This post contains stories of an adult sexual nature.
This is a collection of stories that are floating around the internet regarding sexual encounters women say they had with Michael Jackson. While some are anonymous internet confessionals, others are published accounts from women known to be connected to Michael Jackson. What’s true or not is widely a matter of speculation. These are not necessarily fanfictions, but all are possibly true. This blogsite is about getting to the core of Michael’s human side. I think these stories all need to be considered with a grain of salt, some may be true, some may not. Judge for yourselves.
Did Michael Jackson get Leid?
My name is, let’s say, Mary and I am 37 years old. And what I have to say to you is that Michael Jackson was a normal human being with faults and habits and even vices. I keep on reading in this site and in many others people trying to picture Michael as a saint, an angel, a perfect human being on one hand and at the other hand, people trying to make Michael seem like a weirdo, a freak, a man from outer space in different newspapers and all sort of articles on the internet. And nothing bothers me more than this because I had the chance to know Michael and I know that in his private life he was a normal guy, a guy that liked women, that liked to flirt and to have fun, a guy that liked to have an affair, just a guy. I am not going to deny that on stage Michael was and always will be a God, I am not going to deny that his talent was beyond real and I am not going to deny that he was indeed a great soul, that loved people and his biggest goal was to help others. No, I am not going to do that. But what I am going to do is destroy that image of a saint that you want to create about him. An image that he never wanted or liked. An image that started to surround him just because he liked to keep his private life private and because he was more of a gentleman than a thousand men together. But still, he was a man, a beautiful, talented, famous and rich man that could have any woman he liked and that did have any woman he liked. You will ask how I can be so sure, oh well, because fortunately for me, I am one of the women Michael Jackson wanted at some point of his life. Yes, Michael Jackson used to have casual sex with his fan girls and I was one of them some long time ago. I had the chance to meet Michael at a meet and greet session in 1999, I was 26 back then and I was a fan since I could remember and when a friend of mine told me about this meet and greet thing I got so excited. I guess is needless to say that I spent one week before the meeting to “fix” myself. I got a new haircut, skin treatments, new clothes and I even wore high heels, a thing that I don’t usually do. Well, all went well at the meeting session. I got in with my friend and 2 more girls, we met Michael, he hugged us all, we took some photos, asked a few questions and then sadly, we had to go. Nothing happened in there while we were with him that would hint me to what was in store for me later. Not a look, not a smile, not a touch, not even a wink, nothing. Michael acted with us all the same way, he smiled politely, he hugged us respectfully, he received our gifts blushing and talked with his soft spoken voice with all of us.
But as soon as we walked out the door, hyperventilating, of course, I was in for the biggest
surprise of my life. I just managed to get to the exit door with my friend when one big black and very tall guy patted me on my shoulder and whispered me that he has something to tell me in private. I got a little worried, I thought that maybe I somehow offended Michael or maybe I did something wrong. The guy probably noticed I was worried because he smiled and whispered again in my ear that I have nothing to be scared of and then he asked me to follow him, alone. I left my friend in the hallway and I followed the black guy into a back room. There he told me that Mr. Jackson asked me to wait for him until he finishes the session because he wants to get better acquainted with me. I started to laugh and asked if I’m on candid camera but when the guy remained serious I knew that it was not a prank. Of course I agreed to wait for “Mr. Jackson” and so I did for 2 long hours. I was left alone in that room with some refreshments, a TV set and a few magazines. After about half an hour the guy came back and told me that Mr. Jackson asks if I need something, something to eat, a special drink or anything. I said no but still some few minutes later the guy came back with some champagne and some fruits on a big plate. I was too nervous to drink or to eat anything so I kept pacing the room quietly for the next hour and a half when the door finally opened and the black guy appeared again in the door step. “We can go now miss.” He said and I followed him like a good doggy. We walked through a long corridor and we got outside through what it seemed a back door. A black limousine was waiting for someone, for me to be more precise. The guy guided me to the car, where another big black guy was standing in front of the door. My guy whispered something to the other guy and then that guy entered the car and after just a few moments the door opened and there he was, Michael Jackson in flesh and bones smiling warmly back at me. “Come in, please.” Were the first words he told me and I did as I was told. I got in the huge limousine and I sat next to Michael. Of course I was too excited and too nervous to be able to speak. I usually am a very talkative person, not very shy but now I was lost for words. As soon as the car started to move Michael started to talk, he was trying to make me feel comfortable and more at ease. He was not shy, not blushing, not stuttering, he was just charming. He explained to me that he liked me a lot and that he wanted to know me better and that if I agree he would like to spend some time with me that evening. Ha! Of course I said yes and as soon as I did Michael pulled me closer to him and gave me a big kiss on my left cheek. “Great. Thank you!” He exclaimed. The drive was not long and soon we were in front of a small building, surrounded by acres of gardens. It seemed we were in an oasis or something like that, very beautiful. Michael smiled and only after he already took my hand in his he asked if he could take my hand. We both laughed and then we entered the house. It was simple but full of style and glamour. Michael walked me into a big living room and then he excused himself for a few minutes and disappeared with two of his bodyguards while I remained with the third one. He didn’t say a thing and I didn’t either. When Michael came back he was alone and he sent away the third guard also, we were finally by ourselves. I noticed Michael had changed clothes, he was now wearing a pair of black jeans and a colored tee and his hair was pulled back in a pony tail. He sat next to me and hugged me and kissed me once more on both of my cheeks. “I am so glad you came.” He said and again he thanked me. I found it funny that he kept on thanking me for a favor he was doing me, taking me with him, in what I believe it was his secret hide-out. So I laughed. He asked me why I laugh and I told him. He laughed too and he told me that he doesn’t see it like that, like is doing me any favors and finally we agreed on the fact that nobody is doing no one favors, that we are just two friends spending some time together. The next couple of hours were fun, we talked a lot, he was very funny, making jokes, telling all sort of interesting stories and also listening to what I have to say. After these two hours I was feeling so relaxed and at ease with him, I was feeling like I knew him forever. So I guess that is how I got the guts to ask him why he picked me to come here with him. That’s the first time I saw him blushing but he went over it quickly. He told me right in my face that he liked me a lot and that I am beautiful and sexy. The next question that came out of my mouth made me blush like crazy as soon as I realized what I said. “Do you do this often?” I asked him. For a few seconds Michael didn’t say a thing and I was so afraid I ruined everything but then he started to laugh and I could sigh in relief. “No, not very often.” He said blankly and then he added “I mean, you know I am still married so it’s a little difficult.” I was amazed by his sincerity so I felt I could ask him anything so I did. I asked him about his marriage, about his both marriages in fact, about his kids and a lot of personal stuff. He answered me with no restraints. He told me that he doesn’t love Debbie and that their marriage is about to be finished but that for now she is still his wife and the mother of his children and that he has to respect her so that’s why his get aways are very rare. He told me a lot of things and that made me realize just how normal and human he is. How he also makes mistakes, how he also gives in to life’s small pleasures, how he also is made out of flesh and blood.
Long talk short, I ended up making love to Michael of course. Not once, not twice but three times that night and two more times the next morning and afternoon. And let me tell you that those were the most wonderful sex experiences I had in my life. And not because he was Michael Jackson but because he was indeed a great lover, so hot and sexy, so passionate and loving, so caring, so thoughtful and most of all so experienced, just amazing.
