, seriously.

“Honestly?” Terence paused, “I would really love it if the neighbours heard you all the way from wherever the hell they are.”

 "I think I can work with that,” Katherine replied with a hawkish grin. Terence immediately took off his shirt and helped remove her slip, revealing a black lace bra which he unhooked with one hand and let fall away. 

“You’re already more proficient than 99% of the people I’ve been with,” she laughed. 

 “Let’s see if we can’t beat that last 1% shall we?” He pressed two fingers against her last remaining undergarment. “You’re so wet, darling, I can feel you through your underpants.”

He lay her back on the mattress, slowly tugging at her underwear. He kissed the margin where fabric and warm skin met, looking at her with a question on his face. She nodded enthusiastically. “Please,” she panted. He returned on top of her and she noticed he had removed the last of his clothing as well. She swallowed thickly at the sight of his naked body lowering on top of her. “Not too fast,” she murmured in his ear.

“Darling, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he reassured her, softly caressing her curves as she grew accustomed to his touch. He slowly kissed his way up her legs, teasing at the borders of her dark curls with his thumbs, listening to her hold her breath with anticipation. “If you want me to stop—”

“Don’t you dare,” Katherine blurted out, eagerly meeting his lips.

 Terrence smiled against her as his fingers slowly found their way to her centre and dragged languorously to her tip where they circled slowly. She let out an exhilarated gasp followed by a gentle moan as she pressed lightly into his hand. Terence felt a rush of gratification at how responsive she was to his touch. He teased a finger at her opening. Katherine drew a sharp breath as she felt his finger slip inside her. She clumsily reached out with her right hand searching, looking to give him something in return. She found what she was looking for.

Terence let out a satisfied moan and kissed her hard, swallowing Katherine’s sounds of pleasure. He gently pulled himself out of her hand as he shifted himself back between her legs, “There’s plenty waiting for him later.” With that, he disappeared, his tongue and fingers now proficiently navigating her most intimate topography. Katherine pursed her lips trying to control the sound that was escaping from her unbidden.

Terence raised his head briefly and kissed her luxuriously on the thigh. “The neighbours won’t hear you if you don’t let your beautiful voice out.” He smiled at her, memorized the expression on her face—a mixture of pleasurable agony and astonishment—and then returned between her legs. A wave of icy heat shot through Katherine’s body as she began to tremble, her voice grew louder as her fingers clutched the sheets on either side of her. She fell silent in the last moment before full release shot through her. Terence emerged from between Katherine’s legs and the puddle that had formed beneath her, an impressed, slightly amused expression on his face. “Very impressive. There really is a first time for everything,” he panted as he gazed down at Katherine’s trembling body. “Fuck,” she panted, looking up at him trying to recover, “oh jesusfuckingchrist.” She laughed, realizing what he had just said: “Wait. Wait. You mean you’ve never had a… I mean no woman’s ever…”

“Cum all over me? No, I can’t say I have.” They both laughed as Terence settled himself down on top of Katherine, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes that said they weren’t done yet. He kissed her passionately, buried his face him her neck, found every soft and sensitive patch of skin he could caress with his lips, his fingers tangled gently in her hair.

“I take it the customer is satisfied?” He teased.

“I don’t think I’ll be asking for a refund,” Katherine laughed breathlessly.

“Well, hopefully you’re not too satisfied just yet. You see, that was just the test drive.” Terence grinned a wolfish grin and pressed his body against hers.

“You should be careful, Terence,” Katherine warned, half serious. “I could really get used to this.”

Playfully, he urged her back to the task at hand, eager to connect more thoroughly. “Permission to proceed further?”

“Permission granted,” she answered, gutturally as she locked eyes with him. He raised an eyebrow and the rest was a blur—gasps, shudders, and moans filled the room as the two became a tangled mass of hair, legs, and hands. Sweat gathered on their glowing skin as they basked in sensation, drinking each other in, grasping at each other wherever they could as if there were too many molecules of air separating them, as if they could always be a little closer and him a little deeper. They were completely lost in pleasure, moving from one position to another, Terence changing pace just often enough to keep them both teetering on a knife’s edge. Finally, Katherine felt a hand come to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves and she felt everything shake as her hips faltered in their rhythm. Her voice was full and round with pleasure as Terence felt her body turn on a dime, felt her start to clench around him, her voice and breath shift as she started to call out with every swear word she could think of as she felt everything go white hot. They came undone at the same time, pressing hard against one another, still somehow not close enough.

