Letter to the universe.

[sweetsalome]

    To whom it may concern,

            I respectfully refuse this as monday morning.  I don't like it, and I don't want it, please take it back and give it to me in a couple of days.  Whoever thought, that was a long enough weekend is clearly on something, and I don't like it.  Please don't make me go to school.

I hate you mondays.  Sooooo hard.

Salome.

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[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Can I fall asleep on your lap? Put my head on your shoulder?

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

That would be wonderful. I could get through a meeting with you in my lap.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Oh, see, now I am having dirty thoughts about all that. Nips lightly right under his ear.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

My brains are more than happy to be in that place. *He gently takes her jaw in his hand and gently nibbles her lower lip.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Groans softly, stretching her neck out so he can have whatever part he wants. I'll sit on your lap in a short skirt, think of it as easy access.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*It's his turn to groan as he can imagine her sitting in her tiny skirt in company meetings.* They will be the best meetings ever.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

It will be a test to see if we can both be quiet enough to get away with something. Nips at his earlobe. With all those people watching you. . .

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

I will most likely fail. I do not think I could keep that quiet with you. You make me feel so good that I cannot be quiet.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

You kept quiet in the club. You liked fooling around in the club, didn't you? Fingers slide down his chest slowly.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

True, I did manage that, but I cannot do that too often. And, I have to be truthful, I really do not desire to. I want the world to know how much you turn me on. *He's watching her fingers.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Smirking, she slides the palm of her hand over the front of his slacks. Do I turn you on, really? Is that why you have such a difficult time keeping your hands off me? I think you should prove it, boy.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*His hands slide around her waist and over her ass.* You always turn me on, sun goddess. I am like a sunflower, always turning for you. Do you feel me? *He rubs against her and he's definitely hard.* You are like the air. I have to have you to live.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Mmm I like you nice and hard for me. She uses her body and hand to rub his cock through his slacks. I think I would like you better down on your knees, boy. Your head between my legs.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*Hiro folds gracefully down to his knees, sitting on them Japanese style. He rubs his cheek against her thigh, then turns and kisses each one. Then his tongue drags up one until he's nuzzling her pussy. He kisses her, then his tongue laps lazily over her.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Her head falls back and she groans low in her throat, eyelids fluttering when she feels his delicate touch. Reaching down, she runs her fingers through his hair, the black strands tangling around her long fingers. That's a good boy.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*Encouraged, he begins to lap harder, broad, flat strokes of his tongue that covers a larger area. Then he points it and fucks her pussy with it He's softly moaning, his inarticulate sounds vibrating against her as his tongue penetrates her.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

He's driving her wild. He always does, but this impromptu oral sex was something else. A blush crawls up her cheeks as her whole body becomes very hot and flush. Her hips roll only slightly with his thrusts as her fingers tighten in his hair. She is soaking and so very close. It doesn't take long until she is shaking and whispering his name.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*He sucks at her pussy, then his tongue is back in her, drawing her juices to his hungry mouth. His hands, which have not touched her, reach around her thighs to keep her steady as he continues to lap at her pussy.*

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Her eyes roll back into her head as she grabs a hold of the bed, shaking as she groans low. It doesn't take much to send her over the edge, her hips tense and she comes the nails of her free hand grabbing at his hair as she fights to keep her hips still. Fuck. Hiro, good boy.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*He is so hard he aches, but he hasn't been given permission to come yet. He cleans her completely, his face smeared with the juices as she came.* Thank you, sun goddess.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Catching her breath, she inhales hard before grabbing the waist band of his pants and hauling him to his feet. Undoing his slacks she kisses his mouth, cleaning her own juices off his face as she slides her hand inside his pants. Stroking him quickly she grins against his mouth. I think I just might let you come in your pants.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

*He is panting hard against her face as she licks him. He wriggles against her hand, jerking himself off.* May I come, sun goddess?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

She kisses him hard a few more times before sinking to her knees. Mmm, yes boy, you may come. Freeing him from his slacks she slid him into her mouth, sucking him off.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

His fingers twine into her hair. He is trying not to push her against him or push himself down her throat. It's so good. Her mouth is so warm and wet and he's too aware that he is not going to last very long. Soon he's shooting down her throat with a roar.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Her fingers grab his pants holding on to him and pulling him close so he can get deep in her throat. Opening her eyes she swallowed him down, licking and sucking as she looked up at him.