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Did u ever write a story about a doctor having a messy sneezing fit while going down on someone? It was so hot but I can’t find it lollll

Hmmmm, could it be this one? 🤔 It's the only one I can think of that fits the description.

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Follow the yarn.

Savannah read the note on the kitchen table again, then she sighed. She was tired, today had been a bad day at work, she had lost a patient and that was always hard even if their chances had been slim to none in the first place. All she really wanted was a glass of wine, something to eat – anything, she was starving! – and then fall asleep watching the evening news. Whatever adventure Linda had planned was sweet, but she really wasn’t in the mood.

The yarn was loosely tied around the back of one of the chairs, so she untied it and began to gather it up. She could at least follow it, and if it led to somewhere Linda was, she would give her a kiss and let her know she wasn’t in the mood for games today. If it led to yet another ridiculous lead, she’d just go back inside and take a shower instead. Maybe leave her own note on the table for when Linda gave up and came back inside to look for her.

It went through the backdoors onto the deck and then into the garden, past the rose bushes that Linda was so proud of. Linda had always been careful to only plant flowers that didn’t mess with Savannah’s allergies, but the neighbours weren’t as considerate, and the air was saturated with the scent of jasmines, mixing with the scent of roses. There was a sweet, tickly scent of grass that had been cut earlier in the day in some of their neighbours’ gardens too, and Savannah’s nose was already informing her that it had concerns. Always the diva.

She turned around the rose bushes and stopped. Apparently this treasure hunt was a short one, because her very own treasure was sitting right there on a blanket, reading a book. She looked up and smiled. Next to her was a picnic basket, a bottle of wine, and two glasses. The afternoon sun painted the whole scene in shades of gold, and Savannah suddenly felt like crying.

“Hi, baby,” Linda said, putting the book away. “Dr Ellis gave me a call when you left work. He told me that you might need some TLC.”

“He did, huh?” Savannah shook her head, but she smiled. “What a tattletale.”

“He just cares about you. We should all have workplace friends like that.” Linda patted the blanket. “Come here, and I’ll TLC the shit out of you.”

“Oh dear, that escalated quickly,” Savannah chuckled, shrugged out of her jacket, dropped it on the edge of the blanket, and then sat down next to Linda. Linda scooted closer, took off Savannah’s glasses and placed them safely in the basket, cupped her face in both hands, and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“I got you,” she whispered. “You’re home now, baby. You don’t need to be strong and decisive right now.” She leaned her forehead against Savannah’s. “Let me carry that weight for you. Let it go.”

At first Savannah thought that the sniffle that escaped her was because of the pollen and the strong scents teasing her allergic nose, but then she realised that she was beginning to sob.

“There it is,” Linda murmured and put her arms around her, pulling her closer into her embrace. “It’s okay, honey. I got you.”

Savannah cried against her wife’s shoulder for several minutes before the tears began to subside and she felt better. Even more exhausted, but better. When she loosened herself from the embrace, she was embarrassed to see the mess that she had left behind on Linda’s neck and shoulder.

“Oh God, I got tears and snot all over you,” she mumbled.

“I know,” Linda said. “Don’t worry about it.” She reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a tissue box. “I came prepared.”

She quickly wiped herself off – more to ease Savannah’s embarrassment than for herself – and then took another tissue and gently dabbed the mascara-infused tears from her wife’s face, then she took a third tissue and held it to Savannah’s pink, damp nose.

“Blow.”

Savannah looked mortified for a moment. Linda didn’t flinch.

“Just blow your nose, honey.”

The sensation of the tissue rubbing against the sides of her nose, already sensitive from the crying and the allergens alike, was suddenly too much for the poor doctor, she snapped forward with a sudden sneeze, half captured into the Kleenex, half captured into Linda’s hand.

“Huhh-IGTSSCHew!”

“Oh my God, Annie,” Linda chuckled, “bless you!”

“I’m so sorry, the pollen…”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I didn’t take that into account…” Linda said as she helped her wife get cleaned up. “I just figured you could use some sunshine instead of artificial light. At an hour when even your translucent skin won’t burn,” she joked. Then she put her thumb and index finger underneath Savannah’s chin, tilting her head upwards until Savannah looked her in the eye. “Do you want to go inside?”

Savannah didn’t even want to stand up, a sentiment she conveyed via a drawn-out groan and a grimace.

