Learning to Love MJ Erotica

I can't remember exactly what it was in my life that started me off reading Michael Jackson erotic fiction. It certainly wasn't a lifestyle choice I made consciously.

The vast majority of the stories I read involve a lonely Michael finding a girl who teaches him how to love and introduces him to a world of sensual pleasure. One has a girl who wins a competition to meet him and ends up having sex with him in a bathtub filled with whipped cream '"Do you think it is wild?", asked Michael'). One site has a whole section devoted to stories about MJ and ex-wife Lisa-Marie Presley ('"That's it! Tickle fight!" she hollered'). One has him turning into a vampire and seducing a girl in a graveyard.

Once you get down to the carnal nitty-gritty it's all kind of the same, like bad versions of letters in porn mags, except starring Michael Jackson, and I can't stop reading them. Something about Michael trying to think about his dad to stop him cumming appeals to me. Witness: 'He tried thinking of something else, as he rocked his hips, slowly, to and from her - her slippery insides grasping him, tightly, with each movement. Music, touring, the fans, Joseph… God, no, he couldn't think about Joseph! She felt so good'.

Anyway, I'm into it and here are some bits I like.

TOUGH MICHAEL

One novel in progress has an unrecognisably tough MJ who doesn't take shit from his women, especially when he's had a few drinks. After he sees another man flirt with his girl, he throws a hissy-fit and roughs her up a bit:

Michael pushed the door closed, pressing her against the car with his body. "I am mad, you get that right?” Lexi nodded her head slightly, her eyes still wet with tears. “I saw it all, I know you didn’t do anything wrong, but dammit girl…you are MINE, how dare he touch you like that." Claiming her lips he kissed her almost cruelly, pushing her head and body back against her car. Lexi felt his hardness push on her as his tongue swept her lips open so he could assert his dominance over her. Finally forcing his mouth away from hers he whispered huskily, “Get in the limo…now!”

After smashing up a load of china and glass and having sex with her:

Michael stumbled through the broken glass; his pants still unzipped and made his way to the bar. Opening some tequila he drank right from the bottle and wiped his forehead with his sleeve. Setting the bottle down heavily, he fastened his clothes and walked to the bedroom taking the tequila with him and locked the door. Curled up in a ball on the table Lexi heard his words echo over and over again in her head. She knew he had been drinking but why would he call her Diane?

DIANA ROSS

As all MJ fans know, Diana Ross discovered Michael and he loved her dearly. As far as I know they never had sex. They do here.

Michael walked back to the living room and poured a Lagavulin into his favorite snifter and gulped it down, feeling the familiar smoky burn roll down his throat.

Later…

He pulled her to him and kissed her, a moan of anticipation escaping his throat as she wrapped her arms about his neck. She still felt so right in his arms, as he stretched her out on his bed. “Oh Michael, I have missed your kisses.” Diana rose up as he found her neck with his lips and her hair fanned out across the pillow and he unzipped her dress and dropped it to her waist. “You still look incredible, I want you so much.” The sweet smell of her perfume filled his mind with memories of his youth as his mouth found its way down her supple skin to her large dark nipple.

DEBBIE ROWE

The writer of this story may have been jealous of Michael's relationship with Debbie Rowe, the mother of his son Prince Michael. Just a hunch.

Later, Debbie showed up as big as ever from being pregnant by Michael. She was very unattractive and it wasn’t because she was pregnant because most women can be so cute and still pretty when they are expecting. But Deb…well she never did go out of her way for any circumstance.

In the story, MJ has a fling with one of his dancers. "What if Debbie shows up?", the girl asks. "I don't care about that now", says Michael, who then fucks her 'into another warp zone'. Later, Debbie Rowe drugs him into having sex with her. “What’s the meaning of this? What the hell happened!”
“Michael…stop it…it was bound to happen, its ok, we are married and I am carrying your child.”
“Yes, we are married but only because of the child. And yes you are pregnant with my baby but we never had sex! We let people think we did so it would sound better or sound more natural. We are just friends! You took advantage of me, Debbie! I feel violated.” Michael yelled.

Later he has sex with Lisa-Marie, until the dancer turns up again and loses her rag. “He is mine! I tried being nice about it. But Lisa I will kill you over him! Stay out of my way! He loves me!”
Michael could see the cold and fury in this woman’s eyes. Michael looked around noticing that others began to notice too what was going on over here.
Lisa snapped back, “You are right! You will have him over my dead body! You fuckin slut!”

GRUBBY TOILET SEX

This one takes place in a Vegas hotel after a woman picks up Michael in the bar and he leads her to the toilet. I like her honest reaction. If I was her, I'd be thinking the same thing. She hollered out as she came closer to her climax.
“Oh God! I can’t believe I am fucking Michael Jackson and in a bathroom stall!”

WILLY WONKA THREESOME

This is my favourite. A girl gets a golden ticket for Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, only to find that MJ is a co-owner.

Michael shook hands with Willie, he spoke to me afterwards…
“Well Hello there…nice to meet you. Welcome to the Chocolate factory. Willie and myself are owners. We have a partnership together. We wanted to build a real one. We are friends and business rivals. We wanted to surprise guests and make dreams come true. Anything is possible, right?”

Soon enough, MJ and Willy get down to business.

“You know…I could use a drink Willie. Shall we tell our lovely guest about the alcoholic beverage we invented made from the sweets of different candies?”
“So, what is the name of this drink I am about to taste?”
I asked nervously. Michael smiled and replied first. “WonkaJuice.”
I should have known. Cause I heard before Michael called some his drinks “JesusJuice.”

Next thing you know, she's drunk and the three of them are at it. I could hear Willie wanting and trying to hold his moans back too. But was giving in. A few minutes went by as I was orally pleasing Willie. Michael was stroking his own shaft keeping it hard and then soon enter my already wet area between my legs.
I was now on my back as I continued to give pleasure to Wonka.

Then it gets dirty. I won't go into it here but you can imagine what happens. I felt invaded but loving it and not wanting to stop it either…what was wrong with me?
They had me loving things I would not normally even imagine doing! But I was with Michael and Willie…at the same time…why would I stop this?
Call me a slut or anything you like.

Slut.