I know that probably by now you are all in a disbelief state but believe me, this is the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Michael Jackson was a normal man that liked to have a little get away from time to time.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that Michael was rude or insensitive or anything less than a gentleman, NO. He did explain me the night we spent together, not sleeping even for a minute I must add, that his life is very complicated and that as much as he would like he won’t be able to keep in contact with me very much. He asked me to understand him and not to judge him and he also promised me that he will never forget me. I won’t say that I wasn’t feeling madly in love with him at that time and that I wouldn’t have loved to stay with him forever but I understood that it was just not possible and I was well aware that whatever happened that night happened with my total approval and wish and there was no one to blame or to judge. I was feeling blessed for such an opportunity even if it was just a one night stand. Anyway, one brief moment I did gave in my feelings and when Michael promised me he will never forget me I asked him this one thing that was so bothering me. I said “Michael, will you please remember my name?” You see, I am not going to say that I was a saint myself but I wasn’t very used with one night stands either and thinking that at some point he might remember this night as a whole but not my name and he will say in his head “Ohhh, what a great night I spent with that brunette girl, God what was her name?” This thing freaked me out so badly that I had to ask him that, almost having tears in my eyes. He was so nice and sweet. Right after I asked him and I realized that I was about to cry I got scared again that I blew all the night away, that he will just think that I’m another crazed fan and that he will send me away in an instant. Instead, he was so gentle. He promised me that he will always remember my name and then he hugged me and he told me this “Mary, I don’t want this to sound as a cliché but I do believe in fate and destiny and in God. And if God has something more in store for the two of us be sure that our paths will cross again.” He probably said that just to comfort me or maybe he really believed in fate, who knows? The important thing is that he was thoughtful enough to comfort me and that alone speaks for the special man he was.
Anyway, two days later I got a knock on the door very early in the morning. Opening the door, a very big black guy wearing black shades was standing on my door step holding a big flower bouquet and a note. He handed it to me and left without saying anything else than goodbye. On the note it was written “Thank you for the wonderful moments Mary.” It was not signed but I knew immediately who sent it.
And this was the end of the story for then. But then 2 years later I got an early knock on the door again. And again a tall black guy was standing on my door step with a flower bouquet and an envelope. In the envelope there were 5 VIP tickets to Michael Jackson’s 30th anniversary special and a note that was saying “I hope you will be able to make it Mary.” And this time it was signed
with his initials, MJ. To be honest I cried when I saw he still remembered me as he promised, that he still remembered where I lived and that, most important, he remembered my name. Of course I planned to go to the concert but unfortunately, just 3 days before, my mom died. In the midst of all the pain my mother’s death caused me and all the funeral thing I totally forgot about the concert and about Michael. But after a few months I found myself crying with the VIP tickets in hands and I decided I had to find a way to tell Michael what happened and why I wasn’t able to go to his anniversary. Long story short, after a lot of days spent in search of an address or an e-mail I finally found something and I sent Michael a short letter in which I told him what happened with my mom and then a few things about how my life was going since we last saw each other. 1 month passed and then I got an answer. Again the early knock and the black guy holding an envelope and one single white rose this time. Inside the envelope it was a small letter from Michael himself, in his own hand writing in which he was expressing his condolences for my loss and he was telling me about his life too, about his projects and goals and about how happy he was that I wrote him. He was also promising me again in that letter that he will always remember me and my name and the nice moments we shared. I wrote him back thanking for the attention he was giving me but sadly I never got an answer back and I thought that was all.
But then the whole Hell broke loose in 2005 and I felt I had to let him know that I stand by him and that I don’t believe any of the stupid things media says. I wrote him a very long letter and I
got back a simple note saying just “Thank you Mary!” You see, this simple note impressed me so much. With everything he had on his mind he still took time to reply me and he again showed me that he remembered my name and our talk that night. In spite of the torment he was put through those days he found it in his heart to take a minute and show me that he still remembers.
Then the trial was over and he went away and I knew that there is no way I could get in touch with him again. But once more he surprised me. In April 2009 I was already living in another place so one afternoon I received a phone call on my cell. It was a woman asking if I am Miss Mary and then telling me that Mr. Jackson wants to send me something and that he needs my new address. I almost fainted on the phone and I almost fainted 5 days later when at my door step showed up a white tall man this time with a flower bouquet and an envelope. The envelope
contained 1 VIP ticket this time to the first This Is It concert in London, 1 flight ticket and 1 reservation for a room in a well known hotel in London. The note beside the tickets was saying just this “I can’t wait to see you again Mary. It will be magic.” Signed Michael, just Michael.
I never replied to that note although this time I was not going to miss the concert for anything in the world. I just thought that I will show up there and give him a little surprise. But I guess God chose to surprise the whole world by taking Michael away so soon and so abruptly. I cried a lot that day I found out he was gone. I cried a lot the days that followed that day. I still cry
sometimes when I remember him and our brief moments together and I fight with God for not giving me the chance to see him one more time. Maybe it would’ve really been magic as he promised me. But it seems that fate had nothing more in store for us, it seems that we were not meant to be together, it seems that Michael was right once again. Everything is in God’s hands.
So this is my story. It is a true story that I wanted to share with Michael’s fans to make them understand for once that he was indeed a very beautiful, caring, thoughtful, nice person, that he was kind and loving and that he valued and respected people but just that, he was not a saint, he was not perfect. He was just a guy, with normal needs and faults. One thing he told me that night is this “Mary, this is me. This is who I am, as you see me now. A guy that have been married and divorced, a guy that married again for an agreement, a guy that cheats on his wife, just a normal guy. I’d rather people call me a cheater than a weirdo. I’d rather they would judge me for my human errors and not for a skin disorder I didn’t ask for or some stupid rumors I did not spread.”
And this is what I want to do now for Michael, let the world know how normal he was. Maybe everyone will stop call him names and start call him human.
The Yvette Groupie Story
*Originally said to have been posted on a forum to discuss sexual encounters with celebrities in 2002, so this story has been lurking around the internet since at least before the trial so this likely could be true considering there are details about his bedroom and other things unknown before the trial This is the original version. a revised version popped up later on the internet. it is unknown if the second version is legitimate or a fanfiction based on this version, the original.
someone told me about this site on saturday
so i thought I´d check it out, you guys are pretty funny, I want to tell you about something that happened between me and the man himself, you don´t have to believe me and you can put me on blast all you want but the person who told me about the board (does josie post in here? What´s her name?) knows that I´m not some crazy groupie wannabe, so here it goes..my name is yvette, I´m songwriter/producer and I´m 27 years old. I probably shouldn´t be saying this but I don´t think anyone will care too much.
I had sex with Michael Jackson in November of 2000. I was asked to submit a few songs for inclusion on Invincible. I was invited to work with him, working on harmonies and vocals and stuff. we became kinda buddy – buddy during the course of the time we worked together. I thought he was flirty with me but I fugred that I must have been imaging it because I thought mike was gay and if he wasn´t, that he only was interested in white women (I´m black latina), but one day mike asked if I wanted to come chill with him and some other people back at his place, I agreed.
during the night I became convinced that mike was definitely flirting with me. he´d whisper things into my ear, grab me around he waist, things like that let me tell you, michael jackson looks sexier than any of you would ever imagine, when we hung out he wasn´t wearing any makeup, he´d wear sweatpants and a baseball cap. he looked so normal and he really does have ths sexy presence around him, the little mannerisms he does — biting his lip, pressing up against you. I never thought Michael Jackson was sexy before but I sure do now
when the get-together was winding down, I thanked Mike for the lovely evening and got ready to leave, Michael asked if I´d like to stay. I agreed to stay and we started talking, mike was really talkative, I think it had something to do with the six glasss of wine he drank through the night (who knew michael jackson drank?!?) he started asking about if I had a boyfriend I told him no I got really bold and asked if he had a girlfriend and he said no.
then (in full flirt mode I asked him if her ever got lonely (I kinda sang it, think the janet jackson song “I get lonely”. I was tipsy, as if that excuses it haha) and he kinds laughed and said “yeah, I do sometimes” then he leaned in and kissed me.
at first it was kinda soft but once he figured out that I liked it he got more aggressive and started moving he hand (huge hands by the way) up my shirt and started undresssing me. i went to undo his pants and he stopped me and said “no, not here…come with me” (considering how hot I was at that point, cruel choice of words)
so I followed him to his bedroom which was really freaky looking. there was mickey mouse stuff and toys and jesus paintin all over the place. It almost got me out of the mood. almost. anyway, he pretty much threw me onto the bed and ripped off the rest of my clothes. I finished undressing him, and boy was I in for a suprise. Let´s just say michael jackson has a lot to be proud of. I´d say he´s almost 9,9-1/2 inches long and really thick.