They stayed there, panting on one another for a little while as they got their bearings. Terence shot Katherine a goofy expression as he tied their condom in a knot and threw it in the trash. Finally, Katherine got up to pee and they both cleaned themselves up before flopping back into bed, gulping cool water from the glasses Terence had brought back from the kitchen. Finding a dry patch to lie on, however, proved difficult. “Come here,” he said, opening his arm for her to nestle into the crook of his shoulder. Katherine sleepily obliged, crossing a leg over him, tracing a circle on his sternum with her finger.

“I wasn’t kidding about me getting used to this, Terence. You should be careful.” Katherine joked.

“I guess we both should be careful, then. Because I think I could too.” Katherine’s eyes snapped to meet his, trying to see if he was joking, but all she found was sincerity and tenderness. She raised her palm to the side of his face and he leaned into its warmth before kissing it: “I mean it, Katherine. You’re magnificent in every way.”

They both lingered for a moment in the realization that this was likely more than just one night of passion and indulgence, simultaneously hoping it might be more but not wanting to say so and risk an uncomfortable conversation.

“I must say this was a pleasant surprise, to say the least” He left a lingering kiss on the top of her head as he inhaled. Exhaled.

“Something tells me you encounter ‘pleasant surprises’ on a regular basis.” Katherine hoped she was wrong but tried to sound casual.

“No, actually, not often at all. Only when I want to connect with someone which isn’t always easy for me… hence my efforts to be... accommodating. So that when I do find an interesting person, there might be less of a barrier.”

“So you’re very physically available…”

“But am I emotionally available, you wonder?” Terence was quiet for a moment, and Katherine raised herself up onto her elbow to see his face. He looked up at her, his eyebrows baleful. He sighed and Katherine felt her stomach sink. “Let’s just say you were right about my bookshelf.”

She looked at him quizzically. “Impenetrably enigmatic?”

“I’m more vulnerable than I let on,” he admitted with difficulty. “It’s—been a long time since I’ve been... open to someone. In that way.”

Katherine nodded, her jaw tightening as she broke eye contact and looked away. She was grateful for the connection they had shared, the chemistry, the banter and company—not to mention excellent physical compatibility. But... 

“But,” he said, sitting up and placing a hand on her shoulder, “if you can bear with me a little bit, I could very quickly get back up to speed.”

Katherine smiled at him, relieved and surprised, affection swelling in her chest. “I would like that.” She settled back onto his chest and Terence rested his lips on the top of her head once more, feeling a piece of himself deep within crack open that had been shut tight for a very, very long time.

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Hey, not sure if this is the right place to get advice for this but figured I’d ask! I’m a really sweaty person and all my tops, especially in the armpit area, stink of sweat even after I’ve just washed them. This means I’m throwing my tops out after a month of wear due to the smell. Do you have any tips for getting rid of the smell or stopping sweating so much in general? Thanks in advance!

Reminder to check the tags, this is copy-pasted from a recent ask under the tag “sweat”!

Here are a couple of ideas:

Bring a change of shirt

wear undershirts

Wear sleeveless tops

You can buy these little pads to stick to the underarms of your shirts if you want!

Avoid colors like white, light grey, or light blue, as they’ll show sweat stains more

Wear flowy tops with sleeves that aren’t close to your skin, like linen

Wear cotton bras and underwear for maximum breathability

Make sure your deodorant is an antiperspirant. These usually contain aluminium salts as the active ingredient, from 7% up to 20% in the clinical strength ones. Just deodorants will help you smell nice but won’t stop sweating.

Maybe try an antiperspirant/deodorant made for men, they might be stronger

I use Secret clinical strength antiperspirant deodorant, and I still sweat a ton, but it doesn’t smell

Some people think that aluminium-based products are unhealthy, so read up on it and talk to your doc to make the best decision for you!

There are prescription strength antiperspirants, and the condition called hyperhidrosis is actually really common, and there are some treatments for it that your doc can help you with!

Good luck, take care!– Mimi

[worldbestdiy]

DIY | Top  Reasons to Use Vinegar in Laundry  | Creative DIY Ideas

How to Remove Underarm Stains and Odor from Clothes... Tips to remove sweat smell from clothes. The first and foremost thing you can do is to wash sweaty clothes as soon as it is taken off the body. Always wash sweaty clothes without keeping them too much in the laundry bin. The odor will set and it will be hard to remove. The faster you can wash them the better it will be washed out. Using warm water to wash clothes can help. You should check the label of the garment and use the highest possible temperature you could use on the type of fabric. DIY Project Details: worldbestdiy.com.blog

Polyester doesn’t tolerate very hot water. Wool shrinks in hot water. So be cautious and err on the side of caution. But warm water helps.

Soak the garment for 10 minutes in a strong detergent. If the sweat smell is intense soak for 30 -45 minutes.

