Web
www.mjsite.com
Home
Pictures
All Pictures
Fun Stuff
Fan Photos
Album List
MJ Stories
Fan Pages
Message Board
Other Stuff
Links
Old Links
Jackson Five
Little Michael
King Of Pop
Gary Days
Jackson 5 Era
Adult Michael
Browse Stories
A
B
C
D
E
F
G
H
I
J
K
L
M
N
O
P
Q
R
S
T
U
V
W
X
Y
Z
0
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10 newest stories
10 highest rated
Add you own story
Too Late *Part Three*
Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- So...all about me. I was born Anastasia Jetaline Morchastev in Moscow, Russia, on April 17, 1965. I wasn't born with a silver sppon in my mouth, meaning that I wasn't born into wealth and riches. I was actually born into a family who was suffering through poverty, abuse, drugs, prostitution, and death. I was the first of four children and we all lived in a filthy, two-bedroom apartment, with the least amount of proper heating and sanitation. From generation to generation, women in my family were infamous for being low-class prostitutes. The Morchastev women always known for as cheap, easy women who would have sex with anyone just for a dollar. My mother was one of them. The women in our family, including my mother had a bad reputation. Our family was completely ran by the males, and each and every male in our family forced the women to "do what they know best". At the age of three, I witnessed my mother being sexually assaulted by a strange man. It was the most terrifying experience I had ever seen. With my eyes soaked in tears, I witnessed the man beating my mother repeatedly, raping her as her bloody screams filled up the room. At age ten, my mother started to leave me and my younger siblings in a cold, inhuman room as she prostituted for drugs and she would not come back for days. That was when I learned to take care of them on my own. My mother was also a drug addict and everytime I saw her, she was high or intoxicated. It definitely scarred me and had a huge impact on how I turned out. On December 6, 1979, when I was 15 years old, I found my mother laying on the floor, with her body drenched in cold, thick, red blood. Once I saw her laying lifeless, I just knew in my heart she was dead. Three months after her death, on March 23, 1980, me and my four younger siblings moved to the Netherlands to live with my grandmother, but on July 17, 1984, she unexpectedly died from diabetes. Now, me, my two sisters and my two brothers were on our own and I was responsible for them. On the streets of the Netherlands, we lived in abandoned buildings, alley ways, and on corners and ate from trashcans, and sometimes stole. I would steal medication from drugstores for my siblings' health. My sister, Natasha, had type 1 diabetes, so I had to steal needles and insulin pumps just to take her medication. One day on January 8, 1986, we were put into foster care by the city of Amsterdam and later, we were separated. Natasha was adopted by a family in France, Michael (my brother) was moved into a family who lived in Romania, my brother, Lev was moved into the UK, Fantasia was moved into Germany, and I was adopted by a family who lived in Amsterdam. Without my siblings, I felt lost. I felt alone. I didn't want to be with this family. I wanted my brothers and sisters, but I knew I wasn't going to see them again. On August 27, 1988, at the age of 23, I finally stood on my own two feet and moved out. Since I didn't have anywhere to go, I just spent my night of walking on the streets, until I spotted a car pull over in my direction. ??: Hey there, girl. How about I give you 5,000 euros if you do something for me? I took the offer and got in the car. Ever since that night, I became a prostitute, but unlike the women in my family, I wasn't low-class. I was paid great money. I have satisfied all kinds of men, young and old, single and married, doctor or lawyer, white or black, etc. All of those men just came for sex. They didn't care about how I was feeling; they just cared about sex. They never cozied up with me in front of the fireplace. They never was hesitant about doing this...until I met Michael. Me: Wanna get started? Michael: Yes... I leaned in and slowly kissed him on the lips. Unlike all of my clients, his kiss felt special. In a blink, we were on the wall, making out. He was squeezing my butt as I licked and sucked on his neck, just dripping with countless beads of sweat. He also held my head and caressed my back. Me: Mmm...(stops kissing his neck) Mmm...(starts fondling his genitals) Michael: (moans) Gosh...you're so nasty... Me: Well...depends on how nasty you want me to be. (goes down on my knees, sucks him) Michael moaned 100 times louder than he did before. He held onto the walls and tilted his head back as a result of the oerwhelming pleasure. He was holding my head. I got back up and kissed him. I kissed his neck once again. Michael: Mmm...You know...I never felt this way before. Me: (smiles) Michael...you're the nicest man I've ever met. Michael: (smiles) Really? Me: Mmm hmm... Right away, Michael passionately kissed me, full of force and passion. I laid on the elevator floor as he was on top of me and we made love right then and there on the floor. Ooh, Michael was so amazing at sex. He had me screaming and begging for him to go faster on me. He was rotating his hips and hard and fast as he could as his hands were stroking my hair, that was now loose and his tongue was circulating all around my mouth. He was slowly caressing both of my breasts and kissing my collarbone as he sensually whispered these beautiful lines in my ear... "There's one thing in life you must understand... The truth of lust, woman to man... Just open the door and you will see... There are no secrets, make your move, set me free..." Me: Mmm...where did that come from? Michael: From one of my songs, "In the Closet". Me: (moans) It sounds so sexy. Michael: Thanks... He then flipped me over, so I was on my stomach, his hands explored my back and my butt and he took his hand and put it in front of me, fondling my vagina as he kissed me on the back of my neck. Michael: (whispering) I think I love you... Me: Well, don't love me, Michael... Michael immediately stopped touching me. Michael: What? Why don't you want me to love you? Me: Because, I'm a prostitute. You're not supposed to love me. Michael: And who says that? Me: (shrugs shoulders) Society...(puts head down) To society, no one is supposed to love us. Society makes it seem that we were put in this world just to be used like meat by men and just have sex. And besides, I don't love anyone and no one ever did love me and no one does now... Michael: Jet, that's not true. (lifts up my chin) You have so much love, and it's in there somewhere. You just have to go and reach it..and I love you... Me: (looks at him) I don't know what love is...I want you to show me. Michael: (smiles) Gladly... TBC...
17 Votes for this story
Keep it I like it
Get rid of it
This Site Is Owned & Managed
By MJSite.com © 1998, 2006
