Your words aren’t meant for me
They are meant only for you, I see
Wake up, wake up, it’s only a dream
On a winding road.
Now you’re in my bed
In the dark chamber of my head
I flip you over until you bend
This winding road.
[ inside ] — my muse penetrates your muse with a strap-on/dildo
Sometimes Alan still can't believe he is lucky enough to have Alice back at his side, but she's always here to remind him. Her hand is gentle as she runs it through his messy hair, pushing it away from his face so she could see exactly what she does to him.
It is no secret how Alice's touch makes him feel, Alan is an open book, especially to her.
There's no question if they have either done this before, but it had been with other people, what felt like a lifetime ago… here, back in reality, with Alice… it feels like completely new territory again.
She looks so beautiful to him, leaning over him, wearing nothing but her strap.
Alan snorts out a laugh, embarrassingly, when Alice thinks of propping up his hips with a pillow, briefly breaking the tension that had been building between them.
All tension returns and he sucks in a sharp breath when she presses in the tip, he arches his back more the deeper she presses into him, his arms stretching and grasping at the headboard for purchase.
He breathes out his tension when Alice is finally in to the hilt, blinking up at her with a dazed sort of smile, flushed with need and arousal.
CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!