Oil or grease

Usage examples of lubricant.

Stretching slows muscle dehydration by stimulating the natural tissue lubricants.

Not only does your milk taste of egg nog, so does your sexual lubricant and perspiration, especially in your armpits.

That, and the smell of fuel and lubricants, of ozone coming off the magcon shield, made this hangar more comfortable and homey than any set of quarters Wedge had occupied.

Experiments with pure carbon buckyballs have created a lubricant with almost no drag.

This coats the vaginal area with both spermicide and a lubricant, which protect against STDs and conception.

Just the thing to go with that glytex suit with the see-through lubricant ducts and tungsten bearings.

Some said mechs ate the slimy nuggets, while others thought it was a lubricant.

There, nestled in silk was a new dildo he had purchased for her, several plugs and other assorted devices, and several tubes of lubricants.

The nights that I nearly shoved toothpaste up my fanny and brushed my teeth with spermicidal lubricant!

Theres also a supply of condoms in assorted colors and some strawberry-flavored lubricant in here somewhere.

Offhand, I can only remember about a dozen test bores in which lubricant was absent or present in very small quantities, but I can look up the map references for you in a few minutes.

It's thought that buckyballs will make good lubricants -- something like molecular ball bearings.

We glided across the skin of each other, opened into the moistness of our mouths, and then the buoyance was a trap, we bobbed and jostled, cracking our elbows on the jade bottom of the bath, laughing, slipping and holding, gulping water, spitting, the natural lubricants of our bodies stolen by the foaming water so we skidded and scraped at each other but were together, then, together moving, our feet tangled in my shirt and one leg of my breeches working itself between our bellies, giggling and joyous, thrusting, Vanden long gone about his search for power cells, my hands holding Glade's hard buttocks, and her legs and arms trustingly about me while I drove us together, together, coming with cries, not with passion, no, not with obsession but with consolation and caring and, I don't know, perhaps with love.

Picard could actually smell what was wrong—detect little burnouts here and there, with distinct scents of different grades of lubricant and circuitry.

So the six of them sat down around the table and the waiters took their orders for conferential lubricants.