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queercounterculture · 2 years

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Another 10 queer punks

1. Gina Schock(on the right, Joan Jett is on the left): lesbian

Gina Schock is the drummer for the Go-Gos and prior to that she was the drummer for “Edie and the eggs” (which was fronted by Edith Massey who was most know for being in John Waters movies).

2. Kristian Hoffman(In the middle between David johansen and Jonathan Richman): gay

Kristian Hoffman was the keyboardist and song-writer for “The Mumps” and also played with “The Contortions” and Lydia Lunch. He was in the 1971 documentary tv series “An American Family” because he was Lance Loud’s (who was the singer of “The Mumps”) best friend.

3. Snuky Tate: gay

Snuky Tate was involved in the San Francisco punk scene and was in a band called “The Alterboys”. Though he recorded a single called “who cares?” that was not with “the Alterboys”. He died in 1998.

4. Cherry vanilla: unknown

Cherry Vanilla is a singer-songwriter and actress. She worked with and dated David Bowie. Too my knowledge she has never specifically stated her sexuality though her keyboardist Zecca Esquibel said “Well, Cherry's act was always a very sexual act. She's gorgeous woman, and known for her sexploits, so it was very easy for her to put into her show an occasional song about her attraction to women. Basically she's heterosexual, but she's had many…ah, I won't say many, I won't put words in her mouth. Cherry had had lesbian experiences with other women and was attracted to women, and occasionally she would sing about it, and ended up with one song on each album. "Foxy Bitch," which was, is about Linda Ronstadt, and "Amanda," on the second album. I can't claim that it's a reference to Amanda Lear, but I think it is, who is the famous sex change that appeared in a lot of Bowie's work.” So I’m not sure exactly how she identifies but it seems as though she’s not 100% straight.

5. Eric Emerson: Bisexual

Eric Emerson was a Warhol actor originally and then was in early glam punk band “The Magic Tramps”. Emerson was openly bisexual. At some point (probably in the 60’s) his father accused him of being “a little sweet” and Eric Emerson’s response to the statement was "What he don't understand is that my generation can swing both ways". He died in 1975 a month before his 30th birthday. The official cause of death was a hit and run though it is more likely he died from a heroin overdose in a different location and then placed on the side of the road.

6. Marie France: trans woman

Marie France is a French singer and actress who was somewhat involved with punk in the 70s, putting out a punk style single “Daisy / Déréglée” in 1977. She was involved with FHAR, Front homosexuel d'action révolutionnaire which in English is Homosexual Front of Revolutionary Action. She was involved in a group called “The Gazolines” and was on the cover of a single by punk band “Gazoline” which was named after the group she was in.

7. Alice Bag: Bisexual

Alice Bag was the singer for the L.A punk band “The Bags”. She has said that David Bowie was was a big influence on her and how she found out that bisexuality was an option “When you’re in your early teens you’re starting to explore sexual feelings. At that point, I thought you either had to be straight or be gay. I didn’t know that you could be bisexual. But when David Bowie talked about it, all of a sudden I thought, That’s how I feel and that’s OK. He’s David Bowie and he’s giving me permission. It was very powerful.”

8. Vaginal Davis(the one in the front) : genderqueer and intersex

Vaginal Davis’s name is a homage to Angela Davis, considering Angela Davis to be one of her biggest inspirations. Vaginal Davis was in multiple bands such as “The Afro Sisters” and “¡Cholita! The Female Menudo” which Alice bag was also a member of. She also helped form the Queercore punk movement of the 80’s and made the zine “Fertile LaToyah Jackson” which was published from 1982 to 1991.

9. Phranc: lesbian

Phranc was in the L.A punk band “Nervous Gender” she was also in the bands “Catholic Discipline” and “Castration Squad”. Around the 80’s she moved away from punk and into folk music, calling herself the “All-American Jewish Lesbian Folksinger".

10. Tom Robinson: bisexual

Tom Robinson was in “The Tom Robinson Band” which was a political band that had many LGBT related songs. For a long time he identified as gay though in 1982 he met Sue Brearley and he would eventually marry her, though he would still identify as gay. In the 90’s he stated "I have much more sympathy with bisexuals now, but I am absolutely not one." Though he now does consider himself bisexual.

