Dear Diary

© Salome Wilde, 2008

Entry 2

Author’s Note: I can’t stop writing this. It’s too fun.


Dear Diary,

You will not believe what just happened. They totally conned me. I actually lost track of the number of times I made Inuyasha sit afterwards, and he was right when he said he hadn’t done a thing to deserve it. It really is ridiculous the way everyone believes me and takes my side whenever I’m mean to him. I mean I’m not saying he doesn’t deserve it most of the time, but it’s amazing what you can get away with when you’re a cute girl.

But back to what I was saying. You know how my panties each have the day of the week embroidered on them (thanks, mom!) so I can keep straight which are clean and which are dirty—since everything I own is in one little backpack? Well, I needed to wash out Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, and I usually invite Miroku to help. He loves to wash the Wednesday ones especially because they’re pink with a lacy white edge and he really goes for that kind of thing. I’ve tried to give a pair to Sango as a hint, but she just looked at me weird. The girl just doesn’t get the whole feminine thing. Her kimono outfit looks like some old lady’s unmatched laundry and that slayer superchick look is out of a bad kung-fu movie. But soon I find out that I’m way behind the game as far as what Miroku likes.

I go look for the monk to give him the old sniff-my-Wednesday-panties routine, and I can’t find him anywhere. Not missing a beat, I notice that Sango seems to be missing, too. Kirara is napping in that incredibly cute little curled-up position, nose tucked into a fluffy tail. I see it and I can’t help but burst out with a “Kawaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!” that interrupts the fight Inuyasha is having with Shippo over the new Godzilla comic book I brought them from last time I was home. They glare at me, and then go back to their shouting. They think Godzilla is the best thing ever, and instead of arguing over who gets to carry the comic (their usual subject), they’re debating whether the monster’s fire-breath could penetrate Naraku’s miasma. No wonder Inuyasha isn’t interested in sex most of the time. He’s such a child. Not surprising Kikyo died a virgin.

Anyhow, I give up and just go to the river. And who do I see there, sucking cock like she was born to do it, but Sango! And whose cock? Miroku’s! I’m not much into watching, but in this case it’s even worse because just the other day when Miroku was “anointing” my ass, which is what he likes to call rimming (he has such an ass fetish it’s not even funny), he denied totally that he and Sango were getting it on. Sango denies it completely, too, but then, that girl acts like she never even takes a shit, so there you go. Point is, they are both total liars! They’re both doing it with me (much more Miroku than Sango, of course) and then saying there’s nothing at all between them. Miroku even complains to me that she’s an uptight prude just to get more off me. Which is no problem, really, because he’s better in the sack when he’s got some guilt going on.

Thinking about all that, I’m wondering if maybe this is the first time for them, so I decide to stay and watch. It’s kinda hot. I’m also betting with myself about whether Sango will spit or swallow but it’s an easy hundred-to-one against, and mostly I just enjoy the action. I like the look on Miroku’s face for sure. His eyes are open, watching that shaft slide into her small, pretty mouth, and his hand is in her hair and he’s got the grin of the cat that ate the canary on his lecherous, pretty-boy face. As he gets close to popping, I hear him murmur something to Sango, and she lifts off and shakes her head, blushing. Though I can’t hear the words, I know he’s asking to fuck her and I know she’s saying no. As sure as I am that she a spitter, I’m even more sure that she’s still a virgin and isn’t going to give that up so easy. Miroku begs a bit and then gives up, but he does propose some reciprocity. Though the priss won’t take her kimono off, she does hike it up and soon he’s pumping her with two fingers while licking her clit and she’s doing her best to keep up with the sucking. She’s not a multitasker, that girl. But she’s into this.

And suddenly, so am I. Two cool, long-nailed fingers are shoved up my skirt from behind, around the elastic in my black Thursday thong, and thrust into my pussy, which is wetter than I thought after watching the two liars going at it. After some good slick stroking, the fingers slip out and get rammed up my ass. Good thing I was wet because Sesshomaru is not someone who can be bothered with lubricant. He hikes me hard by my skewered rear (I love that) and gets me into position to take that huge inuyokai cock of his, which is far more like a dog’s than I would have guessed. I can’t concentrate on anyone but myself once he’s filling me up front and back and riding me like the bitch in heat I can’t help but be when he does me. I’m panting away, loving every second of it. Between that cock and that wicked growl of his, I’m just lost. I don’t even mind anymore that he doesn’t kiss. I just make sure he doesn’t cum on my clothes when he pulls out. And yes, he always pulls out. Neither one of us wants to make puppies, thank you. (But if I do, Diary, you know it’s gonna be with Inuyasha! He’ll make the cutest Daddy!)

Sesshomaru is hitting my g-spot just right, and I bring a hand down to finger my clit. Sooner than I expected, my climax hits. I stifle my moans so Miroku and Sango don’t hear, and in a corner of my mind I think about how stupid that is. If I have to know about them, why can’t they know about me and Sesshomaru? But no, I definitely don’t want Inuyasha to know I boff his brother and big-mouth Miroku would totally tell him. Then I’ll never get a chance at Inuyasha. Anyway, when I cum and my muscles start to do that contracting thing, it pushes Sesshomaru right over the edge like always and he slams into me so hard I almost lose my balance. Damn, that demon can fuck.

Because I’m dressed and neither of us wants me smelling any more like him than I already do, he jerks onto the ground (his usual preference is my back and ass if we have the privacy for being naked), and at that moment I open my eyes to see Sango spit! I would’ve laughed except that Sesshomaru had just yanked his fingers out of my ass and it hurt like hell. Those damn claws leave me sore for days. As usual, he’s gone without a word.

Miroku’s pumping Sango hard with his fingers in a way I don’t do (it’s hard to keep your mouth and hand working at the same time) but he’s really good at. Listening to that little choking sob she makes just before she cums, I start to think about how I’m going to pay them back. But I’m just not that type, and anyhow I got some, too. So, like I said, I just took my annoyance at being lied to out on Inuyasha. Poor guy. If only he knew how little his actions have to do with all the times I make him sit. Maybe one of these days he’ll wise up and figure out how easy it would be to keep me in a better mood. I bet those little fangs would feel so good scraping my nipples.

Oh well, back to shard-hunting.

Dewa kore de!

Kagome