I’ve been kind of in a funk this past week, I started my period and that always throws me off. But more than that, the collective energy of the world has been weighing on me.

Now don’t get me wrong. I hated the way the world was, it wasn’t working before. I was tired and drained all the time, the thought of a different society gives me hope… Well, you know if they don’t kill most of us off with a “vaccine” first.

Tonight had I contemplated drinking a little bit more of dead grandpy’s whiskey. I’ve been dabbling in the spirits lately, a little more than I outta.

Instead I turned on the news to see if I could catch a story about some of the wild fires. That was a laugh, nothing but politics and Covid 19.

Then I glanced at my phone, and found a new video from Sam Vaknin. What luck? His latest lecture was exactly what I needed to hear (I’ll leave the video link at the bottom of this post).

After spending an hour working through my inner demons, I headed for for a run. Nothing clears my head like a good workout. Unfortunately, the fires had left the air quality horrendous, and had me coughing worse than a senior citizen with underlying medical conditions after catching Covid.

Still, during the run, my brain wandered and I was able to fit some pieces together from the lecture and come up with the inspiration for a story tonight.

Listen, I’m desperate to expel the rest of my memories of The Prince so I can release the new book, and move on to the next chapter of my life. And trust me, I can tell that you boys are ready for me to be out on the market again… and girls, we’ll see!

The Prince and I had recently slept together for the first time, and planned a rendezvous at my place.

I was kid free for the weekend and couldn’t think of a better way to spend it. I was so excited! After all, I’m not into casual sex and it had been close to a year since I’d broken things off with my ex.

The Prince had awoken my sexual appetite, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted him to do to my body. Seriously, I was hornier than a teenaged boy who discovered his first Playboy!

The Prince was everything my ex wasn’t (after all she was a girl). He was tall and strong, young and fit, with an ass so round and juicy, it made me want to cry.

More than that, he was a real man. Even though he was more than a decade younger than me, he had this air about him that scared the living shit out of me. I wanted nothing more than for him to control and dominate me.

Yeah, I know I’m fucked up… and I’m not gonna lie about it.

The way he looked at me like he could destroy me, was a fucking turn on. I knew he was hiding who he really was, and that mystery my friends, drew me to him like a moth to a flame. The danger consumed me to the core.

Okay, I’m going to have to take a break from writing now to calm myself down. Just kidding!

Anyway, I arrived home from work that Friday night and tidied up my apartment. Then I got into the shower. Just as I finished drying myself, the power shut off. I touched up my makeup near an open window and decided to wait it out. After about twenty minutes the lights still hadn’t turned back on and I started to get anxious.

After researching the website to the local power company, I discovered what was going on. A transformer had blown up, and the electricity wasn’t expected to be restored anytime soon. Maybe not until the following morning

I texted The Prince to let him know what was up.

“What time were planning on coming by? The power just went out and might not come back on until tomorrow.”

He didn’t respond, and it was starting to get dark, so I lit some candles. About twenty minutes later he did.

“I’ll be off work in a few minutes and will head your way.”

“Are you sure you still want to spend the night here?” I asked. “We won’t be able to watch TV. I didn’t make anything to eat yet.”

“Maybe we should stay at my place,” he suggested.

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

“I’ll go home. Can you please wait one hour, and then come?” he asked. “I will order dinner.”

“Sure, just text me when you want me to leave.”

“Okay.”

Aww, the sweet Princy needed some extra time to pick up his apartment for me. He was such a regal gentleman!

After our conversation, I put out most of the candles, before heading into my closet to pack an overnight bag. I grabbed a little black night gown to wear that I recently purchased just for him. I threw in some face wash, a tooth brush and my glasses. Then I waited for the text. Once it came, I drove the eight miles to his apartment.

The Prince met me outside and walked me into his little studio.

I placed my bag on the floor, and went to take a seat on his sofa. As I stepped forward, my foot slipped on his rug and I almost lost my balance. Princy Poo caught my wrist just in time to save me from the fall.

I was embarrassed but we laughed it off together. “I think you may need to ‘Asterisk proof’ your apartment,” I warned.

“Stand up,” he instructed, “I’ll tuck the rug under the couch.”

“You don’t have to do that. It’s okay.”

“Stand up.”

That was enough to get my juices flowing. I loved it when he was demanding.

“Can I use your bathroom?” I asked, grabbing my overnight bag.

While The Prince adjusted the rug, I decided to slip into my lingerie.

As I returned from the bathroom, The Prince caught sight of me for the first time. “Wow!” he said.

