i haven’t had many lucid dreams lately.
Last night being the exception.
It was more recall than dream. But I could feel it.
Straddled on top of her, my hands on her neck squeezing, rubbing my clit to hers, so close to cuming.
The thing that stays with me the most, the look in her eyes. Such pretty eyes.
Tears, from us both. I didn’t want to stop, but my control is not stable and I fear taking things too far.
A kiss, not on the lips, but down each cheek where the tears have fallen.
Holding her, such a good girl.
Sometimes the alarm is a cruel cruel thing.