"Can you come here?" Michael paused and then reentered his bedroom.
"What is it?"
"Can anda come here?" Michael paused and then reentered his bedroom.
The sight that hit him was a dream. Stray candles all around his room had been lit, his patio doors had been opened letting in the fresh storm air, and there, in the middle of his own bed, was his biggest and darkest fantasy. Mark's masculine figure was lying, bare, with his sparkly comforter pulled just high enough to make Michael's head spin.
"Mark...," Michael whispered. Mark looked back at him with such eyes. Michael knew what he wanted now for sure; it was him after all. Michael exhaled and put a hand to his chest in relief.
"Michael, come here." Mark breathed. Michael felt his legs carry him to the edge of the tempat tidur where he sat timidly. Immedietly, Mark cupped his pretty face and pressed his lips to his own, careless to the slipping comforter revealing his secrets.
Michael grew hard instantly at this display of passion. His knees trembled and he tried to squeeze himself between his thighs. Mark moaned and pulled at Michael's jubah tassel.
"Oh!" Michael jumped slightly and broke their kiss. Yes, he wanted Mark. He wanted him all over his own bare warm flesh. Why was he so nervous? Mark instead gently pushed the kerah of his jubah apart exposing his nipples. He kissed his way down Michael's neck to the center of his chest. He was taut and lean without a trace of a hair. Mark wished he could see a little better. He knew the skin condition Michael spoke of, but he wanted to be part of Michael; to understand for him.
He moved to his berwarna merah muda, merah muda nipple which hardened before his very eyes in the cool air. When Mark's warm tongue slowly swirled around his nipple Michael lost it.
"OH...Oh!"
"Michael...," Mark gasped gazing up at him in the darkness. But the glowing outlines of Michael's sensual chin above him and his hardened nipples was fine for now.
Mark shifted on puncak, atas of Michael. He began to suckle at his neck. Michael held him tight and moaned higher and higher; he wanted to membungkus, bungkus his legs around him but couldn't because of his robe. Mark continued to suck and ciuman and Michael gasped and breathed in his scent mixed with the fresh outdoors.
Mark reached a hand down to Michael's swollen manhood. Michael moaned in response at his sexual touch.
"Babe...please...," Mark begged. Michael covered his face and sucked his lip. "Oh, Michael...," Mark buried his face in his wild curls.
Michael nudged him and slowly moved his shaking hands down to untie his robe. Mark shifted for him, his breath increasing. Michael pulled his loosened jubah aside and spread his legs for Mark to rest between.
"Oh Jesus, Michael," Mark was overcome as their warm and swollen sensual parts came to rest against one another for the first time.
I wish I could express just how strong my cinta for Michael Jackson is. He was such an amazing man and I wish I could've at least hugged him back when he was still alive, but I was too busy dealing with my rough early childhood. He makes me feel like I'm not alone though. I can't explain just how much him and his musik help me. I want to be like him in so many ways. He was always such a beautiful man and a little boy at heart, keeping this sense of innocence and this imagination that most lose. I promise I'll never lose any of that either. I couldn't if I wanted to. It's such a part of me. Sharing it with Michael makes me so happy and knowing he would've loved me too makes me feel even better. He was very misunderstood and so am I. I wish he'd felt less alone and had lebih who could see into his soul with love. I cinta him in all the ways possible and I respect and look up to him so damned much. I can't say it better than that. I cinta you, Michael.
Fancy's P.O.V.
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come halaman awal today, but she called and berkata that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until selanjutnya Tuesday. She berkata she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling dokar, pertunjukan we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a tanggal with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
At last, I was at home, where I belonged. My mother was supposed to come halaman awal today, but she called and berkata that her trip was postponed and she had to stay in New York City until selanjutnya Tuesday. She berkata she'd hated that she couldn't see us, it had been at least a year, though she still loved us. Being with my aunt isn't really exciting, she ignores us until there's a big modeling dokar, pertunjukan we have to do. I was scrunched up on the couch, under my fluffy blue blanket, watching the Brady Bunch. Felicity was on a tanggal with her new boyfriend, and my aunt was out shopping with her girly snobby friends, so I was alone. Nothing special about today, just glad to be at home.
* I might end this story, because of lack of ideas, I'll pull through. I also might take a longer time to update since I'm starting school soon. *
Jaycee's P.O.V.
I sit alone in my bathroom upstairs, my reflection staring back at me. Mascara tears were rolling down on my cheeks, making my face look like it had spiders on it. Chunks of my own hair was scattered under my chair. That's right, I cut my hair. Now it was a short bob and it has a red-auburn color to it.
If my family won't change, then I'll just have to change for them. I can focus on anything anymore, all I ever think about is my torn up family. They're starting to affect me in ways that will ruin my life entirely. I changed my sense of style, from pretty girly girl dresses to black leather coats and lots of eyeliner.
I sit alone in my bathroom upstairs, my reflection staring back at me. Mascara tears were rolling down on my cheeks, making my face look like it had spiders on it. Chunks of my own hair was scattered under my chair. That's right, I cut my hair. Now it was a short bob and it has a red-auburn color to it.
If my family won't change, then I'll just have to change for them. I can focus on anything anymore, all I ever think about is my torn up family. They're starting to affect me in ways that will ruin my life entirely. I changed my sense of style, from pretty girly girl dresses to black leather coats and lots of eyeliner.
Amazing What People Can Do With Technology
![Some 90's Michael =]](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/37000000/Some-90-s-Michael-michael-jackson-37090735-300-507.jpg)
Michael now
The dress Dahlia's going to wear next week