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spiralhouseshop · 2 years

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New in the Spiral House Catalog!

Unmask Alice: Lsd, Satanic Panic, and the Imposter Behind the World's Most Notorious Diaries by Rick Emerson

Full disclosure, I loved the Go Ask Alice and Jay's Journal books as a younger teenager. As an older teenager growing up in Utah, I actually listened to Rick Emerson, the author of Unmask Alice, on the radio. When I moved to Portland I was happy to find his familiar voice on the radio again and have followed his endeavors ever since.

That being said, this book is excellent. It's well documented. It's a great story and an intriguing peek behind the scenes of what motivated the tragic War on Drugs and the Satanic Panic told almost in journal-like digestible segments that keep the story moving along to an earnest and revealing story.

Hardcover 384 pages

From the Publisher:

Two teens. Two diaries. Two social panics. One incredible fraud. In 1971, Go Ask Alice reinvented the young adult genre with a blistering portrayal of sex, psychosis, and teenage self-destruction. The supposed diary of a middle-class addict, Go Ask Alice terrified adults and cemented LSD's fearsome reputation, fueling support for the War on Drugs. Five million copies later, Go Ask Alice remains a divisive bestseller, outraging censors and earning new fans, all of them drawn by the book's mythic premise: A Real Diary, by Anonymous. But Alice was only the beginning. In 1979, another diary rattled the culture, setting the stage for a national meltdown. The posthumous memoir of an alleged teenage Satanist, Jay's Journal merged with a frightening new crisis--adolescent suicide--to create a literal witch hunt, shattering countless lives and poisoning whole communities. In reality, Go Ask Alice and Jay's Journal came from the same dark place: Beatrice Sparks, a serial con artist who betrayed a grieving family, stole a dead boy's memory, and lied her way to the National Book Awards. Unmask Alice: LSD, Satanic Panic, and the Imposter Behind the World's Most Notorious Diaries is a true story of contagious deception. It stretches from Hollywood to Quantico, and passes through a tiny patch of Utah nicknamed the fraud capital of America. It's the story of a doomed romance and a vengeful celebrity. Of a lazy press and a public mob. Of two suicidal teenagers, and their exploitation by a literary vampire. Unmask Alice . . . where truth is stranger than nonfiction. Find it in our catalog here

#go ask alice #unmasking alice #rick emerson #books

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carnivorousyandeere · 11 months

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Do you think you might reach too many yan groups at some point?

Also I'd like possessive head canons for the student council ^^

Partly to show I love more than just marcus /j /lh

I fear I may have reached too many yan groups already tbh 😂😭 (rip unfinished Crime Family group and the Ghost Hunting Crew ✌️😔✌️)

CW: manipulation, stalking, gaslighting, mentions of violence and death, kidnapping, captivity

Emerson becomes much touchier than usual, standing at your side at all times. You really can’t get a moment away from them— even if you think you’ve lost them, they always catch up within minutes. Good luck trying to alert anybody to what’s going on. I mean, everybody knows Emerson— they’re so sweet, couldn’t hurt a fly! What are you so worked up about?

Kendra is the least outwardly possessive. Clingy and cuddly, sure, but she’s probably the yan in this group who’s the most lenient about you having friends outside of her and the student council. As long as you don’t get too close to anybody else~! Then it’ll be time for them to lose their kneecaps ✌️😜 and probably their lives 😔🕊️

Jace is typically more quiet and shy, but his possessiveness comes across as aggression and intimidation towards whoever is taking your attention. He’s got a way of justifying those arguments and fights that he gets into while dancing around the truth— that he wants you to himself. He’s not a great fighter, but even that has its upside— maybe he can play the victim and you’ll feel bad, playing nurse for him afterwards…

Rayleigh is a crier and a guilt-tripper; whether it’s intentional or not on her part is debatable. The intent matters little, you’ll still respond however you would— either frustrated and uncomfortable with her sloppy manipulations, or you think it’s rather cute and indulge her immature actions, whatever. However you respond, she’ll adapt, changing parts of herself to match whatever she sees in the people trying to take your attention from her, in a desperate bid to keep you focused on her and her alone.

