Thanks But No Thanks | Sarah Palin/Jill Biden/(Michelle Obama) | 1/2
anonymous
February 12 2009, 14:57:27 UTC
(not quite exactly what the prompter asked for, but what /Michelle Obama(?) | NC-17happened in my head when I thought of Sarah running for Vice-President)
Washington University, St. Louis, Oct. 2, 2008
Jill Biden checked her hair in the ladies' room mirror and frowned. Well, nothing for it. Joe was going to do fine out there, of course he was. Unless he got overconfident, or Palin was much smarter than she seemed. She was a little worrying, that woman. In an hour or two they'd see.
A quiet sound came from the dressing room outside. There it was again--was someone in pain? Quickly making her way out the door, Jill didn't see anyone at first. Then she focused on the sofa--one end covered in coats--and the back of someone's head. A woman, with dark hair, moving back and forth and making small moans.
Jill came closer, concerned. "Are you all right?" And--oh. Oh.
Sarah jumped at the voice, and tried to pull her skirt down. "I didn't know anyone else was--was in here." Her eyes were wide with panic. She was still breathing hard and it was obvious what she'd been doing.
"It's okay," said Jill. "I wasn't making much noise."
"I don't do this, you know," said Sarah, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "It's just, you know, all the stress, with, the campaign, and also the media, and--"
"It's all right, honey, I understand." Jill sat down on the edge of the couch, carefully not touching the other woman. "I won't tell anyone."
"Just, you know, the debate--"
"Calm down." Jill put out her hand and touched Sarah's shoulder. Sarah stiffened, then relaxed as Jill began rubbing small circles into her back. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Stress relief is a good thing."
"But I don't--you see--"
"Mmm-hmm." Jill's hands were gentle on her shoulders, and Sarah shut her eyes, just for a minute. It felt so good. She didn't see the quick wicked grin that flittered across Jill's face, but she felt the warm, soft voice in her ear. "What were you thinking of?"
Sarah didn't know why she answered, or even why she didn't jump up off the couch right then and leave. This was so wrong. So--not right. Todd and Jesus would--but it wasn't like something like this would ever happen again. It just slipped out, like so many other things had.
"Michelle," she said. There. Like a maverick.
The rhythm of the hands on her shoulders didn't change. Lightning didn't strike. With her eyes squeezed shut she could almost pretend no one else had heard her.
The voice in her ear said quietly, "Michelle Obama's a beautiful woman, isn't she?"
Sarah felt herself blush. Jill moved closer, brushed a hand through Sarah's hair. "Do you imagine kissing her?"
Sarah nodded, and felt the flush spread. Her hands knotted in her skirt. No, no, she isn't...shouldn't.
Jill's voice kept going. "She's so tall...you'd have to lean up to kiss her. Maybe she'd have to wrap her arms around you to hold you up." A hand slid down to Sarah's hip, and she caught her breath when it wrapped around her waist.
"You think of her touching you like this, don't you?" Warm hands stroked circles on her stomach. Small hands. Soft breasts pressed into her back, and she wanted--wanted--not to stop--
"Tell me what you want, Sarah." The hands didn't stop, moving now from her ribcage to her hips, smoothing over her dress, under her jacket.
Sarah's pulse thundered in her ears. She felt hot all over, and aching for touch in places she wasn't supposed to think about by herself.
"Do you want me to stop, Sarah?"
Sarah swallowed on a dry throat. She grabbed for one of Jill's hands. Shook her head. "Please--" It came out breathless.
Thanks But No Thanks | Sarah Palin/Jill Biden/(Michelle Obama) | 2/2
anonymous
February 12 2009, 15:00:31 UTC
Soft lips on her neck. "It's okay, honey." Jill's hand slipped down Sarah's thigh, under the hem of her dress. "I'm going to get you off, and it's going to be so good."
Hands trailed up the inside of her leg, and brushed against her through her panties. "Oh my G--" Sarah bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes--"
Fingers brushed against her again and Sarah pushed against them. Jill moved her other hand--Sarah's fingers still clenched tight around it--down over Sarah's stomach. The hand between her legs moved her damp panties aside and pressed against her--oh, right there, oh God yes.
Jill's thumb flicked over her clit and Sarah was moaning for real now. Her eyes were squeezed so tight shut they hurt. She didn't think she was still breathing.
"I think," said Jill in her ear, "I think you want to do this to someone. I think you want to know how this feels." Sarah was beyond answering, just please, please--and then, oh, oh fuck--she'd apologize to God for that word later--oh God yes, Jill's fingers were inside her. Twisting, thrusting, up, up inside. Oh please, oh please oh please oh please.
"It feels wonderful, Sarah. Having your fingers up inside a woman like this. So slick and wet and hot...come on, honey, come on, yeah, just like that."
Sarah arched into Jill's hands, begging, all out of words, all out of coherent thought. Please, just, please--
"Who are you thinking of, Sarah?"