You can soak in the washing machine itself. What I do is, work the machine, then when the cloth is immersed in water after one tumble, off the machine for 30 minutes ( My machine has only 10 minutes soak option ) then power on the machine again.

If the clothing is stinking with the smell, use an antiseptic lotion (like Dettol) in the washing cycle.

Many people vouch for this. One problem is, you may not like the strong antiseptic smell.

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You will need to rinse the clothing thoroughly in fresh water to remove the antiseptic smell and dry it in the sun. But if the sweat smell is overwhelmingly bad this is a solution.

Alternatively, you can soak the sweaty clothes in a bucket with water mixed with two-three teaspoons of white vinegar.

Soak for half an hour. Wring it out and put the clothes in the wash. Another great option is to soak in an oxygen bleach solution. This is supposed to be a wonderful remedy for BO on clothes.

A thorough wash in the washing machine with a good quality detergent can remove most fresh sweat smells.

Ensure that the washing machine is not overloaded. If the clothes do not have space in the machine to be tumbled properly and washed, the odor and sweat would not go.

Also for really sweaty clothes add one more rinse cycle if your machine allows that.

Take out from the machine as soon as the wash is complete to be hanged. Hang the washed clothes out in the sunshine and clean air to dry. It is better to skip the spin dryer

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The fabric conditioners available in the markets have such a lovely smell.

You can put a capful in the final rinse for a lingering smell. But I am a little concerned about using them daily in the wash especially because everyone in our house is allergic.

You can add a teaspoon of vinegar in the final rinse water for a more natural remedy. The foul odor of vinegar will fade when the cloth dries.

For stubborn sweat smells which do not go away with washing – Some people have had success with Baking soda – that magical all-purpose cure for all problems (it is even supposed to cure cancer!).

Just make a thick paste of baking soda with water and spread it on the sweaty places. Wait for 10-15 minutes before putting the clothes to wash.

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Another remedy I have read about is to use crushed aspirin tablets and spreading it just like baking soda in the sweaty area.

All these are harmless chemicals that would not harm your body in any way. Check out this post for more ideas like this.

vodka for sweat smell removal. If you keep alcohol at home and have a bottle of Vodka and do not mind using it for any other purpose than rejuvenation or whatever you intend to get from a swig or two.

use it on sweat – it is a surefire remedy for sweat smells – Use 1:3 ratio of vodka: water and spray on the area before washing.

Use Borax powder to remove sweat smell – Just mix Borax powder with some water and a drop of lemongrass essential oil. Keep in a spray bottle. Spritz on the sweat areas before wash.

For white clothes with a sweaty smell, a good bleach diluted and soaked will work to destroy the bacteria and render the clothes white again (the yellow sweat stain will vanish with the bleach).

If you are averse to the use of such chemicals, you can try lemon juice. It is supposed to be bleaching and the lemon smell will take away the sweat smell.

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Washing soda has been used for a long time for stubborn smells. Just add some teaspoons in the wash.

If sweat smell is still there, use the fabric brush on the area. But you have to realize that hard scrubbing brushes may destroy the texture of the fabric surface.

Tips to Prevent Armpit Stains on Shirts. Wear an undershirt to help protect the outer shirt. If an extra layer is just not possible, try switching to an aluminum-free deodorant.

Read the labels and you’ll find that antiperspirants have varying levels of aluminum compounds. After applying deodorant, allow it to dry before dressing to prevent rub-off on fabrics. If you don’t have time to wait, a couple of blasts of air from a hairdryer to the underarms will do the trick. DIY Project Details: worldbestdiy.com.blog This will also help with those white zebra stripes on the fabric. If you have perspired on a shirt, wash or dry clean it as soon as possible. Stains are much harder to remove once they become set in. Keep a spray bottle of undiluted white distilled vinegar handy and spray the underarm areas of both white and colored shirts before washing. Give the vinegar time to work, at least ten or fifteen minutes, before washing as usual. If you notice the beginnings of yellow stains, stop tossing the shirt in the dryer until you can treat the stains. The heat can set in residual stains making them almost impossible to remove. Dry white shirts in the sun to increase the whiteness.

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Remove Armpit Stains on Colored Shirts. Underarm stains are very evident on white shirts because the fabric turns yellow.

While they may not be as apparent on dark colored shirts, they are there.

The underarm stains from deodorant and body soil trap bacteria, cause odor, stiffness, and discoloration of the fabric.

If the deodorant build-up has left the fabric stiff and a heavy sweat odor is present, mix a one-to-one solution of white distilled vinegar and water and use a soft-bristled brush or an old toothbrush to scrub the armpits before soaking.

Fill a washing machine or large bucket with cool water and add one cup of white distilled vinegar.

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Add the colored shirts and allow them to soak for at least 30 minutes.