I think mike noticed me staring with my eyes wide open because he said “so you approve?”, I smiled at him and started going down on him. I could barely take all of him in my mouth, while I was licking and sucking michael was making these noises, I barely could keep from laughin. he kinda hisses and “hee-hee”s. no kidding.
when he was getting really excited he stopped me and laid me back on the bed. he spread open my legs and kissed up my things. when he got to my pussy he started lickin my clit faster than anyone ever has. he´s lock his lips around it and suck, too. he had me too wet for words. then he stuck a finger inside me and started finger fucking me. right before i was about to cum he stopped and asked if I was on the pill, I told him yes and then he entered me.
it hurt a little at first because he´s so big (and I´m definitely not a virgin) but once he eased himself in it was hot as hell. he has some rhythm, I´ll tell ya. he was rocking it like I´ve never been rocked before. he kept on pushing my legs farther and farther apart, he went deeper and deeper, he was so deep, I thought he was going to split me in two i came and after that he told me to get on top of him.
I got on top and started riding him, he was grabbing and messaging and licking my breasts. it felt so good. I started working it, rotating my hips and michael made these little gruntin noises and mumled something like “oooh, it feels so right” (I like to think that he was talking about me in you rock my world, although I don´t really think so). then he grabbed my hips and turned me on my belly and entered me from behind. he´s kinda kinky. I wouldn´t have thought it but he was spanking me –such a big turn-on. we did the doggy style thing for a while and he came inside of me. he pulled me next to him on th bed and kissed me everywhere, he was really sweet even if he did fall asleep five minutes later.
I spent the night and the next morning he said how great the night before was and offered to take me home. I declined and hailed a cab. later that day when i was back at my apartment he had tons of flowers delivered to me with a handwritten card that said “thanks for last night, you´re beautiful. M.J.” I was there when mike finished the vocals on my song, but we never hooked up again. I´ve seen him him a few times at various events and he´s always very warm and nice but now that I think about it, he doesn´t seem like the type who wants relationship, just sex. i don´t regret having sex with him, and I´d do it again, he was easily the best I´ve ever had. I wish he would have used my song for the album though haha. I have to wonder how many women he´s had. Anyone have any stories Am I special or is this a normal occurrence with MJ? I´d love to hear from the rest of you.
posted on July 16, 2002
Yvette’s story revised
*This is from another blog, the Yvette story. It’s unknown whether this story is entirely authentic, the same Yvette posting somewhere else to elaborate, or a fanfiction based on the other. It was at one point on a site where you had to pay to read it. There are extreme inconsistencies with the age. Was this done by the writer, or was it done by the people who ran the site? Who knows…
I’ve been dying to share about a night I spent w/ Michael Jackson. Of course, I expect everyone to say I’m lvying; it’s the reason I haven’t said anything for so long. My name is Yvette. For obvious reasons, I’m not going to tell you my last name. Back in November of 2000 I was a very young but very wise and knowledgeable 18 year old. I tell you this, because I don’t want you to think I was some young naive, little girl. You’ll figure out why when I get to the meat of this story.
I’m 27 years old now and a successful songwriter/producer but back then I was just starting out as a song writer — struggling really. So you can imagine how excited I was when I got a call from Dr. Dre. He had originally been asked to produce the Invincible album but declined. Anyway, he told me he’d run into Rodney Jerkins, who was currently working on the project; they were thinking about working on another project together and Rodney got a chance to hear some of my work.
He asked about me, and Dr. Dre said he’d get in touch with me. To make a long story short, they asked me to submit a couple of songs for the album!!!! I mean, I was on cloud nine but that’s not what this story is about. After hearing the songs, Michael asked to meet with me too and we began working on some harmonies and vocals together for a couple of songs that he was thinking of including in the album. Just imagining Michael Jackson singing one of my songs was overwhelming but I decided to play it cool and not show my desperation. Really, I didn’t want to be pushy about my songs, I was just so honored to be working with him!
We spent a lot of time together and of course, as you’ve all heard, Michael is very nice and every inch the gentleman, but after a while I got the feeling that somehow he liked me. You have to understand, Michael on stage is one thing but Michael in person is another. He’s very polite and that in and of itself is charming. He’s also very touchy feely, I swear! He’s always touching you on the shoulder or on the knee, asking if you’re okay, if you need anything. Any girl would feel totally charmed by him, so I was confused. I thought he liked me but I told myself that he was just being nice to me, as he was to everyone.
To be honest, I didn’t think I was someone he’d be interested in. I mean I was very young and I wasn’t White. There I said it. Rumor was that Michael was either gay or just into White women, and I’m afraid I kind of believed it. I’m a Black/Latina woman, so I didn’t even dream that he’d be interested in me.
Well, on this night, the night that I’m speaking of, Michael was really paying attention to me. I mean like really. Every time I looked up, I caught him staring at me with his deep, dark eyes. You know in person, with out the makeup, Michael is really handsome — more than he is on stage. That night he was dressed like a regular person, like he often was whenever we hung out after working in the studio. He was wearing his uniform, black pants, leather penny loafers, his Fedora and a red shirt with a white T-shirt underneath. People in the studio used to tease him all the time that he had at least 50 red shirts in his closet. Michael just laughed. He liked to laugh, and during the time I worked for him I never saw him get mad or offended, even though he was very serious about his music.
Okay, so you can tell that I liked him very much as a person,and it had occurred to me that maybe I was taking my like of him as a person and making it into something it wasn’t, but I swear to you, he was STARING at me!!!
So on that night we finished up at the studio, Michael asked if I wanted to come back to his place to hang out — I mean not just me, myself and a few of the other people who were there. So I said yes. Michael had a car waiting for him and a couple of us rode in the car with him. Everyone kind of piled in but Michael waited for me to get in and then sat next to me. It was weird feeling his thigh pressed against my own and I have to say for a slim guy, he’s very muscular. I kept staring at his hands but I could feel his eyes on me. At one point, I swear he placed his hand on the back of my head and was stroking my hair but I was so shocked I swung my head in his direction and broke contact. He just smiled at me,and I smiled back.
“You all right?” He asked me, and I said okay because I didn’t want to tell him what I was thinking. It wasn’t until we got back to his place that I really started to notice that Michael was flirting with me. And I wasn’t the only one. A couple of other people winked at me during the night. One of the background singers said, “I think Michael likes you.” I just sucked my teeth and said, “Pullease” but I was thinking the same thing.
As the evening carried on he seemed to get bolder and bolder. I mean we were having fun, drinking wine. I don’t know how many glasses he had, six or seven, but at one point he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I meant to tell you earlier that you look very nice today,” and when I laughed and said, “Oh thank you” he said, “Don’t be shy. You know you’re beautiful.” My mouth could have hit the floor! I almost said out loud, “I knew it!”. But I said nothing even though I couldn’t stop smiling.
Someone called him and he went and spoke to them but when I tried to pass him to go get another drink, he grabbed me around my waste and pulled me behind him and said, “Let me get that for you.” He poured me a glass of wine, and poured himself one and handed it to me. I took it, and he said, “Cheers”, as he brought the glass to his lips. I remember I was so busy watching his mouth, I almost forgot to drink, but at the last minute I caught myself and said, “Cheers” and took a sip of the wine. He laughed, and while staring at me again, over the rim of his glass, raised his eyebrows a little, as if he wanted me to know that he knew what I was thinking.