“Will you be alright, then? I can go inside and get your meds if you…” Linda began, but Savannah silenced her with a kiss.

“I’ll be fine. It’s just sneezing.” She kissed her again. “Please, tell me you have something that resembles food in that basket, I’m so hungry I could eat the basket itself."

"I wouldn’t drag you out here for a picnic if I only had the basket to offer,” Linda laughed. “Sit tight, and…”

“EeeIISSSH-ISSSHEWW!!” Savannah barely had time to turn away and aim the spray towards the rose bushes. Droplets misted the pink petals like dew, glistening in the gilded sunlight, it was almost pretty.

“… I was going to say smell the roses, but I guess sneeze on the roses works too,” Linda said with a shrug. “Bless you.”

She took out sandwiches, a salad, chicken drumsticks, cheese and crackers, and mixed fruit.

“Oh that looks delicious,” Savannah nearly whimpered. “I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Well, stop being so polite then, dig in,” Linda said, handing her a sandwich. While Savannah began wolfing down the sandwich, Linda poured the wine, and then they ate in silence. Well, Savannah made some appreciative noises as she ate, and sometimes she sniffled, but there was no conversation. Linda enjoyed the food, but if she was completely honest, she enjoyed watching Savannah enjoying hers even more. Savannah was so good at pushing her needs aside when she had to, but Linda loved filling those needs.

Eventually Savannah leaned back, sighing deeply.

“Ugh, now I’m so full I can’t move. I have to unbutton…”

She unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned her skirt, taking a deep breath, and pinched her stomach with a look of surprise so comical that it made Linda choke on her wine.

“Can you move now, at least?” Linda asked once she had managed to avoid spitting red wine all over herself.

“Yeah, now I can move,” Savannah replied and dramatically let herself fall backwards with her head into Linda’s lap. “But I still don’t want to.”

“You don’t have to.”

Savannah made a little purring sound of contentment as Linda slowly began stroking her hair, a soothing, gentle touch. They stayed like that for a bit, resting, listening to the buzz of bumblebees and the light breeze moving through the trees further back in the yard.

There was of course that other sound as well, just as much of a background sound as the other summery sounds this time of year; Savannah’s light, but continuous sniffling. Now and then she cleared her throat or swallowed, not because her throat was sore but because it was itchy.

Linda looked down at her, noticing the flaring of her reddening nostrils.

“You really need to sneeze, don’t you?” she chuckled, brushing her finger against the tip of her wife’s twitchy nose. Savannah scrunched up her whole face and groaned.

“It’s the grass. Someone… snrrrfff… must have mowed their lawn earlier.”

“At least that wasn’t me,” Linda said. “I think it’s Williams’s.”

“Yeah… whoever the culprit is…” she rubbed her nose with the heel of her hand, producing a squelching sound within the offending nostril, “I feel like I have a whole lawn’s worth of pollen in my n-nose anywahhh… ahhyISSSHGTTH!”

She turned her head to sneeze, but in her itchy desperation, she didn’t turn away from Linda, but towards her, ending up sneezing violently with her face pressed against Linda’s inner thigh.

“Whoa!” Linda exclaimed, involuntarily arching her back a little. “Careful!”

But Savannah was too caught up in the allergic drama that her nose created and could do nothing but give in to yet another sneeze, then two and three more, tensing and shuddering against her wife’s body each time a sneeze overtook her.

"EeeyISSSHEW! Heh! HehhAASSSCHHoo! AaaGTSCHK-iihSSHEW!"

Savannah was still sneezing, and Linda was squirming.

“Honey, um, you’re…”

Savannah, finally able to get her tickly nose back under control, turned her head again and looked up at Linda.

“Ugh… snrrff… what?”

“You’re right down in my business.”

Savannah looked puzzled for a moment, then it dawned on her.

“Oh.” She bit her lip, but couldn’t completely fight back a smile. Or perhaps it was more of a smirk. “Should I apologise…?”

“If you don’t plan on following up what you accidentally started, yes,” Linda said, gently tugging at the other woman’s hair in a playful imitation of punishment. “Then you should absolutely apologise.”