Wash as usual in cool water with a heavy-duty detergent.

Use Baking Soda to Reduce Armpit Odor. If you notice a lingering odor after washing, baking soda can boost the cleaning power of your laundry detergent.

Baking soda helps regulate the pH level in the washer’s water and adding one-half cup to each laundry load will help detergent work more effectively and reduce bacteria.

For heavy perspiration odors, use baking soda as a presoak. Dissolve one cup of baking soda in some warm water.

Fill the washer tub or a large sink with cool water and add the dissolved baking soda. Submerge stinky clothes and allow them to soak overnight and then wash as usual.

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Five Things Nobody Tells You about Having Kids

I think before you have children there are certain things you just know: childbirth will HURT, babies cry a lot, changing diapers isn’t for those with a strong gag reflex and you can wave bye-bye to sleeping in ever again. Oh, and your social life goes from nights out clubbing to afternoons spent clutching overly-sweet fruit punch at your friends’ children’s Princess-themed birthday parties. We all know those things, but there are also aspects of parenting that nobody seems to discuss and after 14 years on the front lines, I think I know why they’re so taboo. Because if you knew, you’d never, ever venture into this crazy world of parenthood.

Vomit

Dear god, the vomit. I’m not talking about a little milky trickle out of baby’s mouth after too much breastmilk or formula. I’m talking about all three of my children suffering from extreme motion sickness on every single plane, car, train, boat and moving vehicle we’ve ever been in. I have so many bad memories involving vomit but a couple stand out – like the time we flew back from Chicago when my twin boys were 7 and my daughter was 4. All three of them had been sick on the plane. We had barf bags being thrown at us by air stewards, other passengers, the pilots. One of my sons barfed so much he had nothing clean left to wear. After the hellish flight we walked through Vancouver airport to claim our bags, heads held high, him dressed only in his underpants and sneakers and my husband’s undershirt.

That wasn’t even my lowest vomit-related moment as a mom. That came two years later when all three children picked up the stomach flu on the same night. At around 10 p.m. I heard the first cry come from my daughter’s room. She had puked all over her bed. As I was cleaning her up I heard crying from my twin boys’ room. They were both feeling sick too. I ran to get my husband and some buckets and then for four excruciating hours we took turns going room to room consoling and cleaning and changing pajamas and sheets. At 2 a.m. my husband gave up and went to bed and I continued my lonely vigil until 6 a.m. The next day as I blearily surveyed the chaos, I realized one of my sons had thrown up all over the top bunk. Have you ever tried to clean vomit from a top bunk? It should be added to an interrogator’s torture arsenal. I considered packing my bags and leaving the country that day.

Lice

Oh those evil little creatures that make themselves at home in our hair, their legs seemingly coated in superglue. Three years ago my children’s elementary school had a lice infestation. It spread like wildfire among the students. Letters were sent home and panic was discernible among parents huddled in groups at pick-up. Of course all three of my children got it. I can’t even count how many hours I spent washing sheets, pillow cases and blankets and treating and combing out their hair. It became a full-time job but my daughter just couldn’t seem to shake it. We tried every over-the-counter shampoo treatment, different combs and removal techniques.  

After a year of my daughter picking up lice every couple months we had no choice but to call in some experts. I found a local company who came over and sold me their lice shampoo and extra-special lice comb. Then one of their employees spent hours meticulously picking out every last mite and egg on her head and she was finally lice-free. It hasn’t come back again, but if I so much as see any of them scratch their heads now I jump into action, picking through their hair like an over-eager monkey. Not on my watch you evil brown insects!

Poop, Farting, Belching

I lump these three together in a category because I feel like each one alone is maybe tolerable but all three together are a trifecta of grossness. We know dealing with poop is not the most fun thing to do and I won’t make things worse by discussing my poop stories because every single parent has poop stories. Are you even a parent if your toddler hasn’t at least once take their poopy diaper off and smeared the contents all over a crib or a wall?

When our babies are born we’re obsessed with their poop because they can’t communicate so their bowel movements give us information on how their little tummies are doing. We discuss the colour and consistency of their poop with other moms, ad nauseum. Now, many years later I have two 14-year-old boys who think anything poop or fart related is absolutely hilarious and I want nothing to do with it. They’re constantly trying to gross me out by farting and belching and regaling me with toilet humour. I no longer have any desire to know anything about anyone’s poop, and finding an un-flushed toilet is not what I consider a fun time.

Smells

It’s amazing how much little humans smell. I mean, we all smell, but most of us, by adulthood, have figured out how to control or disguise our natural body odours. I have a very sensitive sense of smell, so unwashed hands, sweaty armpits, smelly feet, morning breath – they’re all an assault on my nose and senses. I spend so much time asking my children these questions:

“Have you washed your hands?”