And Sarah saw those beautiful dark brown eyes, so intensely passionate about--about all the wrong things--and she came, hard, around Jill's fingers.
She came to herself to find Jill's hands resting loosely on her hips, and Sarah shoved herself up and away from the sofa. Out of Jill's arms. She stumbled back a step, pulling down fiercely on her skirt, smoothing out her jacket. She wiped at her eyes. Should have worn waterproof mascara.
"You--you--" Sarah tried to find words but they wouldn't come. "I can't believe--"
"It's all right," Jill said. So fucking calm, sitting there on the sofa. Like this was normal, not an awful thing Sarah had just done--yes, that's right, an awful thing that liberal Democrat just did, that, that incredibly pretty liberal Democrat whose husband--oh God.
"I won't tell anyone," Jill said, but Sarah was rushing for the bathroom.
Jill waited a moment, then got to her feet. She smoothed down her dress, and reached into her purse for her phone and checked the time. Oh, good. Just enough time. She punched in a familiar number.
She smiled to herself as she left the dressing room. Oh, Joe was going to do so well tonight.
The voice mail on the other end picked up. "Hi honey," Jill said. "Miss you so much, Michelle."
Re: Thanks But No Thanks | Sarah Palin/Jill Biden/(Michelle Obama) | 2/2
anonymous
February 16 2009, 02:49:19 UTC
Unf. This hits so many of my kinks; some I didn't even know I had. I really dislike Sarah as a person, but I do think she is pretty. And the whole forbidden/ guilt thing? Mmmmmyes.
Re: Thanks But No Thanks | Sarah Palin/Jill Biden/(Michelle Obama) | 2/2
anonymous
February 16 2009, 03:11:14 UTC
Oh good! :D I wasn't sure, I mean, it wasn't any of the people you specified. (Also wasn't sure if you meant, like, actual Sarah Palin porn--in most contexts that would disturb me but somehow it just happened here. :D)
Re: Thanks But No Thanks | Sarah Palin/Jill Biden/(Michelle Obama) | 2/2
anonymous
February 16 2009, 03:13:58 UTC
I love neoconslash, it's such a kink of mine to see homophobes and sexists have their prescribed gender and sexuality roles thrown awry in porn, ahahaha, so yes I definitely did want Sarah Palin porn! But beyond that any and every hot liberal woman would have been hot for me - Jill Biden just slipped my mind as a choice, but she is as sexxxy as any of the ladies I did request, oh yes. So thank you, for real! It was everything I hoped for and more. ♥
Re: Thanks But No Thanks | Sarah Palin/Jill Biden/(Michelle Obama) | 2/2
anonymous
February 16 2009, 03:32:52 UTC
Yeah, there is something about it--like "Stephen" and his intense sexual fantasies about Jon/Rachel/whoever. Shattered!"Stephen" is the hottest thing ever.
And Jill--someone once prompted for Joe/Sarah, which I could almost see but not quite, and besides that wouldn't have had the extra oomph of it being a zomggay! pairing. Also, of course, if one takes Jill/Michelle as practically canon (which I so do), then Jill *has* what Sarah's been lusting after secretly. Nom. :)
That said, I'd quite read Hillary/Sarah, Tina Fey/Sarah, etc. Or Tina Fey/anyone...mmm Tina Fey...did I have a point here.....
Washington University, St. Louis, Oct. 2, 2008
Jill Biden checked her hair in the ladies' room mirror and frowned. Well, nothing for it. Joe was going to do fine out there, of course he was. Unless he got overconfident, or Palin was much smarter than she seemed. She was a little worrying, that woman. In an hour or two they'd see.
A quiet sound came from the dressing room outside. There it was again--was someone in pain? Quickly making her way out the door, Jill didn't see anyone at first. Then she focused on the sofa--one end covered in coats--and the back of someone's head. A woman, with dark hair, moving back and forth and making small moans.
Jill came closer, concerned. "Are you all right?" And--oh. Oh.
Sarah jumped at the voice, and tried to pull her skirt down. "I didn't know anyone else was--was in here." Her eyes were wide with panic. She was still breathing hard and it was obvious what she'd been doing.
"It's okay," said Jill. "I wasn't making much noise."
"I don't do this, you know," said Sarah, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "It's just, you know, all the stress, with, the campaign, and also the media, and--"
"It's all right, honey, I understand." Jill sat down on the edge of the couch, carefully not touching the other woman. "I won't tell anyone."
"Just, you know, the debate--"
"Calm down." Jill put out her hand and touched Sarah's shoulder. Sarah stiffened, then relaxed as Jill began rubbing small circles into her back. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Stress relief is a good thing."
"But I don't--you see--"
"Mmm-hmm." Jill's hands were gentle on her shoulders, and Sarah shut her eyes, just for a minute. It felt so good. She didn't see the quick wicked grin that flittered across Jill's face, but she felt the warm, soft voice in her ear. "What were you thinking of?"
