This has been brewing in my brain for years. Finally exorcising it.
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The sickness has been growing in her nose for days, from seed to bud to a full, blossomed head cold as of this morning. She can do nothing but lay sprawl in her four poster bed, flicking through mid-day soaps and cooking shows with as much vigor and interest as a corpse. She certainly feels like one, pale and flushed with a low fever.
The house staff had, at her insistence, stayed out of the room except to bring her lukewarm soups and mint teas–she would feel so guilty if one of them were to come down with the same plague as a result of changing her bedding or picking up used tissues. No, she can manage in her own contagious filth for a few days.
She is propped up on the quilted pillows, nestled beneath the downy duvet. A box of lotioned tissues sits beside her, waiting for the next one to be drawn in service of her running, red-rimmed nostrils. A sniff, then. And another. She pinches the corner of the tissue between two delicate fingers, as her breath begins to hitch. Eh! She lays the tissues across her palm. ehH! She holds it before her face. Eh-shCHTIEWW! The sneeze explodes in a mess of congestion, thick and viscous, into the tissue. “Ubgh,” she moans, rubbing the residue from her nose with the dry edge of the Puffs. She crumbles it in her hands, to her nose once more as another tischew! sneaks out. Thoroughly used, it is added to the ring around her. A halo of tissues on the duvet. She pulls another to blow with an unsatisfying gurgle and groan.
This cold is ravaging her. It has taken her body and infected her every orifice. Her nose is clogged, her ears thick, her eyes itchy and throat sore. She can feel, even, a dampness in her cunt, a tender throbbing at her clit where the silk of her pink chemise tickles as she adjusts her aching legs. Cold’s touch drags along her skin, leaving goosebumps and fevered flesh. It is breathing along her neck, hot and moist. It draws a finger along the bridge of her nose. A tickle, a hitch, a sneeze. HA-A-aCHTIEW! into the tissue clutched within her fist. It feels good to release them. It feels nice to rub her tender skin against the soft sheets, against the silk of her gown.
She feels Cold’s touch once more, returned now to her chest where some of the congestion has settle in her lungs. A cough loosens it, and shakes her breasts. They’ve fallen to the sides, loose and full without a brassiere to keep them in order. A brown aerola peeks out of the lacey cup of the chemise. Cold breathes against them, hardening the nipple. She exhales a rasping, breathy moan as Cold takes the nipple into its mouth through the silk. Damp with soft from her explosive sneeze, shining with fevered sweat. Its tongue swirls around the bud until its pert and poking through the side of the lace as well. Her other breast yearns to be released. A tickle, once more, to the side of her nose and a great, heaving sneeze–EchTIEWW! Ubgh, god–and the chemise slides to the side. Cold grabs both tits in its hands. Chilled yet warm. Large, bulbous nose tracing the soft flesh of them both as she hitches–heh–EhHH–HUHH!--but nothing comes of it, tissue and finger held beneath her nose.
But Cold has other ideas. It tickles her, tempts her, itches inside of her nose, and those membranes can barely contain themselves as she bursts once more, EhshCHTIEW, eschTIEW, ESCHTIEEEWW!
“Myb dose,” she mourns, but Cold cannot resist stirring yet another from her, cupping her breasts and soaking them with the hot, contagious mess that comes heaving out of her violent, chapped nose.
She has done so well for Cold, that cold forgoes her throat and her ears. Cold rubs her temples, lets the headache subside for a moment, and then reaches a finger to the hem of her chemise. It has ridden up well past her thighs, as she has writhed on the bed under the attention of the illness. Decency is no longer a priority. Curing the ache that is building between her folds, that has been building since the first sniffle all those days ago, is what must be done.
A finger, then, slips beneath the lace and traces the edges of her folds. She moans, head tilting back against the pillows, hand and tissue still held close to her nose. The itch is everywhere–behind her eyes, in her throat, building in her clit and in her nose. She grinds against the hand, desperate for pleasure, to put an end to the tease. Her eyes flutter shut. A hitch builds in her throat.”Yes,” she breaths, “Ye-Eh! ehH! Eh-shCHTIEWW!’
It’s like a spark. A flick of her clit at the same time as the sneeze, and her body feels electric. Hot in a way that is pleasuring, not feverish, for the first time in days. Cold is lapping at her, now. Tongue swirling around the clit in a careful dance that sends shivers through her, that has her breath itching once more. Ha-Ah! E-Eh-shCHTIEWW! She sneezes, uncovered, exposed. Snot strings land between her breast and she mops it up with a tissue. Grazing against her nipple makes her tremble. She drops the tissue to her sternum and plays with her nipple as Cold continues its ministration. Licking, circling, fluttering the tongue against the clit as mucus of a different sort begins to ooze onto the bed. “Oh mby,” she breathes. “Oh god,” she exclaims.
“I’b close,” she says, but of course Cold already knows. Cold knows her intimately, has nestled themselves into her as they move to lay across her, making her hot–too hot, nearly, feverish as they are–applying pressure to her plushy stomach and sticky breast. Cold’s fingers know the rhythm, they know how best to pleasure her just as well as they know how to make her achy, stuffy, tired, sick. Pleasure comes from pain, after all.