‘Did you put on deodorant?’

“When last did you wash your hair?”

“There’s no way you brushed your teeth!”

“Whose feet stink?”

It’s another skill to add to my ever-growing list of job descriptions I’ve taken on as a mother: hygiene monitor and expert!

Worrying

From the second your baby takes their first breath until the day you take your last breath, you will be worrying about them. You will worry about anything and everything they do at every single stage of their lives.

Babies: Are they sleeping, eating, breathing and pooping ok?

Toddlers: Are they growing at the correct rate, putting on weight as they should be?

Pre-schoolers: Are they social enough? Do people like them?

Kindergarten: Are they learning to read and write at the same rate as their peers?

Middle school: Are they studying enough, doing their homework and handing in assignments on time?

High-school: Are they drinking, taking drugs, hanging around with the wrong crowd?

I wish I could tell you it ends when they leave home but I haven’t experienced that yet and I know from other more experienced mothers in my life that it doesn’t switch off, ever. Even as my teenage boys and pre-teen daughter grow, I still sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and feel compelled to go check on them. I watch them as they sleep and a feeling of immense love and contentment washes over me. Despite all the vomit, lice, poop, belching, smells and grey hairs they’ve caused me, I wouldn’t, for a second, change who they are or what they’ve brought to my life.

[beautycarespace-blog]

Guide to the Best Deodorants for Sweaty Women

You’re hurrying to work when a feared inclination lingers over you. You feel sweat stains shaping.

There’s nothing more awful than feeling humiliating perspiration stains creep through your garments. What’s more, it’s not just folks — ladies get sweat-soaked as well.

Everybody sweats. Be that as it may, a few of us will in general perspiration somewhat more than others. What’s more, sadly for ladies, not all antiperspirants hold up under the sweat-soaked weight.

Uplifting news, however:

Sweating doesn’t need to meddle with your day by day life. In this post, we share nine best antiperspirants for sweat-soaked ladies and offer tips on the best way to pick the best antiperspirant for

 exorbitant perspiring.

Over the top Sweating and Hyperhidrosis in Women The amount you sweat relies upon a wide scope of elements — sexual orientation, weight, hereditary qualities, condition and diet. Despite the fact that men will in general perspiration more than ladies,

 ladies are not invulnerable to perspiring.

Hyperhidrosis is an ordinary marvel which makes females and guys sweat about multiple times sum expected to control one’s body temperature. A large number of ladies experience the ill effects of hyperhidrosis or intemperate perspiring.

Regardless of whether you don’t have hyperhidrosis, you may encounter minutes where you’re perspiring a ton. Fortunately, there are a ton of items that can oversee perspiring so it doesn’t meddle with your day by day exercises and demolish your certainty

 What to Look for in Deodorant

The best deodorant for women you are looking There are two fundamental kinds of antiperspirant and antiperspirant. Antiperspirants incidentally hinder your pores from discharging sweat. Antiperspirant focuses on the microscopic organisms in your armpits to counteract stench. Be that as it may, not all antiperspirants and antiperspirants are made equivalent. On the off chance that you need to deal with your perspiration, an antiperspirant is most likely the best choice. When you’re picking antiperspirant,

 remember these inquiries

 Perspiring levels

Are you always stressed over pit stains? In case you’re utilizing antiperspirant day by day are as yet battling with perspiration stains, you might need to take a gander at clinical-quality or remedy antiperspirants

 Aroma

Do you need something that smells pleasant? On the off chance that you need something for personal stench and perspiring, an antiperspirant is a decent alternative.

 Skin affectability

Is your skin delicate to hard synthetic concoctions or rashes? Is it effectively chafed? On the off chance that it is, you’ll need to search for an antiperspirant that is made of lotions to diminish disturbance.

 Fixings

While the fantasies about the reactions of aluminum-chloride have been exposed, many still incline toward characteristic alternatives.

 Best Deodorant for Sweaty Women

Since you comprehend what you’re searching for here are a couple of choices. Perhaps you’re a periodic sweater, or you burn some serious calories amid exercises. On the off chance that you encounter a couple of perspiring sessions all over, you can attempt a standard antiperspirant.

 Standard Deodorants

 ·         Bird Advanced Care Antiperspirant Deodorant

·         Antiperspirant-antiperspirant

·         48-hour security

Crisp smelling cucumber fragrance

consolidates antiperspirant and antiperspirant. Additionally, made of ¼ cream, so it’s not as bothering as different alternatives out there.

