" Take my hand darling" Obama says as he uses his thumb to reach out the little puppet hand.
"Of course my prince" I say, pushing my puppet against his.
We both have the puppets in synchronicity dancing away as Obama hums "All Star" by Weezer.
"Ding dong," I say mimicking the sound of a clock,"I must go my prince" I rush the puppet away. Obama grabs my hand with the sock puppet.
"No you can't go yet," He pushed the puppets together once more and begins making kissy noises. I join in.
*Five mintues later*
"Alright kitten, we should go to sleep now," Obama says, reaching for the lamp. I burry my face into his massive mommy m-milkers and begin to drift off. He kisses my fingies.
"Goodnight"
When I wake up the scent of freshly squeezed lemons floods my senses.
"NGh mommy obama chan" I say yawning
"Morning, kitten." He says
"HAs aNyOne EveR tOlD YoU, YoU haVe ScrUmPtios MoMmY MilKeRs?" Shoot what just came over me.
I feel my cheeks begin to fluster. Obama reaches his hand out to graze my cheek.
"Why don't you come down for breakfast," He says winking at me.
"Whats on the menu?" I state
"You," He bites my forehead.
Wow.. He's never done this before...I think he is finally getting sereous.
I want to eat him too. So i decide to act on my thoughts and aggressively bite his eyelashes.
"Mhnnn I love that kitten" he says.
"GRRRR," I state. Eyelash yummy.
I rub my tummy after my heart meal. Obama begins to look into my eyes longingly.
"I-I wanna try yours too.." Obama whinpers to me.
Ilean my face forward as he grabs ahold of my face with his large, manly, veiny, cacao, hands. He kisses my open eyeball and then I close my eyes only to be met with the feeling of his ivory teeth on my delicate eyelashes...what a nice feeling.. Somehow he manages to ever so delicately pull a single eyelash from my lid and swallow it with a hard gulp. He looks at me seemingly satisfied.
"Okay it's time for actual breakfast now, why don't Imeet you in teh kitchen, He says guiding my waist towards the door. Once I make my way down the long windy stair covered in the particles of obamas last steps, I see our guest for breakfast. I gasp with glee as I gaze upon the cardboard cut outs of my parents that the servants had placed gently into obamas dining toom chairs. There jolly looking faces stare at me deep into my soul.
" OhH ObaAbA ChaN YouR ThE bEsT Its LikE ThEyre ReallYU HerE!!!!" I shout jumping into obamas nice muscle arms as I here him enter from the door behind me.
" Come, come lets eat!" he says grabbing my hand.
I hadnt noticed it before with all the excitement, but the serevents had made a whole feast for us to consume in each others loving, steamy presence. I go to sit in a chair but Obama pulls me back.
"Here," He says demandingly pointing to his lap.
I sit obediently.
I grab my favpritye first ... a chocol;aye scone. Just as im about to bring the baked good to my mouth obama chan s=yanks it from my small hand.
"Say the magic word kitten .. Say it"
'NGHhhHh ObaAma Chaan Feed me like a momma bird"
"Thatys a bit gross kitten such a naughty request" obama states
"I take It Backkkkkk!!!" I yell
"Too late" he noms with a bite of the scone in his mouth.
Obama chan spits the food into my throat mhnnnn so tasty. I pull my face away from his "kiss" and swallow. Mhhmn old me would have fainted if he knew he could do this one day.
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An Ode to Obama-chan
Fanfiction"Wakey Wakey kitten," he say his voice utmost decadent. "AA" I exclaim as I jump from my seat. " M-mr O-obama, I-i was j-just-" he interrupts me "Its fine kitten I just thought I should let you knoe that works ovr, ill see you this week i hope?" he...
