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My True MJ Story V

Thank to Samone and LaPortia. I am glad you all like my writing. I am having fun with it.

Michael and I raise up from our long, over due making out. As we pull ourselves together, we look at each other and smile. He helps to adjust my clothes and I am wiping my lip gloss off of his mouth. We look at each other again and get one more kiss in before Michael takes my hand and we exit the car. Michael where are we?, I ask. He tells me that we are at one of his properties that he owns. He says that he has a couple of real estate investments that he keeps for private use when he needs to and this is one of them. It is a high-rise condominium in an upscale area of Los Angeles. We walk into the entry way and we are greeted by the doorman. The lobby is swanky and very well decorated with luxurious furniture. There is no one in lobby except for the doorman and the desk clerk because it is very late and most residents are in for the night. We pass through the lobby and get on an elevator. There is no one there but me and Michael. As soon as the doors shut, we begin to kiss again. We cannot keep our hands off of each other. He finally says, "I missed you so much." I told him that I had been questioning our relationship to each other because he had never expressed that to me any time before. I also told him how I felt about how things went for me at the concert and how hurt I was. Michael put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I am looking up into his beautiful face and he is looking down at me (MJ is at least a foot taller than me). He responds, "I'm sorry you went through that and I did not mean for things to go that way. Please forgive me." He says,"I had to concentrate on what I had to do. You know giving my fans a good performance is important to me. I owe them so much. I knew that if I saw you before the show or looked at you where you were sitting during the show, I would have not been able to focus. All I would've been able to think about was being with you.I had to give a my fans a great show." I replied, "I know that now and you did the right thing although you scared me." "Forgive me honey", he says and I do. 
The elevator reaches the appropriate floor and Michael and I disembark. He leads me by the hand, to the end of the hallway where there are two huge mahogany double doors that are shining as if they have just been shilaqued. Mike touches the palm scan that acts as a key and the doors open. My mind has not prepared for the beauty that was within. Michael's condo was awesome! There were several beautiful pieces of art on the walls that Michael himself had collected. The furniture plush and inviting and just the living room was the size of gymnasium. It was typical of a man like Michael who loved beauty and needed to be surrounded by beautiful things. "It's beautiful Michael",I compliment him. "It is fit for the king that you are." He blushes and kisses my on my forehead. "I love you", he says. Mike pulls me by the hand and takes me to the master bedroom. The room is almost as expansive as the living room and in the middle is the biggest bed I have ever seen that has romantic, sheer guaze curtains around it. Michael has prepared the room for my coming and I realize that he has had this all planned. There are rose petals on the floor and on the bed. Candles are lit and glowing from every corner of the room and the room has a faint smell of (he gets me!)roses. I am overwhelmed. I pull him to the bed and he falls onto his back. I get on top of him and straddle his narrow waist with my knees. I hold his arms down and begin to kiss him. This time I am the agressor and he is loving it. He begins to breathe heavily and small moans escape his lips.  I can tell that Michael is very passionate and wants to let all inhibitions go. He has a lot in him and he is ready to give it all to me. I begin to work my way down, nibbling gently on his neck. I turm my attentions to his earlobe and I take one of them into my mouth. He really loves this and he lets me know because his breathing his heavier. My hands are exploring his chest and his belly and he is holding on to my waist. I am sitting on him and I can feel the hardness between his legs. At this time, Michael flips me onto my mack and tries to undo the zipper on that back of my jumpsuit. I sit up and turn around and allow him to unzip me. He pushes the material away and begins to kiss me on my shoulders. His hands reach around and cup my breasts. He firmly but gently squeezes them while he sticks his tongue in my ear. I am more aroused than I have ever been in my entire life. I turn around to kiss him and he says, "Let me look at you." His eyes roam all over me and I see that my pink and black lace bra pleases him. He stares at me a little too long and I begin to think something is wrong. "What is it Michael?" I ask. "Is there something wrong?"  "No, nothing is wrong", he says "But, we can't do this." "What do you mean?" I reply. I am very worried at this point. Michael says, "I love you and we have to make this right." "What do you mean?", I ask again. Michael looks me in the eyes and I see that his are teary. "I want you to be my wife."
To be continued...

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