I can’t tell you how many times that night I found him pressed up against me, as he reached to get something or turn something off. He always apologized and smiled but by the night was over, I knew for a fact that Michael was trying to tell me something. I mean, I never looked at him that way. I respected him as an artist and like I said, I was awed to be working with him; it never in my wildest dreams occurred to me that I’d be at his place, having the man come on to me.
Towards the end of the night, I figured I needed to get the hell out of there before my imagination carried me away. So other people were leaving and I approached Michael to thank him for the evening and tell him I was going to leave, too. I’ll never forget this. He looked at me very slowly through his eyelashes and said in a soft voice, “You’re leaving already? I kind of thought you might like to stay.”
My mouth opened and closed several times with no sound coming out and somehow I managed to say okay. After everyone left, and a couple of them smirked and smiled when they saw that I wasn’t leaving, we sat down and Michael started talking. I never realized how much he liked to talk. He talked about being a musician all his life, he asked me how I got started in the industry, I mean we talked about everything. Since both of us had a lot of wine, we were feeling really inhibited and nothing seemed to be off the table. So I wasn’t surprised when he asked me if I had a boyfriend.
Quickly, too quickly I guess, I said, “NO!” and he laughed, and then, to cover up my eagerness in answering him, I said in a really bold, seductive voice, “How about you, Mr. Jackson, do YOU have a girlfriend”? It took a long time for him to answer me. I got the feeling that he wasn’t going to answer at all. He just kept staring at me with those dark eyes. “No,” he said finally, shrugging.
“Really?” I asked him teasingly, “But don’t you get lonely”? I asked the last question in a sing-song voice. I was thinking of Janet’s song, I Get Lonely, and kind of asked the question singing it in that melody.
He again looked at me for a long time with those dark eyes, so long I again thought he wasn’t going to answer. He seemed to be thinking about something really hard. Then he said, “Yeah, I get lonely sometimes” and he leaned forward and kissed me. Michael lips were very soft, and he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it and then stroked the top of my lip with his tongue. God, he was great kisser. He must have realized that I was leaning into him and not pulling away because then all of sudden his kisses got harder and more urgent. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and he taste like wine and cinnamon, I guess from the gum he’d been chewing. His hands, those big hands I was staring at in the car, started moving under my shirt and across my back and over my ribs. He squeezed my waist and let out a groan against my lips. Tentatively, his hands moved up to my breast and when I didn’t move away, he pushed his hands underneath the cups of my bra and put his palms on my breast and squeezed. Now I was groaning, too. He undid my bra and stopped massaging my breasts so he could unbutton my shirt.
Well, since he was undressing me, I didn’t want to be the only one undressed, so I started undoing his pants. But he stopped me, and for a minute I thought I’d done something wrong. I looked up at him questioningly, and he said, “No, not here.” Taking my hand, he pulled me to stand in front of him and leaned down and hungrily kissed me again. “Come on.”
I followed him to his bedroom. At that point I wasn’t even seeing or thinking straight. The only thing I remember thinking is that his bedroom was FULL of stuff. I mean there were toys, Disney stuff animals and religious pictures — just a whole lot of stuff. But I didn’t have time to take it all in because as we got to the bed, Michael pushed me down and and took my clothes off so fast, before I knew it I was naked. I’ve never been undressed that fast.
I was naked and he was standing over me, looking down at me with the sexiest look I’ve ever seen on a man; as if I was the Christmas turkey and he was starving. I reached up and started taking his clothes off. He kissed my mouth and my neck as I unbuttoned his shirt and I fell to my back when he started sucking on my breasts so I concentrated on unbuttoning his pants. He was putting kisses all over my body and I could hardly think straight but I wanted him to be as naked as I was.
Well, when I got his clothes off, he was kneeling over in front of me and I couldn’t help but gasp. It was kind of funny and we both laughed a little but my heart was beating very fast,and my eyes were wide. Michael looked down at my wide eyes and then at himself and he said, “So I guess you approve.” I swallowed, nervous, wondering how all of that was going to fit into my small frame, but instead I smiled. All of a sudden I just wanted to taste him and see if he tasted as good as he looked. So I took him in my hands and brought it to my mouth. His skin was warm and hot, and I don’t know how big Michael was, but I’d say it was nine inches at least, even nine and a half. He was so big of course I couldn’t put the whole thing in my mouth, so instead I licked and sucked on the tip and down the sides and oh, boy, Michael let me know how much he liked what I was doing. He was groaning and moaning, sucking in the air through his teeth . When I tried to get as much of him into my mouth as I could, he made this high pitched noise that made the muscles in my vagina contract with anticipation. I wanted to laugh and I almost did because I was feeling so good that I had Michael Jackson moaning and at my mercy.
Finally, he couldn’t take any more. I could tell, because he had become hard as a rock, and the veins were bulging along the sides of his neck. He pushed me down and made me lay on my back and spread my legs open. I can tell you that I didn’t feel shy or nervous at all. Michael kept caressing my arms and my thighs. He kept looking at me and shaking his head and whispering, “God, you’re soooooo beautiful.” I was melting.
He started all the way down at my ankles, placing wet kisses all along the insides of my legs to my upper thighs. My legs were shaking in anticipation and I gripped the sheets to try to stay still. When he arrived between my legs, he took his fingers and spread me open. I gasped as his tongue flickered. It was like lightening. His tongue moved back and forth like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings and an electric shock started at the base of my spine and vibrated through my body. I never knew someones tongue could move that fast! I was writhing and moving so much he put his forearms down on either side of my legs so I could stay still. Then, went I kept moving, he pressed his face in between my legs and locked his lips around me and sucked, HARD.
Everything inside of me started tightening and I could feel my muscles start to contract. I was dripping wet and Michael was sucking on me like there was no tomorrow. Then he moved his forearm off of one of my legs and stuck two fingers inside of me. He started stroking the top of my walls as he sucked and licked. I was in ecstasy. My muscles clenched at his fingers and I felt myself starting to climax. But before I could, he moved up to my lips and whispered against them, “You’re on the pill, right? Say yes.” He was already pushing inside of me. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” There were tears seeping out of the corner of my eyes.
“Ssssssssh” Michael whispered against my lips. The painful/pleasurable stretching continued until he was all the way inside. God, forgive me I couldn’t have– I wouldn’t have said no even if I wasn’t. When he was fully inside and I had stretched enough to accommodate his thickness, he kissed me deeply and PUSHED HARD. My walls started contracting and I started coming. “Oh, God!!!!” I screamed, “Oh, God!!!!!”.
He put one of his hands under my head and held it to his shoulders and used the other hand to hold himself up off of me and started gyrating his hips against me. I mean, you’ve seen Michael Jackson dance, just imagine him doing that while inside of you. He did this until I didn’t know who I was; I didn’t know where I was or how I got there. When I was done coming, he moved his hand from beneath my head and put both of his arms underneath my legs. Pushing them up and far apart and he started pumping with fierceness. His brow was furrowed in the middle and his lips were curled up in a snarl. Sweat poured in droplets from his face onto my body. Every once in a while, he’d lean forward to kiss me or even suck on my nipples. He was going in so deep I thought I was going to die. At the time, I was no virgin but I promise you, I’d never been stretched so wide and penetrated so deeply. He looked so sexy as he concentrated on branding me with his body I felt myself coming again.
At the feel of my first contraction, he looked at me and started smiling that captivating wide smile of his. The waves hit me and rolled through me over and over. I thought he would be finished too, but he wasn’t. Instead, he rolled over and put me on top of him. I started riding him. I’m a pretty good dancer myself so I made the most of my hips, rotating and rising up high and pushing down slowly, just as I had when he was in my mouth. He started making a lot of noise. He was growling low in his throat, deeper than I’ve ever heard his voice go. He was grabbing at me, massaging and sucking on my breasts, and I moved faster and faster as I felt myself climbing up to climax again.
