The 80s

Grammy's 1987

[ Days Without Sex: 7]

I pressed the pillow to my face, muffling my screams as reached my peak, I tossed the pillow onto the floor, as I stared into the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.

I was never a big masturbator before but now I'm literally aching for some type of stimulation. Sleeping in the bed with him at night is hard enough, we just stare into the ceiling most of the night trying to have a conversation but we both know what we could be doing.

I swung my feet over my bed and stepped into my heel. I looked mirror, smoothing my gown down. "You will pull yourself together young lady. You are a strong woman and you can do this."

I showered myself in mango body mist, took a deep breathe and headed downstairs.

"I'm ready." I announced causing Prince to look up. His eyes went heavy lidded as he watched me intensely coming down the stairs. He looked so good in his a suit with his on glasses, a hand tucked in his pocket the other hand holding his coat.  When I got in front of there we stood there just looking at each other, his cologne seeped into my nose. He smelled so good I just wanted a little taste.

"You ready?"

"Yeah." I said softly

The ride was completely silent which increased the sexual tension. We sat across from each other. I had to crack a window because I felt like I was burning up. My dress had a long slit up revealing my thigh. I crossed my leg, enjoying the breeze. I whipped out my compact to check my makeup, making sure there isn't any makeup on my teeth. These red carpet fashion reporters always on some bullshit. I peeked last my mirror a bit and I could see Prince taking in every inch of my body, almost animalistic like. Then he gazed at me from under his eyes, I was caught in his trance for a minute.

The sounds of the crowd growing strong and stronger as we pulled up to Shrine Auditorium. I cleared my throat and closed my compact. We both tried to pull ourself together.

"Ready..?" he asked, taking my hand.

"If that's what you wanna call it.."

The driver opened our door and the full volume of the crowd hit us. We stepped out hand in hand. I couldn't help but remember that this is our first official public appearance together, as an official couple. That thought alone put a smile on my face. We waved to the crowd, I blew them kisses made little faces at them being my usual dramatic self.

The reporters beckoned us to come in closer, trying to talk over the screaming fans and the paparazzi yelling at us to look at them.

"The red carpet is in total pandemonium not only has the pop diva, Jasmyn arrived, looking as lovely as ever might I add but she's joined by the baddest man in rock n' roll. His purple majesty himself, Prince!"

The crowd went in an uproar at the utterance of his name! He smiled and waved, clutching onto my hand even tighter.

I squinted my eyes trying to ease the pain of the lights flashing.

"First of all ...lookin' faaaaaantastic..."

"The best looking couple here..." the man added in.

"She looks great doesn't she." He smiled, pointing to me, he backed up trying to give me the attention. I smiled even harder, pulling my hair over my shoulder.