Kaylee is typically more lax, like Kendra. She thinks it’s rather adorable whenever you express having positive feelings towards anybody else. It’s like a game to her, a game she knows she’ll win. She can dispose of opponents with no remorse, or just poison you against them. She also has a talent for pissing people off, and she’ll use it when you two hang out to scare off other people so the two of you stay as just two.

Hailey is the most possessive. If she can’t have you, then nobody can. She’ll kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way— which, for her, means looking at you romantically or lustfully… sometimes, looking at you in any positive way. She’s the only one allowed to hold you in any positive regard, and works damn hard to balance making you out to be a worthless pos without ruining her reputation by keeping you at her side. You’re always going to be her “project,” presented as a topic of scorn or pity amongst her friends, someone who can’t live without her guidance and protection. None of her friends can understand why she tolerates you— she must be an angel to let you hang around her, because they certainly wouldn’t, not from what they’ve heard from Hailey! Soon, she’ll be your only access to social interaction. And if you don’t want social interaction? What makes you think she cares? She’ll drag you around wherever she wants you to go, and you’ll damn well do it or else risk being locked in her basement.

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the-final-sentence · 1 year

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Sparks's headstone reads, 'Families are Forever.'

Rick Emerson, from Unmask Alice

#Unmask Alice #Rick Emerson

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bebe-benzenheimer · 2 years

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#society if #unmask alice #rick emerson #satanic panic #antis #jay's journal #michelle remembers #beatrice sparks #lawrence pazder #michelle smith #booklr

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broughtabooktothedance · 1 year

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I need everyone to read Rick Emerson’s “Unmask Alice” because everything it brings up about the insidiousness of moral panics is so relevant to today.

#reading list #history #rick emerson #unmask alice #independent bookstore

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wantmeifyouwantme · 2 years

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Okay I’m very sure I’m nonbinary

#I have been using those pronoun try on things and seeing me being referred to as they/them gives me like a flutter-y excited #feeling in my chest #Gender euphoria #im actually really happy #i feel more like myself #but the hard part is picking a name #as my name is…..#a bit feminine ig?#even tho it’s techniacally a boys name #it’s just got ties; yk?#soooo it’s hard to pick between #Frida and Emerson #im thinking Emerson #But I like ren/rin/wren #And Ellis #but that sounds to similar to Alice #EDIT: okay so my name is Emerson or Ellis or Rowan or Fridah

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onebluebookworm · 1 year

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February 2023 Book Club Picks

Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen: Marianne Dashwood wears her heart on her sleeve, fascinated with thoughts of romance and passion. Her older sister Elinor, conversely, is practical and sensible, always having to keep her flighty younger sister out of trouble. But when both sisters are faced with romantic calamities that threaten their futures and their hearts, they that a combination of sense and sensibility are what’s needed to survive life’s many trials.

Unmask Alice: LSD, Satanic Panic, and the Imposter Behind the World’s Most Notorious Diaries by Rick Emerson: In 1971, Go Ask Alice hit shelves, and revolutionized young adult literature, opening America’s eyes to the horrors of drug addiction, mental illness, and teen prostitution. In 1979, Jay’s Journal was published, detailing a young man spiraling into the violent world of Satanic worship, and is often credited with igniting the Satanic Panic of the 1980s. Both books purported to be true diaries from real young people. In reality, they were both written by the same person: aspiring writer and fame-hungry con woman Beatrice Sparks, who twisted what facts she had and made up the rest, relying on halfhearted reporting, public outrage, and parents’ inherent fear of children they don’t understand to turn her into one of the most infamous “anonymouses” that’s ever existed.

The Fire This Time by Jesmyn Ward: “You know and I know, that the country is celebrating one hundred years of freedom one hundred years too soon.” These words positively singe in James Baldwin’s letter to his fifteen-year-old nephew in what would become his 1963 essay “The Fire This Time”. And Jesmyn Ward felt them when another year came, bringing with it a slew of black lives ended by police violence and racist rhetoric. Gathering the premiere writers, poets, and thinkers of the modern age, Ward puts together a collection of thoughts and essays to refute the truth that we are living in a “post-racial” society.