“Ooooooh, it feels so right.” He said and as his big hands clasped my hips and pushed me down hard. Then he pulled me off of him and got up. He turned me over onto my belly and pushed himself back in again. God, it felt good. Pulling me up onto all fours, I was shocked the first time I felt him slap my behind. He pulled out almost to the tip and slapped it again, and then pushed himself all the way in deeply. He kept doing that until he must have really got turned on because he just started plunging in faster and faster. By this time I was beyond thought but amazingly, I can remember it in complete detail. He pulled out and pushed in once, twice three times and on the last one, he slammed into me so hard and groaned so loud, I swear, I died! I saw the moon, the stars, the sun all at the same time. Trembling, I let myself collapse onto my stomach and he fell onto his back and pulled me against him. Kissing my ears, my neck, my face, my shoulders, his hands caressed my thighs and my stomach, and we fell asleep just like that.
The next morning was surreal. I woke up and at first didn’t know where I was but quickly realized with a blush. Michael wasn’t in the bedroom and I took a shower and got dressed and found him downstairs in the kitchen already dressed. He smiled at me and took me in his arms and gave me the biggest tightest hug you can ever imagine. Then he kissed me on the top of my forehead. “I’ve got to run but I can tell my driver to take you wherever you want to go.” He stopped and smiled at me, “Or you can stay here til I get back.”
I laughed, “When will you be back?”
“Oh, I don’t know, next month, I guess.” We both laughed and I told him that I’d rather take a cab if he didn’t mind. There was something about being escorted home alone in his car by his driver that made me feel like a groupie. I didn’t feel like getting the knowing looks I’m sure his driver would have been giving me. He would know, since he drove us here last night, that I’d been there since last night and was just now leaving. I wanted to be alone with my thoughts, to think about this amazing night I’d had with this wonderful man.
That day, I was in my apartment recovering from a night making love when the door bell rang. The night had been special, magical even, I didn’t think anything could make it better, But at the door was a delivery man with a huge bouquet of flowers. I gasped when he handed me handwritten card that said, “Thanks for last night. You’re beautiful, M.J.” I still have that card to this day.
Of course, we had to work together again. I didn’t know how I was going to face him but we both played it off. We actually finished working together on one of my songs, but we never hooked up in that way again. I’ve seen him at events and he’s always been very warm and nice but it seemed pretty clear to me that he did not want a relationship. Even so, I don’t regret having sex with him; it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life and if he’d made even the slightest indication that he wanted to, I would definitely have been up to do it again. It would have been a very happy ending to this story if I could say he used my song for the album but he didn’t. Still, I always wondered how many other women Michael hooked up with like he did with me. I guess that’s why I’m telling the story. I don’t want to think I’m special, but I’ve never run into another woman with a story like I have about Michael .
Pretty Eyes (My Encounter With Michael) By Arykah
*this story is one of the raciest all of these confessionals. Many fans do not believe it because they feel Michael would not do some of these things.I will leave it to the reader to judge.
I know it will seem far-fetched and unbelievable and all around crazy. But I have a story to tell about Michael Jackson and I. Ever since I read Yvette’s story, I decided to tell mine as well. I know, I know I should’ve came out sooner. But I wanted to take my time, if that’s okay. Before I get started, let me say that MJ is no angel in the bedroom. Trust. I was lucky enough to experience it. As my lovely friend Ciena has told you, when I was younger, I was a badass groupie lol. I had been one since I was 16 and I loved the lifestyle. And unlike Ciena, a bad experience with a celebrity didn’t turn me away from trying to bed them. I was lucky enough to have TWO encounters with The King of Pop. Once in 1988 and again in 1995😉 So let us revisit my experience with MJ.
In 1988, I was 20 years old and I made it my mission to lay every big celeb by the time I was thirty (including women). I had bought a ticket plus a backstage pass to MJ’s first Bad tour concert in London. I had saved up a lot of money to purchase it too so I was very excited when I finally got my hands on it. I purchased it at least a week early to avoid a sell out. So that night, I went to the concert and had an amazing time. And if you were lucky enough to see MJ live, then you would know how much of an amazing amd overwhelming experience it is at his shows. He was truly the greatest entertainer ever…
So during the last song, which was Man In The Mirror, I quickly made my way towards the backstage area. Trust me, it’s not easy… even if you do have a backstage pass it STILL takes a lot to get back there.
Everything was going perfect until one of the guards caught me. I showed him my pass and he still didn’t give in. Lol he went as far as making me stand in one place until Michael got off stage, which pissed me off. I had a backstage pass!! That I paid a good amount of money for! Plus, there were other bitches back there and he didnt say anything to them, which made me even more furious! But thankfully, it wasn’t all in vain. MJ came off stage followed by his band. He was just sweaty, his face just…gorgeous but he looked extremely tired but he still looked great. As he was passing by, he stopped and looked at me and then towards the guard that was holding me. The guard understood his look I’m guessing and the guard began to tell him I was sneaking around backstage and that he thinks that stole my backstage pass from someone else.
I was like what the fuck! Michael then turned and looked to me. He looked like he was studying me or trying to see through me. It’s really hard to make me feel shy because, well, I’m not a shy person. But this time, I kinda pulled into myself. After what seemed like an eternity and a day, he told the guard to let me go. I felt a rush of relief. Because if I got to or not, if I would’ve gotten thrown out for something stupid and as false as that dumbass guard was claiming then I would have been hostile as hell.
But anyway, Michael greeted me kindly. He was very sweet and very courteous as well. He asked me what my name was and I told him Arykah (which is pronounced Arr-ree-KAH not like Erica). He signed a Bad shirt for me and gave me a warm, sweaty hug.
Even his sweat smelled like heaven lol! So after that, I decided to be a little…bold. As we were hugging, I whispered in his ear, saying can I come to his dressing room? I know he tensed up a lot because he felt like a wooden board against me. It wasn’t a lot of people around him, his band had dispersed and were getting ready to head to their hotel. I was waiting for his response but I felt him pull back from me. He looked like he was deep in thought. From the way he looked at me, I was thinking that he was gonna throw my ass out but I was wrong.
He suddenly said that he didnt have much time and we had to make this quick. It shocked me quite a lot. His voice was a lot deeper and he sounded almost rugged. He gestures me to follow him and I did, eagerly. He took off his black leather jacket as he made his way to the dressing room. He opened the door and as soon as I walked in, I felt my back hit the wall.
Before I go any further, this was THE best sex I have ever had in my life. Ever. Just keep that in mind as you continue.
He started to kiss me slowly but it began to get more hungry as we continued. His hands brushed over my hips as he went to cup my ass. He had HUGE hands and they squeezed my ass hard. He wasted no time yanking my shorts harshly off of me and pulled me to the floor. He kissed me again and he began to kiss my neck as he yanked my shirt up and started to squeeze my nipples. He suddenly took one in his mouth and sucked hard on it as his hands continued to explore my body. God, he felt amazing… His fingers ran up and down my pussy. He then took his mouth off my nipple and sucked on his fingers tasting me. He moanes as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. He started stroking himself in front of me.
His cock was soo big and the head off his cock peeked from his foreskin. God, I will never get that image out of my head. He lowered his head and circled his tongue around my clit.and up and down my slit as he continued to masturbate. Oh my God…
He then gestures me to get into doggy style position which I did gladly. I was already soaking wet from him just masturbating. I felt him push against me and he moaned deeply. It sounded almost like a growl…and that almost sent me over the edge.
He finally pushed inside of me. He filled me completely. I can remember the feeling, then he stuck a long finger inside of my anus as well and started to fuck me.
I could bately scream or form words anymore. It felt that good. He kept talking nasty to me as well saying if I liked it and or saying things like you like the way I fuck your wet pussy, you’re throbbing for my hard cock, and I’m gonna fuck you raw girl.
Yeah, he went there lol.
