🚘 to go for a midnight joyride with my muse - a wild ride for zs big day [technically it's on the 25th but still. let the homies kick it]
“Hol up, you not ready for this one!”
A grin rests on the baker’s face, no doubt due to finally having time to just kick it with his homie and also the gifts that rested in his trunk. While usually cautious, driving with both hands on the wheel. But thanks to a little magic, the wheel not only steered itself but made a few turns with near-perfect accuracy.
He laughs before driving normally, turning down the music as his eyes scanned for a place to grab a snack.
“It feels good to finally just chill on the planet,” Chris smiles. “I appreciate you watching Dynamic Duo while I looked for Alice.”
“But…how’s it feel to make another trip around the sun?”
send 🌙 to go skinny dipping with my muse send 🍩 to go inner-tubing with my muse send 🏊 to go swimming in the creek with my muse send 🎣 to go fishing with my muse send 🛥️ to go on a boat ride with my muse send 🍦 to get ice cream with my muse send 🍧 to get shaved ice/a snow cone with my muse send 💦 to push my muse in the pool send ⛺ to camp out under the stars with my muse send 🚶 to go for an evening stroll with my muse send 🚘 to go for a midnight joyride with my muse send 🔫 to spray my muse with the hose/water gun send 🎈 to have a water balloon fight with my muse send 🍫 to make s’mores with my muse send 🍖 to barbecue with my muse
What was your muse’s first sexual experience?What was your muse’s best sexual experience?What was their worst sexual experience?
The baker offers up a small bashful laugh, face as red as a tomato. He thinks of his first sexual experience, blushing at the thought. Memories of soft kisses, subtle touches, and gentle yet aggressive guidance that made his partner feel good.
“The first time I had like legit sex was 19. My college partner, Daisy, kind of planned it out. We hung out at her local comedy club, saw a movie with friends and then she not subtly took me to her dorm.”
A hand rubs his neck.
“She gave me a few smooches and played a few songs. Next thing I knew, I made my sexual debut.” He laughs.
When the question of the best experience, one in partciular comes to mind. A certain artist and vampire who may have been the subject of many a sketch in his notebook. His hand rubs the left side of his neck, his face turning as red as a tomato.
“This is nothing against my previous partners,” Chris starts. “Buuuuuuuuut, there was a artist named Acacia who kind of rocked my world. We…” He pauses finding the right word.
“We talked many times. But the first time was the one that kind of had me wrapped around her finger for a year. She greeted me at the door wearing a hoodie she stole from me and nothing else. Though we watched a movie, Acacia kept giving me hints and teases before she ended up…”
His blush grows as he covers his cheek.
“Well keeping me up all night and covering me in scratches and bite marks. I don’t know it was something about her saying I’m hers that really got me.”
But when it came to worse experience, Chris’s face soured.
“The last time me and Xavier fooled around,” he stated matter of factly. “I think it was after one of his dumbass film screenings. He tried to fondle me when we drove home and all I could think about was him cheating on me. He tried to get me hot and bothered but I was so mad I just mumbled ‘unhand me’ and dropped him off without watching him walk in his apartment.”