·         Degree Dry Deodorant

·         Antiperspirant

·         48-hour insurance

·         Clear: no white stains on attire

·         Clinical-Strength Deodorants

 In the event that you sweat routinely, you may need something marginally more grounded. Clinical- quality antiperspirants are a stage up from standard over-the-counter ones. They have a higher measure of aluminum.

Mystery Clinical Strength Smooth Solid Women’s Deodorant

·         Antiperspirant

·         48-hour assurance

·         Great for delicate skin: it’s made of ¼ cream and doesn’t have any liquor, making it a decent

·         choice for ladies who find different antiperspirants unreasonably unforgiving for their skin.

 Bird Clinical Protection Antiperspirant Deodorant

·         Antiperspirant

·         48-hour security

·         Moisturizing: a great alternative for delicate skin

·         Bend over your Protection with a Thompson Tee

 When you locate the correct antiperspirant, it’s a great opportunity to twofold down on perspiration insurance. An extraordinary perspiration evidence undershirt is the ideal sidekick to an incredible antiperspirant. With interesting Hydro-Shield innovation, the Thompson Tee has been created to keep your perspiration from leaking through your shirt. The shirts material retains the dampness and takes into consideration it to dissipate, keeping you crisp amid any circumstance. You can check also out our favorite natural deodorants.

 Source livebeautycare.wordpress.com

[janeymac-ie]

Wet wipes and plenty of changes of clothes. Works at LARP events. I’m not a very sweaty person and I’m not too physically active at events these days (my character has a desk job now) so I change base layers (underwear, thermal layers, socks) once daily, but sometimes I’ll notice I’m extra smelly and change underwear and undershirt in the middle of the day as well, especially at warm events.

Outer layers (trousers, shirt or tunic) I wear for a day and a half or two days depending on the event, though I’ve sometimes left them on all event for role play reasons (and was scrupulous about changing the layers beneath so they got dirty but not smelly. Fortunately the event was in October so it wasn’t that warm.)

Every time I change, and when I go to bed and get up, I give myself a wash with baby wipes, focusing on sweaty or smelly areas: crotch, armpits, boob-sweat areas etc. Your areas may vary, bodies are different etc etc. I also wipe my face and brush my teeth which always makes me feel fresher!

help im going to a con this summer and i want to not stink BUT i know from going to the same con previously that the only showers available are ice cold and also Gross(tm) and im not even sure there will be showers available at all if i dont pretend 2 be my assigned gender what do i DO

Wet wipes. Load up on wet wipes. And if you’re camping, get a bucket, heat some water up, and sponge bath. Done it myself when camping, works just fine.

[summylise]

Stood Up

Tagging: @solidscriptjess  @ftfanfics  @mushi0131

Rating: T+ for, like, two swear words because you can never be too careful. *shrugs*

Pairings: Nalu

Summary: Lucy was just about ready to celebrate her first anniversary when her date doesn’t even show. But what will happen when a certain someone decides to intervene and take matters into his own hands?

A/N: Heyyy!! This is my first fic!! I’m so excited to post this! I have to thanks @mushi0131​ for convincing me to write this one over the other AU’s that I will probably write in the future. I also have to thank my editor and one of my best friends @solidscriptjess​ for helping me not completely fall into a pit of nonsensical word vomit. Also, feel free to listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgKzqYPCyJ0&t=1901s while you read. I was imagining that this was the music that was playing in the background. Enjoy!

It was about an hour after she got to the restaurant that she realized he wasn't coming. After all of that talk about making their anniversary something special, Loke hadn't even the nerve to show up.

She'd already been through three glasses of water and was honestly considering ordering something a bit stronger just for the hell of it. She could go for a nice lemonade or something...her sweet tooth certainly wouldn't mind. Her stomach refused to stop growling. She’d ordered three trays of calamari already but she couldn’t bring herself to order a meal. Yes, she was getting annoyed but there was still a part of her that told her that he was coming even though she knew full well that he was probably off somewhere flirting the night away.

“That little...,” she grumbled. “When I get my hands on his scrawny little neck, I'm going to-”

She was interrupted by the now all too familiar clacking of her waitress’s heels that headed her way...again.

“Are you ready to order yet, ma'am?” the silver haired waitress asked for about the fourth time. She clutched a serving tray under her armpit and lifted her notebook from her apron. She didn't look particularly annoyed by the long wait. She was smiling for god sake, which was the farthest from anything Lucy was feeling at that moment.

She took a deep breath and plastered one of her fakest, most painful smiles on her face.

“I'm sure he’s just running a bit late. He should be here anytime now,” she responded, fingering the silk napkin on her lap.

The waitress, Mira (according to her name tag), blinked. She no doubt had caught on that Lucy’s date, in fact, was not going to be here tonight but she smiled anyway.

“Oh! Ok then. I'll be back in a little bit to check on you, ok?”