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald: Nick Carroway is a new face in the swinging Jazz Age New York scene, full of beautiful people throwing money around and living like they’ll die tomorrow. And among the beautiful elite is the crown jewel of the city, Nick’s neighbor Jay Gatsby, known for his lavish parties and enigmatic past. Everyone has a guess about who Gatsby is and where he (and his money) came from, but Nick finds himself slowly being drawn into Gatsby’s inner circle to learn the truth. Unfortunately, learning that truth comes with a whole host of personal problems Gatsby has been harboring for decades, which all culminates explosively and painfully.

Exit, Stage Left: The Snagglepuss Chronicles by Mark Russell: The time is 1953. The United States is locked in a Cold War with the Soviet Union, and the government is scrambling to flush out any subversives that may compromise the nation to the encroaching Communist threat. Among those under suspicion is famed Southern playwright Snagglepuss, the toast of Broadway who’s harboring a secret or two of his own. When he becomes the target of the House Committee of Un-American Activities, no one in Snagglepuss’ life is safe.

#book club #february 2023 #sense and sensibility #jane austen #unmask alice #rick emerson #the fire this time #jesmyn ward #the great gatsby #f. scott fitzgerald #exit stage left: the snagglepuss chronicles #mark russell

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thedabara · 2 years

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ACTRESSES WHO DIED 1983

Gloria Swanson at 84 from heart failure

Norma Shearer at 80 from pneumonia

Carolyn Jones at 43 from cancer

Judy Canova at 69 from cancer

Dolores del Río at 78 from liver failure

Faye Emerson at 65 from cancer

Alice White at 78 from stroke

Martha Sleeper at 72 from heart attack

Joan Hackett at 49 from cancer

Jacqueline Logan at 78 from heart failure

#gloria swanson #norma shearer #carolyn jones #judy canova #dolores del rio #faye emerson #alice white #martha sleeper #joan hackett #jacqueline logan #thedabara

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emotionalcadaver · 1 year

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Part 7: Dreamers

Fandom: Inception

Pairing: Robert Fischer x OC

Summary: Alice and Robert experiment.

Word Count: 3,164

Notes: Warnings for depictions of smut, specifically dream sex, marathon sex, praise kink, and a wet dream (technically).

Masterlists: Main • Series

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“Did you ever fuck your projection of me?”

Alice almost fell out of her chair at the kitchen table. “Excuse me!?”

Robert’s eyes shone with mischievous amusement. “Just curious.”

“I don’t–I–fuck off!” she stammered. Her face was probably about as red as a tomato. She had told him about the projection of him that would sometimes visit her when she used the PASIV during their time apart from one another, and while he’d had many questions in the moment, none of them had been quite like…that.

“So that’s a yes,” he said, looking far too smug as he leaned backwards. “Was I any good?”

“Robert!”

“What? I need to know that projection Robert had an accurate representation of my actual abilities.”

She buried her burning face into her arms. “I hate you so much.”

Robert chuckled, chair scraping against the floor as he pushed it back and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her head up so that it was resting on his chest. “It’s alright. I’m just teasing you.”

“I know,” though she still pouted a little against him. Still chuckling, clearly far too smug about the whole thing, Robert buried his face in her neck, lips beginning to brush over her throat. “Robbie?” she asked, eyes fluttering at the touch.

“I have an idea.”

“Uh oh.”

“Mhm,” he pulled back, tilting her face up with a finger under her chin, and kissed her, touches slow and methodical, blatant in his attempts to seduce her.

“So…” she trailed off as he kissed back down her neck, pulling the collar of her shirt aside so that he could have access to her shoulder. “What’s your idea?”

Robert leaned back, pupils blown wide, pale, freckled cheeks flushed. He stroked her face, large hands cradling her head, thumb petting her lips.

“I want to fuck you in a dream,” he said, voice low, making her core clench. Alice’s hands came to rest on top of his, lips parting as arousal began to flood over her.

“Okay.”

His eyes went alight with excitement. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “Let’s try it.”

He pulled her in for one last, quick kiss to the lips before grabbing her hands, tugging her up out of her chair. Still gripping her tightly as they began to walk hastily towards the bedroom, they giggled conspiratorially like teenagers. She laughed, when she tried to pull free from his hand to go to the closet to get the PASIV and he instead pulled her up against his chest and kissed her, hand cupping her jaw, the other sliding down her back to grope her ass.