He startes fucking me faster ans hee finally pulled his finger out my anus and grabbed my hips amd started to fuck me roughly. He was fucking me so hard that he began to knock wind out of my body. He would swivel and gyrate his hips into me, pulling on mu hair. His groans got louder and louder as I started pushing back on him.
After a a few more brutal thrusts, he pulled out and came on my back and ass.
He then surprised me when he started to eat me out from behind. I automatically felt my orgasm rip through my body.
Oh fuck, it was the best orgasm I ever had. Seriously, my legs felt numb as I shakily got up. I felt him clean me off and he gave me a sad smile. It almost made me feel bad.
But he gave me a huge hug after we got back decent. He thanked me and gave me onw of the many flowers from his big bouquets.
Just a simple rose.
After that, he offered to drive me home but I kindly declined because I already had a car. It felt bittersweet because I really didnt want to go. But what girl fan would want to after THAT?
But he understood and thanked me yet again. He then stared at me for a moment, looking into my eyes intently.
He then said to me you have pretty eyes. He said it soft and sweet, so differently from what he sounded like not even two minutes ago. I thanked him again and we said our goodbyes. The last gesture he gave me was a small smile.
Afterwards, I sat in my car with my souvenirs and I remember smiling to myself. It was an amzing night and I had one of the best experiences ever that I was lucky enough to feel again in a couple of more years. He was so amazing and it felt drwam-like but sexual at the same time. It’s strange but whatever it was it was something that I would never forget.
But of course, who would want to? lol I know I never will…
She’s Out Of My Life Girl
*this is not a sex story but its almost as intense. And since we know this one is true, we can use it to compare somewhat.
I want to tell you that i am one of the girls that went on stage with Michael Jackson back in 1993. I will skip details like how I bought the tickets, how I went to the stadium, how the atmosphere was…that’s not interesting and fades away when the real important moment comes. The moment that he reached his hand for me and I went on stage. I felt like everybody else disappeared, that me and Michael were the only persons alive, not only in that place, but on the entire Globe. I was 21 years old back then so I was no teenager with a random crush. I was a young woman that knew exactly what she feels. And I can say that I was deeply in love with him. I loved him with such awareness and passion, I loved him so tender and pure. He was and still is in my opinion the most beautiful human being possible, on the inside and outside too. I was so deeply in love with him that I was missing him sometimes without ever meeting him in person, I was dreaming at his kiss and his touch like I have experienced them before. But, oh…I did …I did kissed him and caressed him and hugged him so many times in my mind. I guess that’s why, when I finally got to do it for real it felt so familiar. When he took my hand in his that evening on stage, all my emotions, all my trembling and my fears disappeared and all I felt was warmth and peace and calm. I felt like I finally found my place on this earth, I felt like coming home after a long long travel. I felt I belonged there, by his side, holding his hand. I never forgot not even one detail about that few minutes with him. I still feel how soft his skin was. The moment from when he took my hand until I reached his arms, embracing what I feel it was the warmest hug in the world , seemed to me like the longest second in my life. It was like slow motion, I had time to see all his features, in the smallest details, I saw my image in the crystal clear of his eyes, I saw how he inspired and exhaled air, I saw the little drops of sweat on his forehead. My God, he was just perfect. That moment was perfect. I felt like being part of a picture, I felt I had all the time in the world to look in his eyes and discover all that’s hidden there. But no, the power of his embrace kind of awaken me, I started hearing his voice as he was hugging me. He was singing in my ear but I couldn’t really hear the words, I just heard his angelic voice and I remember I was very concentrated on the warmth of his breath pounding my ear and cheek. Then I pressed my cheek on his in the need of feeling his skin…and oh, it was soft and warm and his hair was caressing my face and I put my nose on his neck and I will remember all my life the way his skin smelled. It was like no other perfume or skin I ever scented after. I spent many hours in perfume shops over the years trying to find that one fragrance but I couldn’t. I guess its because its said that perfumes smell different on every man depending on his skin and body temperature. Anyway, for me, that is the smell of Heaven. After, you can imagine I watched the video tape with me on stage a thousand times and I can see that I was kinda dancing, my feet were moving and I smiled while tears were coming out from my eyes but I have to tell u honestly, that I don’t recall myself moving at all. For me that moment was still and quiet and romantic and very, very tender. I felt like we were two lovers after making love, just laying there in bed caressing each other and staring in each others eyes. I kissed Michael on the cheek and on his hand while he was caressing my face , and I kissed his neck. I totally believe that kissing a mans neck is so intimate and sexy and I was trembling and I can swear on God that he was too. And then is when I went crazy and tried to kiss him on his lips and no matter what everybody believes or not, we really kissed. I took him by surprise kissing his lips and he gentle tried to push me away at first but I caressed him and looked into his eyes between tears and he stared at me and that’s when he kissed me back with so much love. Ill remember all my life that his lips were very soft but kind of cold, or maybe it seemed to me being cold in comparing with his very hot breath. He took my lower lip in his mouth and grabbed it a little with his teeth, after he released it we stood a few seconds like that mouth to mouth and I whispered “I love you Michael” and then he put his mouth near my ear and he said: “I love you more” but he put an accent on the word YOU, like he was letting me know that he really means what he says , he really has this feeling for me, hes not just saying this like a cliché. Then he hold me very tight in his arms a few moments and I did the same, I felt like neither one of us wanted to let go. But while we were holding each other the bodyguard came and took me away. And i swear he didn’t want to, he didn’t called for them, he hadn’t how to sign them cause his hands were busy holding me and he was looking straight into my eyes, so he couldn’t wink or anything else. I guess someone backstage saw that Michael forgot about time and this moment is taking too long and so sent the bodyguard in. I remember when the bodyguard grabbed me I tightened my arms around Michaels neck and he did the same, instead of trying to get away, he grabbed me stronger. I knew in that instant that whatever will happen from now on and whatever will people think, me and Michael had a really intimate moment there on stage, infront of thousands of people we were in love.
After I went back at my place it was crazy, everybody wanted to touch me, they were pulling me back and forth, asking me all kind of questions, almost reaping my clothes off of me, it was insane but I didn’t care, I didn’t pay any attention, not even to my friends. I was just looking at Michael, searching for his look and trust me, I found it. He was looking after me in the crowd while he was finishing the song and when our eyes found each other it was magic. Tears were rushing out of my eyes and his eyes were on tears too. I felt such a pain in that moment, I felt my heart was torn into little pieces like I have broken with a lover after 7 years of relationship. In fact, there were like 3 minutes in the arms of my lover. And it was painful cause I realized it was an impossible love, those 3 minutes were more intense that anything else I lived by then and after but that was all there was to this story. I know he felt it too but we were a God and a mortal human being that could never have a life together. He finished the song called by faith “She’s out of my life” in tears, he stood for a few moments on stage, with his wet eyes staring at me and then he disappeared. He came back after a few minutes and went on with the show. I stayed till the end, of course, but I couldn’t enjoy the songs and the entertainment anymore. I was in pain.
In the days that followed the concert, I confided in a few friends and told them all I wrote here but nobody believed me or understood me. They thought I was making up that kiss we had, they said I was covering our faces with my hand just to create the illusion that we were kissing and that he let me only for publicity and that he probably had a signal with the bodyguards when they came to take me and that his tears at the end of the song were routine for him, he was just acting cause he is also a good actor not only a singer. They told me im imagining him looking at me from the stage back in the crowd and so on.
Well, I didn’t blame them for not believing me but I stopped saying this story to anyone. When I was asked about that moments I just said it was great, I feel very lucky, he was very nice and good to me and that’s all. I kept that moment for myself cause I believe that’s how was meant to be, a private moment between me and him.
