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All Of The Things She Can't Do *Pt. 2*
Hey! I just got back from the beach with my best buddies, and now that I'm at home, I'll write another part. Enjoy!! ---------------------------------------------------------------- I departed from Michael and looked deeply into his eyes. Never did I see someone so lonely, agonized and hurt. It ripped every muscle in my heart to see such misery in someone who had so much life and so much happiness. It was like a raging thunderstorm on the shores of a beach on a hot, sunny day, a long, tiring drought following short rainfall, or a bright, rich yellow rapidly transforming into a deep, depressed grey. It was not natural. I could tell Michael wasn't happy with where his life was. He wasn't where he was supposed to be. He was supposed to be happy with a devoting wife who would be willing to give him as many children as he desired...but he wasn't. Instead, he was lonely, with a wife who was not devoted to him, not even listening and understanding his wants and needs. She didn't realize what she had in front of her. She had a good man who wanted to love her, but I guess she was stupid enough to not realize all he had done for her. I saw how she treated him, all of the time. I saw footage of them in France or whatever, and there was a scene when they were walking near the Eiffel Tower and I noticed he was carrying all of her things, while she just walked around in her little purse. She ordered him to follow her wherever she went, and that really upseted me. She treated him like he was her puppy. He was being all nice to her and she was coming off as bossy and demanding. I don't even know why Michael put up with that. He definitely deserved better than her and I wanted to show him how much he deserved real love. For about an hour straight, he poured his poor, weakened heart out to me, and it made me so sad, because I could never imagine how much despair he must've been feeling. He told me every single detail about his closely failed marriage, from all of the arguments, the concern about children and how Lisa nagged him so much, he stormed out of the house and hadn't come back for almost three days. Michael: (has head down) She never understands me and how I feel. She never listens to what I have to say. It's always what she has to say. She never has any consideration for my emotions and she always puts the blame on me, like she's the one hurting. I thought I could always count on her, like when she consoled me through the false allegations two years ago, but I guess she has changed. Me: Oh, Mike. (scoots closer to him) I bet you have it terrible at home... Michael: Yes, I do. (sighs) I should have listened to you. You were right. I never should've married her. Me: Michael, don't say that. Michael: But it's true. I'm sorry when I yelled at you when you tried to convince me not to go along and propose to her. (tears fall out of his eyes) Before I knew it, it was almost four in the morning. My Gosh, it was late! I looked over at Michael and he was looking at the clock as well. He figured he should go, but I didn't want him to. I wanted him to stay. My eyes were contacting with his, and my eyes knew what his eyes wanted. Our eyes were kinda talking to each other, if you want to look at it like that. I knew what he was thinking and he knew what I was thinking as well. Me: Michael, do you wanna spend the night? Michael: (nods head) Yes...(smiles a little) Me: (smiles back) Good. I'll get you set up in the guest room. As I approached the guest room to get the covers, pillows, and the sheets nice and comfortable for him to sleep in, I thought about Lisa. She never loved Michael as much than I did. I could forever love him more than she could. I would do anything for him because he was one of the best people I ever knew and nothing could ever compare to his smile, his milk chocolate doe eyes, his sweet-as-silk voice, and the way his touch feels whenever his hands comes close to me. Anytime I saw his face, I become frozen on the inside and don't seem to warm up. I'm always speechless once he comes into my sight. This has happened ever since we were thirteen. Like I said, I would do anything in the world for Michael and I was secretly in love with him for many years. It was really a shame to know that the very man you were head-over-heels with for over two decades was in a marriage with a woman who didn't show her part in the marriage and was not cooperating. Think about if I told him I loved him earlier: He would be my loving husband; I would've been his amazing wife; we would've had lots and lots of gorgeous children together; and we would have an excellent life together, just uniting as a family. I thought about this some more and just shook it off, because I figured it was too late. Me: Here is your guest room, Mike. I hope you somewhat like it. Michael: Yes, it's just fine. (smiles) Thank you, Josephine. Me: No problem. Anything for my bestie. (puts hands on his shoulders, walks away) Goodnight... *In Michael's P.O.V* (4:26 A.M.) Tossing, turning, turning, tossing. Fixing pillows, adjusting covers, switching positions, switching, switching and switching. Trying to close eyes, counting sheep, counting from 100. UGH! Nothing works! I wonder why I'm having a hard time sleeping. It's probably because how I feel about confiding into Josephine about my problems at home. I just feel so open to her, and Lisa Marie would do nothing like that with me anymore. Even though I have not spoken to Josephine in over a year since I married Lisa, to her the hard times didn't matter to her anymore and she held me in her arms and comforted me through my crying, like old times. She was right. I made a huge mistake choosing to marry Lisa than to continue my deep friendship with Josephine. I wish Josephine was my wife. I have loved her from the first time I spotted her walking down the sidewalk in her Lakers jersey and her blue bellbottoms, which were in style at the time (the 70's). I recall when we were walking around the block and she took my hand and held it against her. I knew that this wasn't just a childhood romance, I knew that I would marry her, even if I didn't right away. I love every physical feature about her. Beautiful, long, wavy river of hair, smooth as fabric, beautiful cocoa eyes, slender body, deep, brown, Nubian skin (she is a native of Nigeria) and everything else. I just hope she has feelings for me as much I do for her... (4:49 A.M.) *footsteps in the dark* I hear footsteps and the wooden stairs creaking. I wonder if Josephine is just going to get a midnight snack or something, but I really wondered if she was going to check on me or something... (Thirty seconds later) My door creaks open. I don't know what is going on, since it is completely pitch-dark in here. Just then I saw a silouhette. A beautiful silouhette. The moonlight will soon expose what it is. It was Josephine. She wore a very beautiful pink, laced nightgown, that was very see-through. The gown showed her breasts and her privates clearly. It was way above her knees also. Her hair was out, she smelled of sweet rose perfume, and she drifted over to the bed, eyeing every part of me. Me: Josephine? Josephine: (voice low and sultry) Yes, Michael? Me: Uh...(looking at her breasts constantly) Why are you wearing that outfit? Josephine: Because...(smirks) Me: Because what? She did not answer. Instead, she slowly climbed in bed with me and softly went on top of me, taking my hands and putting them on her waist as she cupped her hands around my face. She had her legs wrapped around me and her hips felt like they were about to grind against mine. Her face was about one centimeter apart from mine. I looked shocked but really... I was kinda liking it. Josephine: I've wanted to do this for years... Me: O_O Josephine: Michael?? Me: Yeah... Josephine: Do you love me? Me: Yeah... Josephine: (smiles) Michael, I know you want to get out of this marriage... Me: Well...I kinda do. Josephine: You deserve better. You need a devoting woman, who can give you love whenever you want it. Me: And who might that be? Josephine: (whispers in my ear) Me, baby...I wanna give myself to you, and to make you feel good. I wanna satisfy your every need and I wanna fufill your fantasies. (unbuttons my pants, touches me down there) Do you like it when I do that? (smiles) Me: O_O Josephine: (looks down at my gentitals) She could see that I had an erection. I had the biggest one in my life. She looked up at me and smiled sexily. Josephine: (giggles) This is gonna be fun...(smiles deviously) TBC... Was it good????? Vote and let me know! <3 <3
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