“You keep it up and we’re not going to even get the PASIV out,” she laughed, finally pulling away from him. He let her go, though he pouted when he did it. And the moment she had the silver case out of the closet and opened up on one of the nightstands, he was pressed up behind her, kissing insistently at her neck while she worked to get everything set up.

“You’re distracting me!” she complained with a sharp laugh, even as she leaned back into him, humming as his hand slipped into her shirt and bra to cup her breast. She kissed the dimple in his cheek, a result of his grin. “Go lay down,” she ordered and he complied eagerly, spreading himself out on the bed, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt to expose his forearm to her. She slid the tiny needle in place, going to fidget with the dials on the machine. “I’ll see you soon,” she pecked his lips as he nodded, leaning back against the pillows and closing his eyes. Alice allowed her fingers, light as a feather, to brush some of the soft hair away from his face, just admiring him before she laid down beside him, slipping her own tube into place and reaching over to push the button in the center of the case.

It felt like she only just blinked. Eyes closed for the briefest of moments, and then she was in an entirely different place from her bedroom in their beach house in Australia, barely even given the opportunity to process what appeared to be a very spacious and luxurious hotel room before Robert was on her, mouth hungrily crashing down onto hers as Alice’s hand fisted with the front of his shirt.

His hands planted on her back, pulling her firmly into his front, until she could feel the clothed erection in his slacks pressing into her stomach. He groaned, low in his throat, when she gripped his shirt in both hands and tore it open, buttons popping off and flying everywhere. It was a dream. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was running her hands up the naked skin of his torso, angling her head so that she could kiss him deeper. They broke apart for only a stutter of a moment so he could pull her shirt off over her head, groaning as she hastily undid her bra and slid it off her shoulders. Robert’s hands were everywhere; in her hair, on her breasts, squeezing her hips.

When she buried a hand in his thick hair, he moaned, and started to walk her backwards in the direction of the bed. She let him push her gently onto it, cradling his face with her palm as he crawled on top of her.

“Mm,” her head fell back as he started to press kisses into her throat, making his way down to her chest to play with her breasts. Legs wrapping around his waist, she pushed her hips up insistently until his erection, fully straining in his pants, pressed against her. “No foreplay,” she said, desperation growing at the feel of him.

“You sure?” he lifted his head from her chest, eyes wide. Alice nodded.

“It’s a dream. You won’t hurt me.”

Growling, he surged on top of her, fingers fumbling with the button and zip of her pants. She helped him to wriggle her out of them, underwear going with them. And then she was sitting up, pushing him onto his back and kissing him feverishly as she undid his belt and the zipper on his slacks, pulling them down, taking note of the wet patch already forming in the front of his boxers before she pulled those away too.

When she took him into her hand, hot and swollen and already throbbing, he whimpered, loudly, head thrown back onto the pillows.

“Alice,” he pleaded, eyes rolling as she rubbed her thumb over the sensitive head of his cock, testing the weight of him in her palm, smirking at the way he pulsed when she tightened her fist around him. Eyes snapping back to hers, they narrowed playfully. “You said no foreplay.”

Fair. Still keeping him in her fist, she rearranged herself so that she was sitting in his lap, his hands on her hips to help stabilize her. “Sorry,” she kissed him. “Couldn’t help it.”

A startled shriek left her lips as he suddenly rolled them over, planting his hands on either side of her head while he hovered above her. Laughing, she wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him to come closer.

“Ready?” he asked, rubbing his nose along her shoulder, waiting for permission before he did anything more.

“Yes,” she said, kissing his cheek. He was always so sweet to her.

Robert let her guide him inside of her, thrusting forward with a grunt once she’d lined him up. Her head fell back at the familiar stretch of him, mouth falling open at the satisfaction of being full again.

“Robbie, oh,” she let out a startled yelp as he shifted forward, pushing his cock directly into the spot that made her toes curl. He moaned loudly, as he entered her, lips falling open to gasp as his chest heaved, face burying in her neck.

“Alice, so good,” he babbled, one hand remaining anchored to the space in the bed beside her head, while the other came to rest on her hip. She wrapped both arms around his neck, nuzzling him, wanting him as close as she could physically get him.

“Please,” she whispered, rolling her hips up as best she could with him technically pinning her under him. Robert groaned again, nodding, and started to move at a slow, deep pace that left her clawing at his back, nipping his shoulder at the way he was hitting her g-spot with every stroke.