I loved him dearly all my life and I will love him till I will close my eyes forever. And again, let me remind you, im not telling that I love him like a memory, like an idol, like the king of pop…I love him deeply like my lover, I missed him every second of my life, I was worried for him when he was sick, I suffered for him when he was in trouble, I was jealous when he got married, I was happy when he had his kids, I smiled and I cried with him and now….now when he is gone im devastated. I cant sleep and I cant eat, I cant stop crying, I cant stop blaming myself and everyone else for not doing something to help him. I took him for granted, I got myself to believe from that moment when we looked at each other on that stadium that he was a God and so I never got myself to write a letter or to try to get in contact with him again. And now im so sorry for that, maybe I could’ve done something to help him, maybe he needed to know that he is loved and not alone.
I am now 38 years old and I am married, although I never told my husband he knows I never loved him like I love Michael and I never will. He witnessed me a lot of times looking at the tape from that concert and crying. But he knows I love him too and I value our marriage and our family and he didn’t even get upset when I called our son Michael. Little Michael is now 10 years old and of course he knows he was named after the great Michael Jackson and I took care to introduce him to his work and now he loves him too. He listens to his music and he watches his videos and he always talks with a great admiration about him. I told him all about Michaels life, about what great soul he had, about his charity work, about him loving all human beings and nature and animals, about how he turned the other cheek to the people that harmed him and he never wanted revenge.I taught my son to be good and caring and loving and giving person. And I believe that would do Michael smile from up there in Heaven where he is right now.
It was not easy for me to tell you this story but there have been 16 years since I last told it and now that he is gone I felt like I needed to let it out once again.
It comforts me knowing that we had a precious moment that I cherished all my life and I know he felt the same and he kept that moment in his memory too. I loved him all my life and I always will and I believe that even for a few minutes he was in love with me too.
I love you Michael. Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity and may God bless his gentle soul!
Theresa Gonsalves: from book Remember the Time
*this woman does have a legitamate connection to Michael and his family. Some fans believe she is making her stories up though to seem more than what she was to him. It is fact though that she stayed in his and Latoyas shared apartment in New York in the late seventies when her and Michael were both teenagers. The stories are written in the form of letters addressed to Michael.
Do you remember how tired you were when you came home that evening from the set of the Wiz? I was anxious just for you to get back. We talked a lot about your day because you were so excited about the day’s event, that it was hard for me not to get caught up in your excitement.
We didn’t even eat. We just talked. We joked about my favorite song at the time which was Find Me a Girl. We laughed as you told me how you didn’t even know what you were going to say when your brother’s chimed “What you gonna do?” and ended up with “I’m gonna be good to her.” We were laughing at the way you said ‘I’m gonna be.’. I still chuckle when I hear that.
You decided I would sleep in your bed that night and you would sleep on the couch although I had a small hotel room down the street. You hadn’t wanted me to be there alone when I had come to see you and you had been gone all day. We talked more until we decided we better go to bed. You needed to be rested for the next day’s shoot.
However, we both couldn’t sleep. I could hear you moving about and then you got up to use the bathroom. The bathroom was just off your bedroom.
Your room was really small, not what most people would have imagined you having. You only had a twin size bed while Latoya’s room was very luxurious. She had a big bed with mirror above it.
I laid in your bed listening to you pee. When you came out the bathroom, I saw you glance in at me and you saw that I was awake too, “You can’t sleep either huh?” I asked you as I put my head up.
You smiled at me and came in the room, closing the door behind you. You sat in the chair at your desk which was next to your bed. You again expressed how really excited you were about the set that they had built for you as the scarecrow on the set of the Wiz. I sat up because you wanted to proudly show it to me again. You had shown me earlier.
I got out the bed and stood next to you putting my arm around your waist as you pointed out the features of the replicated set. I was simply taking in your joy. When I let you go, I leaned in to look closer at what you were showing me, we ended up face to face. The pull of the chemistry…it was like it was supposed to happen, that we kissed. Had we not found ourselves in this position earlier and Latoya had walked in? This time there was no distraction. It was a soft surprise kiss to us both as we explored each others mouths gently with our tongues.
We both felt shy, but it didn’t stop what we knew was going to happen and what we both wanted to happen. You took my hand and we got in your bed together both with our heads down. We were mutually quite shy.
I wondered how many other girls you had been with, if any. What about your religion? Weren’t you the one who sent me to seek god?
Other than what you read in my letters, sex was never even something we discussed. If you were still reading my letters, you knew I had been with one other guy. Even then, I felt as if I had betrayed you. But my letters never stopped and you knew my heart was still where you were. Were you shaking more than I was?
We laid there silently embracing, neither of us being the aggressor, as I just let you hold me in your arms. I can still remember feeling the warmth of being there. It was so quiet in your room that all we could hear was our hearts beating. We knew Latoya was in her room not too far away so we were being careful not to make a lot of noise. As far as I knew, the door to the bedroom was unlocked.
You were so nervous. Well I was too, but you seemed more so than I. Funny thing is we were both sure we wanted it to happen, but so unsure of ourselves. Our kissing was slow. We were learning. You said I had soft lips. I was rubbing your arm thinking, for as skinny as you were, you sure had some muscles.
Our body language was awkward as we responded to one another and we became aroused. You unbuttoned my pajamas and yes it was a flannel pajama set I had on that I was embarrassed about when I went to pull down the pants. You hands on my breasts were hot, but soft. I was afraid to touch your penis. But you took my hand, directing me there as I wrapped my fingers around it and gently rubbed.
When it seemed we were ready, I guided you inside of me as I stared right into your eyes. I remember I wasn’t so nervous anymore. We didn’t use any protection. We didn’t exactly plan this. It was gentle, it was loving, but most of all it was with you…the young man of all my life, my letters, my dream.
I didn’t get to sleep in your arms all night. I regret that. We whispered quietly afterwards. You asked if I was okay with what happened and I asked if you were. We both smiled as we responded positively to each other. A night we will never forget. I couldn’t have loved you more than I already loved you at that moment.
Theresa Gonsalves second story
Do you realize how much we rode in that darn car? (I am laughing here because I truly hated riding while you drove).
I was vulnerable, but you were still there and you were still driving around Encino at night. I had just gotten a brand new car and was driving around too. I was feeling lonely. Where did we meet up at this time? Oh yes, Genesta Park.
Fate, once again, intervened with us. It was really late and when I pulled up to the park – there you sat, I wasn’t really looking for you. Or perhaps, subconsciously, I was. We hadn’t met at the park in a long, long time. I just wanted to go there and think.
You were just as surprised to see me there. We chatted for a few minutes and then we simply picked up where we left off as you asked if I wanted to go for a ride. This was our usual, even though it had been a really long time.
“Sure.” Really now, what else did I have to do Michael?
You took the back roads once again, but this time up to Mulholland. Yup! You were still driving sporadically, like a crazy person. After this, I vowed to never ride in a car with you again, especially after you took your hands off the damn steering wheel and said, “Sometimes, I wish I was Peter Pan and could fly…” …uhhh, Michael, you did this on Mulholland Drive…winding roads, major drops…yuh.
“Uh, Not with me in the car you don’t. Put your hands back on the wheel!” I yelled just as you did. Were you trying to terrorize me Michael?
“I was just playing. You were never in any danger…” you calmed me laughingly.
I had been on a motorcycle before with someone driving like a maniac through those roads. I was fearful of Mulholland Drive.
I don’t know what happened to 198VZG (That’s what we called your silver Shadow, maroon and black, Rolls Royce by its license plate), but you were driving a Black Landrover or something like that on this night. At least I can look back at that time and laugh now…I wasn’t laughing then mister.
You pulled over into an open, desolate area. Mulholland is known for such spots. At least it used to be. I Haven’t been there in years.
“I still like to drive up here sometimes and just think…” you told me as you laid your seat back and I followed suit. We sat in silence for quite a few minutes. I had closed my eyes, but I could feel you watching me.
I know at this time I had developed a sexiness about me. I was too thin in my own eyes, because I could see bones in my chest…perfect to the world, but I didn’t like it. I had been trying to impress that guy I mentioned early and was working to get him back.