Lucy nodded and turned her head back to the wooden table. She reached for her glass of water before she remembered.

“Hey wait! Mira!” she called before the waitress was out of earshot. “Could you actually bring me a lemonade? This water is a little boring.”

Mira giggled.

“Sure thing!”

Lucy reached for her water again, this time with every intention of actually drinking it. Her eyes lifted to scan the room. An orchestra accompanied the harmony of hushed conversation and clatter of silverware on fine china. The posh guests sat with their backs as straight and poised as trees yet were unaffected by the relaxing melody of the piano. Lucy slumped in her seat and fondled her chewed up white straw. Her legs crossed, then uncrossed, then crossed again, accidently kicking the table stand in the process.

People watching was actually pretty interesting. Especially when you're awkwardly sitting at a table for two alone.

It was funny to see the variety of people present. Some were politely eating while conversing with their partner just like the stereotype of rich people that frequented themselves here. Most were stuffing their faces with the exquisite food.

To be honest, Lucy couldn't blame them. Many of them had never tasted high quality dining before unlike her who was practically raised on the stuff. Her father felt it necessary to treat her to the “finest Fiore had to offer” or something. She couldn't care less. If eating at nice restaurants meant not seeing her dad as much, she would be willing to starve.

She sighed and scanned the room again. Her eyes latched onto a couple sitting a few tables away. The thing that had caught her attention in the first place was the abnormal light blue shade of the woman's hair. But her attention held when she saw the way they looked at each other. Not only was the blue haired girl sitting with her face cupped between her hands like a corny romance movie but the guy was basically doing the same thing. Well, not the whole cupping-his-chin thing but he certainly was giving her puppy dog eyes. Lucy laughed under her breath. He was trying to do the whole “oh I'm not interested but I'll humor you” kind of thing but she could see the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of his partner.

Something inside her ached, longing for something as loving as that. She'd always dreamed of finding that perfect someone and settling down for the rest of her life. She just completely forgot about the whole trial-and-error process that was dating. Somehow, she found herself right in the middle of a relationship with one of those errors.

She shook her head and continued her journey around the restaurant. Her eyes stopped when they were matched by another pair of staring eyes. She blinked and cocked an eyebrow. The couple looked each other before giving her a sad smile.

Lucy flinched. Were they feeling sorry for her for being stood up? It was bad enough that she was beating herself up over it but now she was getting pity from strangers? She groaned and slipped deeper into her seat. She sighed and dropped her eyes to the candle in front of her. It’s orange glow flickered off the bars of the small gold bird cage surrounding it. A bead of wax began its molasses like decent down the side of the tall candle, ending its journey abruptly as it hardened before reaching the bottom.

Lucy groaned as she pressed her forehead to the starched tablecloth. This was going to be a long night if he didn't show up soon.

~~~

Another hour passed and Lucy was done waiting. She had already spammed his phone to a point where she was sure her own would spaz out and had tried calling him. Nothing. Just rang for a bit before going to voicemail.

She clenched the fist holding her phone, ignoring the fact that it was probably going to shatter if she squeezed any tighter.

“If I ever see that dumbass again, I'm going to kill him,” she said under her breath.

It didn't exactly help that more couples were joining the first group in sending her the not-so subtle pity glances. Everytime she looked up, she'd be greeted by another annoying date that felt bad for her. She didn't need their pity. She already felt bad enough as it was.

She huffed.

“Alright well fine. If he thinks he can stand me up, he's got another thing coming,” she muttered.

She snatched her purse from the floor and made a move to slide out of the small booth was sitting in.

“Leaving already? But I just got here,” said a deep scratchy voice behind her.

She turned to come face to face with a random guy with spiky pink hair. What was with these people and weird hair colors?

The pink haired man scooted around her and made his way to the other side of the booth.

“Sorry I'm late, babe. Traffic was awful,” he announced to the surrounding couples.

Lucy blinked. Who was this guy? And why did he call her babe?

The onlookers threw themselves into busy conversation with one another, acting as if nothing happened. Lucy huffed. These people absolutely sucked at subtlty.

She turned back to the stranger. His tan skin brought out the warmth of his deep red undershirt and his crisp clean suit allowed this strange man to blend in almost seamlessly to the posh atmosphere. Had his hair not been pink nor his eyes an intense gray, she would have been none the wiser.

The man gestured to the seat across from him, a crooked grin sliding onto his face. Before she could sit down all the way, he leaned in. Lucy caught the almost faded scent of a wood burning fireplace and something that vaguely reminded her of a thick forest.

“The name’s Natsu. Just go with it,” he suggested.

This random guy, Natsu he said his name was, just decided to sit down across from her because her date bailed? Not only that, but he pretended to be her date. Huh. Lucy grinned.

“What made you want to ‘be my boyfriend’?” she asked with air quotations before he could pull away.

His smirk grew and a devilish glint shined in his eye.

“Dunno. You looked pretty dumb all by yourself over here,” he confessed.

She knew she should have been offended. That kind of comment from anyone would offend her. Yet she couldn't prevent the bubbling laugh that escaped her lips at his goofy smile.