I watched his face flush, then looked down just in time to catch his enormous erection poking through the top of his basketball shorts.

“Sit down, please,” he directed me gently. “I bought us some fruit.”

I took a seat next to my king and nibbled on melon just like he told me to. The nightgown had been the most forward thing I had ever done to get his attention. I was still shy and waiting for him to make the first move. The anticipation was titillating.

Then out of no where:

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

“Open up! Police!”

I was pulled out my trance faster than the regret from pissing on an electric fence!

“What the fuck?” Princy Poo asked, as he stood up. He began looking around the apartment and peeked through his blinds.

“OPEN THE DOOR NOW!”

The second he had unlocked it, two female officers barged in.

“Probation! We are here for a random drug check. Have you been drinking anything tonight?” one of them asked.

“No, nothing.”

“Have you been doing any drugs? Smoking Marijuana?”

“No.”

“Open up and stick out your tongue.”

I watched in horror as one of them inserted a breathalyzer into his mouth.

There I was, close to naked on his couch, with a room full of pigs. It was not how I had anticipated spending my evening.

The second officer started searching the apartment. After the Prince proved himself clean, they began questing me.

“Are you on probation?”

“No.”

“Are these your belongings?”

“Yes.”

“Come here,” one of the officers directed His Majesty, while pointing inside a drawer. “Are you allowed to have this?”

Princy Poo seemed uncertain, but still managed to keep his cool as he followed the officer’s orders. I watched as The Prince looked into his drawer.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he said.

“This!”

Both officers began laughing after one of them retrieved a little Teddy bear and held it in the air.

“I’m just fucking with you!” she taunted. “We smelled Marijuana on our way up here and thought for sure we would bust you, but you’re clean.”

Both officers headed towards the door. Just before they left, one of them said to us with a chuckle, “You two enjoy your love affair.”

We sat silently listening to their foot steps as they descended the stairway.

“Holy shit!” I said, once they were out of ear shot, “You are so fucking lucky!”

“I know, they never came here before. I didn’t think they really would.”

“We were supposed to be at my place tonight!” I continued.

“Yes.”

“What would have happened if they came, and you weren’t here?” I asked.

“They would have told my probation officer and I could be sentenced to jail for one year.”

“So if the electricity hadn’t gone out, and we were at my place right now, you’d be going to jail for a year?”

“Yes.”

“Wow! That was a miracle, a sign. You need to be more careful. You can’t keep breaking your curfew,” I lectured.

“It will be fine now. They won’t come again.” The Prince was confident. “I have been on probation for five months, this was the first time they come.”

“This was a gift! I mean it. The lights went off so you wouldn’t go to jail!” I said.

The Prince laughed. “You think the lights went off in an entire city, just so I wouldn’t go to jail? You think God did that for me?”

“No! I think he did for me. If you went to jail because you were staying at my place, I’d never forgive myself.”

The Prince shook his head and grabbed my hand. “Come here.” Then he led me to his bed.

One might think what had just occured would have startled The Prince, maybe killed his erection for a bit. You know, having just been clowned by two girls! But actually it was quite the opposite.

The incident had given my man an adrenaline rush of the likes I had never experienced before. He pulled me onto his bed, ripped off my nightie and penetrated me with the gusto of a demonic thoroughbred. It was fucking magical. An hour later, he did it again.

I fell asleep that night, happy, exhausted, and at peace in his arms.

The following morning I was awakened to the sound of running water. I reached around the empty bed to feel for my man’s body. It took me a few seconds to I realize I was alone and that he was in the shower. Even though it was the weekend, The Prince still had to go into work.

I got up, and dressed myself as I waited for him to finish. When he came out from the bathroom I said to him, “Hey, I just had a crazy dream. It was so weird, you were here and then all of a sudden, you were gone. I think it was a premonition. I woke up anxious and felt around for you, but you weren’t in the bed.”

He looked at me like I was a candidate for the special olympics. “I was in the shower.”

“I know but, it felt so strange.”

“Would you like coffee?” he offered.

“No, I’m good.”

“I have to leave now, I’d offer you to stay but I don’t have an extra key.”

“No, no. I’m ready. Let me put on my shoes.”

I followed The Prince down the stairs, to our cars. He gave me a hug. “I’ll come by after work.”

“We better just stay here tonight, I don’t want to risk it.”

He gave me a stern glare. “Asterisk, they won’t come by again.”

“Yeah but…”

“I’ll text you in an hour, I’m late for work.”

“Okay.”

But that is another story…

Je suis le seul en qui tu peux avoir confiance.

Oh yeah, don’t forget to watch Sammy’s video!

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