“Where is your son at?” you inquired.
“He’s with his dad” I informed you, “he ain’t singing that song any more…the kid is his damn son!” I remarked sarcastically.
You laughed. We talked about things that were happening in our lives. Rather, you were more interested in knowing what was going on in mine. I told you about Vincent, my obsession. You told me I shouldn’t be with him and not to let him hurt me anymore and to quit doing crazy stuff I was doing. You did, however, find the story about me and Vincent quite amusing.
Do you remember that I was barely dressed? Cute little baby doll sun dress, braless, fake hair, but it looked real enough. Oh so different than when we first met…You looked handsome, still skinny. You had started to change and it was obvious you had some work done but I liked it at that point. Your skin wasn’t changed so much, just a little lighter. I remember at one point we were almost the same shade of brown. Your hair was pushed into a ponytail. I didn’t even think about the burn. You had on red pants, white t-shirt.
“You have been in my life a long time…” you stated.
“Since we met in Las Vegas in 1974 when we were sixteen.” I replied.
“Yeah, but you stopped writing letters. After you first moved here you use to still write and just drive up to the mailbox and put the letters in. I use to see you do that.”
“Yeah, well you weren’t responding and it was getting harder to see you.”
“Well, I didn’t respond a lot before and you never gave up. It was just always understood between us. I always allowed you in and that wasn’t going to change.” Your voice was soft, almost accusatory, as if I truly had abandoned you.
I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t. Hell, what, we were thirty years old now? You were more the Michael Jackson to me now than you ever were. You were untouchable to most but here we were in a comfort zone with each other as if time stood still.
Life was moving us on but I still cared about you. I wanted to tell you I kept you in my heart in spite of it all. But I didn’t.
I felt the need to reach over to hug you, not sure what you were thinking and as I did, I laid my head on your chest for a few minutes. When I went to move away, you held me tightly and kissed me, completely catching me off guard. After all the time we had spent together, not since the first time had there had been any real intimacy between us other than stolen kisses here and there. Yet, I was quick to respond.
This time our kisses came with an urgency, as if we were trying to recapture innocent moments of what used to be. Both of us seemed to have a strong desire to simply be touched. We weren’t so child like this time as our kissing turned into uncontrolled lust. I boldly undid your pants leaving you to remove them as I pulled off my panties. Then I climbed over and straddled you. You didn’t seem so innocent anymore either and I definatly learned to be that bad girl I tried so hard to become. I’d call this moment of reckless abandonment as we fumbled around inside the truck, caught up once again. Here we were making love like we were in high school. Imagine the media circus had a police car pulled over!
I rested on top of you afterwards. You ran your hand down my hair. We laid there comfortably until my legs began to get stiff and I moved off you so we could pull ourselves together and straighten out our clothes.
You wanted to stay there for a while longer so we did. I wasn’t in any hurry. I you didn’t know, I was just happy sitting there with you. I know it was one of a few moments you could just simply be ’Michael’.
When you dropped me off at my car, we both just smiled. I leaned over and kissed you goodbye As the gentleman you were, you waited until I got in my car and watched me take off first. There were no promises that I would see you again. We never did that. I knew that we would always find each other along the way, even if to just give a smile.
I never meant to let you down Michael
Lisa Marie Presley
there are a few bits of revealing information and juicy details available about his sexlife with his first wife Lisa Marie if you look hard enough for it.
Biographer J. Randy Taraborelli on Michael & Lisa Marie
The Magic, the Madness, the Whole Story: 1958-2009 (J. Randy Taraborelli)
According to Brett-Livingston-Stone, when Michael was about to leave, he offered Lisa a penetrating look and, in a conspiratorial voice, said, ‘You and me, we could get into a lot of trouble. Think about that, girl.’
He was truly misunderstood, he told her. ‘I know you think I’m gay,’ he said. ‘But I’m not. I get tired of people thinking I am gay. But, oh well, fuck them. I know you have heard a lot of things about me, in fact,’ he continued, ‘but most of it isn’t true. And the stuff that is true, you shouldn’t hold it against me.’ He winked at her.
‘Hey, I’m a married woman,’ Lisa said. ‘And you’re coming on to me.’
‘Yes, but are you happy?’ Michael asked.
‘See?’ Michael remarked. ‘I knew that. You look like a woman who needs to let go and have some fun. You look like a woman who needs to hook up with me.’
Lisa was unable to disguise her surprise at his candour and his…normality. She recalled staring at him thinking, Who is this man? She was right to be perplexed; he sure wasn’t acting like the Michael Jackson others had known over the years. It was as if he had taken macho lessons from Joseph! Unbeknownst to Lisa, many people along the way had tried to put together the puzzle pieces of Michael’s mercurial psychology, often flattering themselves into thinking they and they alone understood him better than others. It usually ended badly for them; they would learn that Michael is truly the only one who understands Michael.
On February 1994, Michael telephoned Lisa Marie Presley at her estate in Hidden Hills, California. He was at his hide-out in Westwood. ‘Hey, listen up, girl,’ he said, according to her memory, ‘I’m heading up to Las Vegas to see The Temptations and The Fifth Dimension. Come with me. I’ll get us a suite at the Mirage and we can party like there’s no tomorrow.’
‘Am I staying in the suite with you?’ she asked.
‘Hell, yeah,’ Michael said. ‘What do you think, girl?’
‘I think I’m still married,’ Lisa said.
‘Then separate rooms, if that’s what you want,’ Michael responded.
Did they make love? Lisa, say her friends, is a woman who enjoys physical intimacy and would not become involved in a relationship that was not sexual.
………In truth, Lisa and Michael had an intense and active sex life, which came as a surprise to many people………’Apparently, Michael Jackson is a freak in bed,’ said Lisa’s friend Monica Pastelle. ‘Lisa said he was amazing, and she’s been around. Everyone was saying, “No way, Lisa. It can’t be true. Michael Jackson? Are we talking about the Michael Jackson, the one with the glove?” However, she wasn’t joking, and it wasn’t long before she didn’t think it was funny, either.’
Dark Lady: An Unauthorized & Unreleased Lisa Marie Presley Biography
*A Poorly Translated (Google Translate) French Article on the Abandoned Biography:
LMP SAYS ABOUT HER MARRIAGE WITH MICHAEL! LOL!
Q: Did you have sex before the marriage?
LMP: as I said, Michael was very shy and respectful… He couldn’t, even if the appeal was upset. I respected his choice but we were be able to last only until the day before the wedding…
The shy and clumsy man became a confident lover. This made me completly unprepared.
Q: How was your first night? the fIrst MJ’s night?
LMP: intense, full of crushing and upset passion. Michael wanted to test where it could be bring us. So, yes HE took he initiative. They say that he’s a perfectionist on stage and he is true also on bed. Sometimes it could be possible registered a CD. His shouts were unfailing. Michael was the erotic dream of every woman.
Michael liked to test every thing he thought. We didn’t do it ever in the same way. Michael surpassed everytime himself.
Michael was uncorfortable on the bed, he said the bed hampered his movements. At the beginning we did standing, then sitting… it was like dancing
For Michael the pettings became an art in which he wanted to be an innovator. Michael and me thought that waiting increased the pleasure and made us unsatiable.
Q: Is it a night in particular that you can remember?
LMP… well there was a day… that time the reciprocal attraction became uncontrollable while we were eating…. I can only remember that it was a delicious cake and we were sitting on the couch. One piece of cake dropped on his pants and when I took the napkin to clean… We both looked each other thinking the same thing… In one moment we were clutched and the cake was everywhere.
Q: which is the thing that you will couln’t even forget?
LMP: His look, his eyes always fixed on me, sometimes burning, sometines so much sweet… but always fixed on me.
He made me feel unique and special. He was the king for everything
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