~~~

“Ok...umm...I have three siblings, I have a dog, and I live in a mansion,” Lucy deadpanned.

She bit her lip in an almost failed attempt to hold back one of the many giggles she let loose that night. Natsu grinned at the sound. He had heard it so many times that night and found that the melody was slowly growing on him. He wouldn't mind if he heard it some more.

Natsu squeezed his eyes shut, dramatically pretending to think. He lifted his fingers to stroke his imaginary beard while the other grasped Lucy's small hand.

They made their way down a small side street, past the chaos and pollution of the highway. Many of the different mom and pop stores on either side of them had turned their lights off and closed for the night, giving the near empty street a calm, more intimate feeling. Natsu looked up to the various constellations visible in the night sky. Despite the smog and light pollution from the city a few miles away, Magnolia somehow possessed the ability to clearly display all that the night sky had to offer. That and in distracting himself from his racing heart and sweaty palm that held the hand of one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen.

“Hmm...you can’t possibly live in a mansion. That's got to be a lie,” he offered. “Yes. Mansion. Final answer.”

Lucy released her laugh and squeezed his hand. Natsu glanced down at her before slowly letting his own chuckle go.

“Nope! I actually live in a mansion. Just over that hill, actually.” She pointed to a giant hill that rose at the end of the street. “I do not have any siblings.”

Natsu jumped back, releasing her hand. His mouth dropped.

“You live in a mansion?! That's so cool!” he gushed.

“Hey, you live near all of the shops and you can walk there,” she commented, poking a finger into his chest.

Natsu paused, contemplating Lucy's statement.

“Touché,” he said.

They walked a bit further, continuing their game of two truths and a lie. In that time, Lucy had learned that Natsu had a blue cat, a little sister, worked in a glass blower shop, and that he won the regional championship wrestling tournament in high school. That one probably shocked her the most. She couldn't believe that someone as lean as Natsu would be able to win a wrestling match, let alone the championship.

She took another two steps before stopping in front of her new black car. She turned back to Natsu when he didn't say anything.

“Are you sure you don't want to come with me? Your place isn't all that far from here and you really wouldn't be putting me out,” she tried again.

Natsu clutched his stomach at the thought of riding in a car.

“Nah, it’s ok,” he groaned. “I think the fresh air would do me good. Being inside that stuffy old restaurant was making me feel all claustrophobic.”

He shuddered dramatically.

Lucy couldn’t help but giggle again. In the short time that she had known him, Natsu had managed to make her laugh more than she had in the past month. Not even Loke could achieve a handful of snickers from her. She gripped the door handle and pulled it open.

“Hey, thanks for the save earlier. I really appreciate it,” she said, a genuine smile finding its way onto her face.

Natsu's face warmed and he stuffed his shaking hands into his jean pockets. He shifted his gaze to the cobblestone sidewalk. He shouldn't be this nervous around a girl he just met. Granted, he never did well around pretty girls but that was beside the point.

“Y-yeah. Don't m-mention it,” he stuttered.

Lucy beamed up at him. He stared back, his eyes catching on the way the starlight, though billions of miles away, sparkled and lit up her rosy skin. He saw way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the few freckles that peppered the edges of her face and seemed to disappear when her blonde hair fell past her ear. He saw the way her rich chocolate eyes shimmered when she talked about her writings or when he made her laugh. Tonight was probably the most fun he had in a long time and it was all because some idiot stood her up. He was completely baffled by how someone could do that, to her of all people. The more he had talked to her, the more he got to know her and appreciate her for her little quirks and the beauty that he saw in absolutely every part that she showed him. Some people are just so blind that they don't see the beauty right under their noses.

Lucy coughed, pulling him back to reality. Oh crap. He'd been staring again.

“So...it was nice to meet-”

“Willyougooutwithme?” he interrupted, jumbling his words together.

Lucy blinked up at him.

“C-can you repeat that?” she asked. She's pretty sure she knew what he said but she just wanted to be sure.

Natsu took a deep breath before looking Lucy straight in the eyes.

“Would you be willing to go out with me? On, like, an actual date? Where no one is stood up?” he tried again, a nervous smile sliding across his lips.

Lucy paused before her face broke into an abnormally large grin.

“Of course,” she responded. “I'd love to go out with you.”

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