“Did I… get you wet?” The innocence in her congested voice paired with the devilishly naughty look in her eyes almost did Linda in there and then. “I mean, I did sneeze on you, so I probably sprayed you…”

“I don’t know about that part, but you certainly…” Linda began, but trailed off when Savannah sat up and kissed her. She tasted of the fruit and wine that had finished their meal, and her nose, pressed against the side of Linda’s, was inflamed and hot to the touch, quivering as the persistent prickle within refused to stop just because she had more interesting things to tend to.

“… uhh… you’re certainly getting me wet in other ways…” Linda mumbled.

“Uh-huh…” Savannah traced the tip of her tongue along Linda’s lips, teasing her, almost daring her to kiss her back. “… that was unintentional.” She put one hand under Linda’s skirt. “… before, I mean.”

“It’s intentional now, huh?” Linda asked, running her fingertips very, very lightly down the back of Savannah’s long, slender neck.

Savannah moaned against her lips.

“Oh yeah… so fucking intentional,” she breathed. Linda raised her eyebrows slightly at the expletive; Savannah did use pretty strong curse words sometimes, but it was rare enough that it was an occasion each time. Before she could make any kind of remark, though, Savannah pressed her face against the curve of Linda’s neck and shoulder and stifled another sneeze.

“NnnGThh! Oh…” Instead of pulling back, she kept her face pressed against Linda’s skin, rubbing her nose against her. “S-so itchy…” Linda was about to bless her when Savannah’s nose rubbing/nuzzling turned into something else; a light bite.

Savannah may have started this by accident, but she was definitely in the mood herself now, and she knew what drove Linda crazy with arousal.

“Oh God, Annie…”

“You like that, huh?” As if she didn’t know that. “What shall I do with you, Lin?”

“Fuck me, maybe?” Linda suggested in a breathless voice.

“Oh I’m getting to that, I just haven’t decided how…” Savannah turned to the side, away from Linda this time, and sneezed several forceful, spraying allergic sneezes, more and more affected by the constant onslaught of pollen and allergy-provoking fragrances by the minute.

“HehhiissSSHH! HahhyiSSSSHEW! EeeIISSSHEW! Ugh!” She shook her head and sniffled before she continued; “I don’t want to sneeze if I’m giving you oral…”

“I don’t care right now,” Linda replied. “I don’t care, you may sneeze all over me, as long as you fuck me, because I fear I’m going to explode otherwise.”

“Ah, well, we can’t have that, can we?” Savannah said with a grin, still a bit uncertain if giving her wife oral while being a drippy allergic mess was a good idea, but willing to give it a try. She gently pushed Linda down, so she was lying on the blanket, pulled her skirt up and her panties down… then she had to duck into her own shoulder to sneeze again, a thick, messy half-stifle. “Oh God, hodey, I’b dot sure this is a good idea,” she sniffled. “I’b godda sdot all over you.”

“Then snot all over me,” Linda said in a tone that was not to be argued with. “We do have running water and soap for a shower afterwards, you know.”

One more look to confirm that Linda really was onboard with this endeavour, and Savannah tossed her hair back over her shoulders and got down to business. She was as methodical a lover as she was in every other aspect of her life, but that didn’t mean that she was predictable. Her relative inexperience – having had only one sexual partner before Linda, and that in a time when you couldn’t just look up lesbian sex in media or anywhere – made her a little bit shy, still after their years together, and she rarely took the initiative to sex altogether on her own. She would respond eagerly, even aggressively sometimes, if Linda indicated that she was in the mood, but she was rarely the initiator. Even less so when she felt unattractive, and let’s face it, dripping with snot and sneezing every two minutes hardly counted as attractive.

But Linda had told her to go on in no uncertain terms, so Savannah leaned down, between Linda’s parted legs, placing light, teasing kisses on the insides of her thighs, going higher and higher up. While Linda perceived this as playful, it was actually because Savannah was wrestling with that intense prickle in her nose and didn’t want to be face-deep inside her wife’s vagina when the sneeze finally decided to burst out of her.

Linda moaned, which made Savannah smile, even as she struggled to hold back the building sneeze. But suddenly she had no choice anymore, the itch was just too intense.

“S-sorry… I’b godda sdeeze…” Savannah whispered, her lips hot and swollen as she spoke the words against Linda’s flushed skin. “The grass… ehhh… eeehGtschkk! Huh-nGTSSHggh!” She sniffled desperately as some mess came out of her nose and onto Linda’s skin. “I’b so sorry…”

“Stop apologising,” Linda breathed, reaching for Savannah’s hand, lacing their fingers together, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I love you. I want you. It’s fine.”

