Heatwave

>Be Dark Green Woomy
>Stewing in my bed
>Fucking heatwave
>Lights are out
>Shades are closed
>It’s still hotter than Marina after a night of singing and dancing
>staring at the thermostat
>on the other side of the room
>can barely see my carpet through the hazard of empty plates, discarded toys and uncleaned laundry
>fuck that
>worm my legs out of my pajama pants
>slight relief

>The last hour has dragged on
>can feel a pool of sweat around me
>only in glasses and panties now
>cod damn it gonna have to risk it
>gingerly move to the edge
>the sweat pool is spilling out into a half eaten carton of melted ice cream
>first foot down
>safely on my discarded Mr.Shrug shirt
>other foot down
>kick aside doujin I need to return to Weeb
>Alright Kombu, you got this
>7 steps
>You’r an S+, Profreshional woomy
>1, move aside the half eaten microwave dinner
>2, step over the empty ink canister
>3, use those jeans as a safe spot
>foot lands on some cylinder-thing
>mayday, abort, retreat
>too late
>face meet approaching pile of unwashed undies
>hello, please don’t be a strain right by my lips
>at least they protected my face
>pride not so much

>Roll over
>come face to face with a picture frame
>It’s tennis. Sesame
>She’s smiling the kindest smile
>the one that I first fell in love with
>cod she’s so amazing
>okay she still doesn’t get how to use a roller
>and she could a nag
>’Kombu clean this’
>’Kombu finish your food’
>’K-k-kombu! Not in public!’
>her first pub-play was so hot
>watching as her worry turned into excitement
>her squeaky moans growing louder
>hearing her moan my name
>Cthulhu fhtagn

>My hands are sensually roaming my body
>In my head it’s sesame
>feels off
>their missing the callouses that she denies having
>ever so slowly
>drag my fingers over my Salmon pink tips
>with a hushed tone
>”Sesame”
>I can feel a small ember in my core
>I can see sesame’s hands trailing down to my moist panties
>with a needy tone
>”Sesame”
>it’s not long before they’re at work
>quickly bringing me closer and closer to fruition
>each movement is followed by a moan of her name
>each utterance of her name stokes the ember in my core
>it’s a raging inferno now
>hear a familiar sound that adds more kindling
>I’m so close
>I can feel the backdraft approaching
>with a loud and violent scream
>”SESAME!”
>”Kombu I’m ho- CTHULHU FHTAGN!”
>in the afterglow I can see a mirage
>it’s sesame
>why does she look so aghast
>wow she must be sweaty
>she’s practically soaked in sweat