She continues to pinch one nipple while Cold’s mouth finds the other. Beneath gentle sucking of her tit, Cold breaths along her neck, whispering filth into her ear, “Myb snotty princess. Who bade you this way? Was it thadt mban in the store, coughing on the produce? Your coworker who cambe to work with a bad case of the sdniffles? Or was it just luck thadt led me to your bed?”
She squirms, desperate for release, the pressure building in her clit, in her nose. Cold flicks their tongue at the opening of her nostrils. Red, shiny, sore–they flare, irritated. Heh!
“I’bve got you –heH!-- in mby grasp,” Cold hisses sweetly, a hitch of their own. “Every pardt of you is consumbe by mbe-eh-EH!”
Ahh-AH-EH! She gasps.
“An-and-heH! All it took was one–heh!--little—aHEH!--SnbEEZZ–AAATCHOOO!”
Eh-shCHTIEWW! They sneezed, a thunderous symphony, as the orgasm rippled through her, arching her back, making her shout and gasp with heaving, congested release.
When her heart rate settled and her nose stopped twitching, it was only her and the tissues in the bed. She tucked her breast back into the chemise, sniffling. A shower, she felt, would do her some good.
God bless the caretakers who know exactly what to do without needing to be told. They just see their friend or partner’s pre-sneeze face and hand them the handkerchief they’re desperately searching for, or remove the steaming hot cup of tea from their hands, or gently turn their face into their shoulder so they can let loose without needing to worry about covering.
So I’m still sneezing. Probably doesn’t help I’ve been working weird hours this week and my sleep etc has been all inside out. So I’m still sneezing. 🤧
And the cold keeps rolling on. Plus side is it seems to be isolated to my nose and sinuses. I’m a little worn out after this week but mostly it’s just been congestion, a runny nose, and SO MANY SNEEZES. Please enjoy a couple clips from today 🤧😅 my nose is officially red and chapped.
sneezing while doing laundry. More specifically, sneezing while folding clean laundry.
It always happens to me; it's the dust/fibres in the air for me, I'm not sensitive to the detergent or anything. But imagine someone sneezing so much while folding laundry that their partner takes over, and when they object, the partner is like "hey, you're sneezing all over everything from underwear to table cloths, that's not exactly hygienic..."
So…this happens to me…not always folding the clean laundry but ALWAYS cleaning the lint filter. I will always sneeze at least two or three times when I clean out the lint filter. Sometimes that continues into sneezing while folding laundry but I try to angle away 😅
So with summer in full heat where I live, I’ve kinda seen my allergies die down a bit and I haven’t been nearly as sneezy as I was two or three months ago. Well yesterday I had some HUGE sneezes and a long drawn out fit that left my eyes watering and my nose runny and completely stuffed up.
And I went to bed last night kinda wondering if I was maybe catching a cold…
Wake up this morning and I have not been able to stop sneezing all day. Big, wet, harsh sneezes that snap me at the waist and leave me bleary eyed and sniffling. And the tickle WILL NOT go away 😩 anyway. See below for the craziness that was my nose today 😅
Got up this morning with my left nostril completely stuffed up but still running (the most annoying feeling) and feeling like I needed to sneeze. My hour-long commute this morning saw probably close to 20-25 sneezes (which is comparable to my bad allergy days) but these were definitely not allergy sneezes 😅
Big, teasing, harsh sneezes in slow doubles and triples, leaving me with watery eyes and no relief from the congestion in my left nostril 😩
I’ll post some clips from the drive later. Hopefully this is nothing too crazy and I’ll just sneeze a bit extra today and be fine 😅
If anyone wants to chat about how they’d like to bring me tissues my DMs are always open 😘
Walking through Costco yesterday and I felt a tickle in my nose. Didn’t think much of it, just rubbed my fingers under my nostrils a couple times, sniffed, and kept walking. Well…that tickle came back with a vengeance.
Right where two aisles intersect I stopped, and was overcome with the biggest, most body-bending sneeze. I had to turn so that I didn’t hit my head on my cart. Just two quick inhales… “huh…hah…” and then “HATSHEWW!!” And I instinctively brought both hands up to my face 😅😩
Straightened up, beet red, and got a couple bless you’s and immediately ran away to the farthest corner possible.
I came into work today and dang I don't know what happened over the weekend, if the cleaning crew got a new product or something but I have been ALL DAY fighting for my life with allergies.
I actually had to go into a private cubicle so I did not annoy other people- I sneakingly recorded this. Ignore me rambling about work stuff (Yes I angrily type at work)
Also no clue why they the snez was so squeaky-they are not normally that high pitched.
Something in the house I’m staying in is making my nose just super low level itchy almost all the time. When I do end up sneezing it is after the biggest most teasing build up I could possibly imagine, making me feel like maybe I won’t actually sneeze at all until the last second.
This morning was no exception. As I’m packing things up getting ready to leave, I feel the ever present tickle getting slowly bigger until my breath starts to draw in … and in again … and still more … fully thinking this is not going to work.
But it *does*. A forceful, strong, relieving sneeze followed almost immediately by a second one.
Bliss.
But then ten minutes go by and the tiny tickle is there again, right at the back of my left nostril. Guess I haven’t noticed that much because almost every day has been on the beach and out of the house.
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