Still with her hand in Linda’s, Savannah gathered what was left of her poise and began loving her wife with her mouth; hot lips and agile tongue. Linda moaned again, and Savannah varied the pressure and speed, circling her tongue around her clit, while trying to sniffle as discreetly as possible.

The pollen had really set up residence in the depths of her sinuses, and even though she was completely stuffed up at this point, it still felt like she could smell the freshly cut grass with each inhale. Yes, even in the position she currently was in. Even the taste and scent of her wife’s warm arousal seemed to be second to the prickly scent of grass. The itch it brought on was maddening.

“Annie�� I’m almost there,” Linda whimpered.

Thank God, Savannah thought, close to point of no return herself, albeit in a different way. She hoped she would be able to bring Linda all the way before her nose decided to steal the spotlight with what surely would be a full, messy fit of desperately allergic sneezes.

Linda was writhing on the blanket, her breathing quick and airy, one hand in Savannah’s and the other now grasping at the blanket.

“Oh God, baby… oh… oh God..”

Hearing Linda’s moans of pleasure made Savannah lose some of her focus and her nose seized the opportunity. She suddenly took that sharp breath that she had been fighting for minutes now, and sneezed before there was anything she could do to pull away or even turn to the side.

“HahRSSSHHuughh!”

Her head bobbed forward, as her whole body convulsed in an attempt at absorbing the force of the sneeze. Ironically, this sudden renewed pressure at just the right time and right spot, sent Linda into a whirlwind of an orgasm, stronger than anything she’d experienced before.

“Oh YES, fuck YES Annie!” Linda screamed and Savannah climbed up on top of her while Linda was still riding the climax, and kissed her hard to silence her.

“Hush,” she breathed against her wife’s mouth. “We’re outside, remember?”

“In our own garden, yeah,” Linda replied with a rascally grin, but she knew it was in their own interest to be discreet. She gave Savannah’s bottom lip a soft nip. “You worry too much.”

“HaaaGTSSSHugh!”

Savannah narrowly managed to turn her head away from Linda and thus avoided sneezing her point blank in the face, but the spray was abundant enough that some of it hit Linda’s face anyway.

“Oh God, I’b sorry…”

“Don’t be,” Linda murmured and caressed a strand of hair out of her wife’s flushed, tear- and snot-stained face. “Oh you look so allergic, poor thing.”

The itch was so bad it felt like tiny needles pricking the inside of her nose, and the back of her throat, and roof of her mouth, and it wasn’t surprising that she looked as allergic as she felt, but it still made her a bit embarrassed.

She began sitting up, grasping for the tissues but sneezing again before she reached them, spraying the sneeze all over herself. And then she sneezed again. And yet again, that full allergy attack no longer being held off, and she shook her head as if to clear it, sneezing again. She abandoned her attempts at reaching the tissues and simply cupped her hands over her mouth and drippy nose.

“EeeyISSSHEW! Hah! HahhEESSSCHHoo! HehhGNNTH-ehGTSCHgh-gihhSSHuuh! Ahh-ahhhISSSSHHH!”

Somewhere on the other side of her allergic haze, Linda said her name, and then a couple of tissues were pushed against her hands. Savannah took the whole wad and sneezed into it several more times before she managed to blow her nose.

It felt like forever, but eventually the fit tapered off and she could take a few deep breaths without hitching and begin cleaning herself up.

Linda smiled and kissed her wife’s cheek.

“Bless you, baby. I’m going to reciprocate that mind-blowing orgasm, but I think we should go inside and continue there, before you sneeze yourself to an aneurysm.”

“Good idea,” Savannah sniffled. “I didn’t think it would get this bad… snrrrfff… that damn cut grass, I can’t… ahhhEEESSChhhiew!”

“Yeah…” Linda sighed. “Worst timing ever.” She gave Savannah a mischievous glance. “Although it felt amazing when you sneezed into my pussy.”

“Oh God,” Savannah groaned. “Can we not mention that again?”

“Fine.” Linda kissed her deeply, then took her hands and began dragging her up on her feet. “But it really did.”

She put an arm around Savannah’s waist as they started making their way towards the house, just leaving everything.

They could clean up later.

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