The hand near her face moved to stroke her head, brushing some hair out of her face before cradling her. “Alice,” Robert said, voice straining, and she nodded in silent understanding, lifting her head up enough to kiss him as they continued to thrust and roll against each other. He adjusted his movements only slightly, so he was both rubbing up against her clit with every thrust and still pressing his cock into that sensitive spot inside of her on every stroke in, and Alice threw her head back with a cry, practically sobbing at how good it felt.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop–” she chanted over and over again. He kissed her face, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, down to her neck.

“I won’t, I won’t,” he promised, movements only growing harder and faster, more frantic in his goal to get her to come. His thrusts so powerful she was shifting up the bed with each other, short nails dragging across his back, sliding back up into his hair to pull his head down so she could kiss him again and again and again. The band in her lower belly was growing tighter with every movement, orgasm imminent.

“I love you,” she said, between kisses, then threw her head back, body beginning to tense. “I’m close.”

“I love you too,” he told her, nuzzling at her cheek, groaning from deep in his chest as he felt her walls beginning to spasm around his engorged cock. “Come for me.”

And with a scream that might have been his name, she did exactly that, gripping tightly his shoulders, legs tightening around his hips as if trying to draw him closer.

“Robbie…Robbie…Robbie,” she said, over and over, walls going tight around his cock. Robert moaned as he felt her gush out all over his erection, soaking it with her come as he continued to thrust steadily, chasing his own orgasm while prolonging hers.

“So beautiful. You’re always so beautiful,” he said, kissing her cheek. She could feel him throbbing deep inside of her as he grew closer, thrusting only a handful more times before he stilled with a loud cry, muscles tensing with his orgasm. His cock thrusted as deep inside of her as he could get, staying there as he poured his come into her with several powerful throbs. Stroking his hair, Alice nosed at his temple affectionately as they both just laid there, basking in their shared afterglows.

Finally, Robert lifted his head enough to peck her lips tenderly, pulling out and rolling over to lay down beside her. Alice shifted closer until she was cuddled up against his chest, head resting just below his collarbone. Robert hummed contently, kissing the top of her head and wrapping his arms around her.

“Good?” he asked.

“Mhm. Very much so.”

He shot her a cocky, crooked smile and she snorted, burying her face in his neck.

“Shut up.”

He just laughed and hugged her tighter. Alice nosed deeper into his neck, breathing in the scent of his soap and cologne, letting her lips ghost along the soft skin. Robert shivered.

“Al, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she drew the word out, still kissing and nuzzling, lips curling up with self satisfaction when a small moan bubbled from his throat. Readjusting herself against him, she slid her thigh forward, until she grinned in triumph as she was greeted with his cock, already beginning to stiffen up for her again. “Mm. You’re horny today,” she teased. He huffed, grabbing her smiling face with both hands, raising her head up to look at him.

“Pretty big talk coming from the woman who can’t keep her hands off my cock.”

She just smiled at him innocently, flexing her fingers around him, enjoying the sensation of him swelling up and twitching in her palm.

“Fuck,” he dropped his face into her hair. “How much time did you put on the timer?”

“Just enough for us both to come again, if we hurry.”

“I love you,” he said it with such seriousness, clutching her face in his hands, that she couldn’t help but giggle against his lips as he kissed her. “Turn around on your side.”

She raised an eyebrow, but complied, letting his erection go and rolling over so she was facing away from him. Robert draped himself around her from behind, cock nudging against the small of her back. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her flush against him, the other hand taking hold of his cock. She watched him from over her shoulder, brows raised. Robert smiled and kissed her nose.

“I got you,” he promised, then nuzzled at her neck as he began to push in again, his entrance slickened by the combination of her come and his previous load still seeping from her. Alice moaned, arching her back, loving the feeling of having him spooned up against her. So warm and close.

“Okay?” he asked, pulling some of her hair back so he had better access to her neck and shoulder.

“Yes. Yes, good,” she breathed out. Robert pressed his lips to her shoulder, peppering the skin with soft little kisses as he started to thrust again. Mindful of the ticking clock, his movements were quick and deep, just how he knew she liked it. The hand around her flattened against the middle of her chest, directly between her breasts, and with his lips close to her ear she could hear almost every single little sound he made.

