2017 Purple Eggplant Winner: BEST PRINCHAEL//2016 NPG AWARD WINNER : BEST DRAMA
"A tale of a pretty girl who gets what she wants, including two of the 80's most prominent figures."
Throughout music history, there's been speculation of rivalry bet...
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January 1, 1984
Chanhassen, Minnesota
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I was coming out of a dream. Almost literally. Before I even opened my eyes to the first morning of the new year, I was already panting in ecstasy.
Subtle moans slipped through my lips as I felt something soft and wet running up and down my clitoris. I put my hands under the thick comforter to feel Prince's head buried in the apex of my thighs.
His taster was sucking up my juices like a morning smoothie. It explained the wet dream I was just having.
I elevated my knees to widen his field and he groaned in gratitude.
My hand balled a fist in his wild hair. "Baby?" I moaned.
His tongue circled my opening, going round and round, teasing me and building my tension.
Finally, he pushed his tongue through and began flicking it.
He was moaning with me, now, but his moans were deep, and the vibrations sent my hands in my own hair. I'd rather pull mine out before his. I couldn't distract him.
"Oh, shit, baby," I whispered. My stomach was trembling as my breathing became faulty.
I could hear his skilled tongue meshing with my wetness. Then he was sucking. It was loud. And hard. And it felt so damn good, my digits were curling over the bed sheets.
I took my right hand and slid it down in between my heated legs, invading his space. I split my fingers down my middle and parted my outer lips. His tongue relaxed then pressed hard against me. He snaked his neck, really working it with his technique.
My waist was jerky and his grip around my thighs were tight.
I flew open my eyes and focused my view on the colorful painting above me. "Baby, please," I begged. I wanted him inside me. Not like this. I wanted him to fuck me.