Sarah didn't know why she answered, or even why she didn't jump up off the couch right then and leave. This was so wrong. So--not right. Todd and Jesus would--but it wasn't like something like this would ever happen again. It just slipped out, like so many other things had.
"Michelle," she said. There. Like a maverick.
The rhythm of the hands on her shoulders didn't change. Lightning didn't strike. With her eyes squeezed shut she could almost pretend no one else had heard her.
The voice in her ear said quietly, "Michelle Obama's a beautiful woman, isn't she?"
Sarah felt herself blush. Jill moved closer, brushed a hand through Sarah's hair. "Do you imagine kissing her?"
Sarah nodded, and felt the flush spread. Her hands knotted in her skirt. No, no, she isn't...shouldn't.
Jill's voice kept going. "She's so tall...you'd have to lean up to kiss her. Maybe she'd have to wrap her arms around you to hold you up." A hand slid down to Sarah's hip, and she caught her breath when it wrapped around her waist.
"You think of her touching you like this, don't you?" Warm hands stroked circles on her stomach. Small hands. Soft breasts pressed into her back, and she wanted--wanted--not to stop--
"Tell me what you want, Sarah." The hands didn't stop, moving now from her ribcage to her hips, smoothing over her dress, under her jacket.
Sarah's pulse thundered in her ears. She felt hot all over, and aching for touch in places she wasn't supposed to think about by herself.
"Do you want me to stop, Sarah?"
Sarah swallowed on a dry throat. She grabbed for one of Jill's hands. Shook her head. "Please--" It came out breathless.
Reply
Hands trailed up the inside of her leg, and brushed against her through her panties. "Oh my G--" Sarah bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan.
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes--"
Fingers brushed against her again and Sarah pushed against them. Jill moved her other hand--Sarah's fingers still clenched tight around it--down over Sarah's stomach. The hand between her legs moved her damp panties aside and pressed against her--oh, right there, oh God yes.
Jill's thumb flicked over her clit and Sarah was moaning for real now. Her eyes were squeezed so tight shut they hurt. She didn't think she was still breathing.
"I think," said Jill in her ear, "I think you want to do this to someone. I think you want to know how this feels." Sarah was beyond answering, just please, please--and then, oh, oh fuck--she'd apologize to God for that word later--oh God yes, Jill's fingers were inside her. Twisting, thrusting, up, up inside. Oh please, oh please oh please oh please.
"It feels wonderful, Sarah. Having your fingers up inside a woman like this. So slick and wet and hot...come on, honey, come on, yeah, just like that."
Sarah arched into Jill's hands, begging, all out of words, all out of coherent thought. Please, just, please--
"Who are you thinking of, Sarah?"
And Sarah saw those beautiful dark brown eyes, so intensely passionate about--about all the wrong things--and she came, hard, around Jill's fingers.
She came to herself to find Jill's hands resting loosely on her hips, and Sarah shoved herself up and away from the sofa. Out of Jill's arms. She stumbled back a step, pulling down fiercely on her skirt, smoothing out her jacket. She wiped at her eyes. Should have worn waterproof mascara.
"You--you--" Sarah tried to find words but they wouldn't come. "I can't believe--"
"It's all right," Jill said. So fucking calm, sitting there on the sofa. Like this was normal, not an awful thing Sarah had just done--yes, that's right, an awful thing that liberal Democrat just did, that, that incredibly pretty liberal Democrat whose husband--oh God.
"I won't tell anyone," Jill said, but Sarah was rushing for the bathroom.
Jill waited a moment, then got to her feet. She smoothed down her dress, and reached into her purse for her phone and checked the time. Oh, good. Just enough time. She punched in a familiar number.
She smiled to herself as she left the dressing room. Oh, Joe was going to do so well tonight.
The voice mail on the other end picked up. "Hi honey," Jill said. "Miss you so much, Michelle."
Reply
Your mind, it is brilliant but worries me so much.
Kudos for Jill and Michelle's secret homo liberal affair :D
Reply
Thank you, LOL!!
Reply
Reply
(It's a great discovery to make, bb. Being bi rocks.)
Reply
Reply
And thank you! <3 Kink-hitting iz good. \o.
Reply
So, THANK YOU SO MUCH, ANON! You hit my kinks and then some, mmmmmmm.
- Your requester *__*
Reply
\o/
Reply
Reply
And Jill--someone once prompted for Joe/Sarah, which I could almost see but not quite, and besides that wouldn't have had the extra oomph of it being a zomggay! pairing. Also, of course, if one takes Jill/Michelle as practically canon (which I so do), then Jill *has* what Sarah's been lusting after secretly. Nom. :)
That said, I'd quite read Hillary/Sarah, Tina Fey/Sarah, etc. Or Tina Fey/anyone...mmm Tina Fey...did I have a point here.....
Reply
Leave a comment