“Fuckkkkkk, so tight,” he growled out, her walls spasming around him at the praise. “Not gonna last…” he warned.

“Me neither,” already, she could feel a second orgasm building up in her with every movement of his cock, the way he was throbbing only pushing her closer. With a moan, he slipped his hand down to rub her clit in time with his movements, her head lolling back against his shoulder in response.

“I want you to come again, Alice. Can you do that for me? Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, all while he pumped that enormous, heavy cock in and out of her, focused entirely on making her feel as good as he possibly could. She wanted to cry. He was always so sweet to her. So kind and gentle. She loved him with all her heart.

Her walls clamped down on him hard, cunt spasming as she came with a moan, eyes closing with it, body shuddering with bliss. When she finally came to, it was to find Robert still frantically rutting against her, breathing harsh as he chased his orgasm. Tilting her head so she was murmuring into his ear, Alice began to talk to him.

“You always take such good care of me, Robbie,” she told him, hand rising to tangle in his hair. “Always make me come so hard.”

“Ohh…” he whined, face burying deeper in her neck, cock twitching as it prepared to spill another load. Alice smiled softly.

“Feel so good…always so good,” she shivered as he throbbed. “Love how it feels when you come in me, baby. Always makes me feel so full.”

Robert let out a thunderous moan, body stilling, hips flush to hers and he started to empty inside her, cock pulsing with it, his entire body twitching with each generous spray of seed.

“Fuck,” Alice hissed once they’d finally come to a complete stop, her body slumping deeper into the mattress. Robert pressed adoring kisses all along her neck and shoulder, remaining seated inside of her as they both relaxed. Turning her head enough for him to kiss her lips, Alice smiled when he pecked her nose right after.

“Time is probably almost out,” she murmured.

“Mm,” he wrapped both arms tight around her, resting his head into the crook of her shoulder and closing his eyes. “Let’s just stay like this, then.”

“Okay,” she was more than happy to snuggle down into his arms, his chest warm against her back as they rested. Her eyes drifted closed, and when she opened them, she was staring up at the ceiling over her own bedroom, back in the beachhouse. Mind still groggy, she fumbled to pull the IV tube free from her arm, tossing it away and rolling over to nestle comfortably into Robert’s side where he was laying beside her, groaning groggily. She pulled his IV out too, tossing it away in the general direction of the PASIV.

Dom and Arthur would have been appalled. Whatever. She’d put it all away later.

“Mm,” Robert mumbled, still a little dazed, even as he put his arms around her. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Alice giggled, nosing at his chest affectionately. “I think I would say that was a successful experiment, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yes. Very successful.”

She smiled, stretching her legs out slightly, body still locked in the final stages of post-orgasmic bliss. Robert shifted beside her, then made a face.

“Ugh.”

“What?” she lifted her head.

“I’m gonna have to throw out these pants.”

Glancing down, she snorted at the obvious wet spot on the front of his slacks. Between her legs felt wet and sticky as well, the only evidence of what they’d been up to together in their shared dream.

“I feel like a teenager waking up from a wet dream again,” Robert complained, throwing his head back dramatically. Alice laughed, sitting up to kiss him. He cupped her face, smiling into the kiss.

“That happen often for you?” she snickered. He stroked her cheek.

“Only when I dreamed of you.”

“Cheesy,” she chastised fondly.

“Hey, you fucked your projection of me, you have no room to talk.”

She laughed, laying her head back down on his chest, arms wrapping around him. God, he was her absolute favorite.

“So…” he trailed off, fingers petting against her shoulder.

“Yes…?” she asked, glancing up at him.

“Was that better than with the projection?”

“Oh, so is that what this was all about? You in some competition with yourself?” she asked with a smile, stretching up to kiss him again. “Much better,” she admitted, once they’d broken away. Robert grinned dorkily, chest puffing out proudly, and she snorted. Yes, definitely her favorite. “Shower?” she asked, pecking him again.

“Ugh. God, yes, please.”

She laughed, climbing off of him, taking his hands and helping to haul him up to his feet, kissing him joyfully as she let him walk her backwards towards the ensuite bathroom and the much anticipated shower.

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