Grown and Sexy Hour

The ferris wheel????  Where DID you read this story?  I must find it.  I am a collector of fan fic--you know, for research purposes.  I'm a scholar you see.  The london story is more humorous than anything else.  Now, if you really want to read something hot, go to the danger zone on here.  There will be more stories soon--I heard!

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PJ: I did not send it to you?  I thought I did- a while back.  Janni read it, too. I think you read it (when he tells her he liked what she did on stage?)

Well the story is no longer up. I wish I saved it to my computer. All I have is the first part of the story. But the sexiest scene was the merry-go-round. Let me find an excerpt. And hi newcomer. Wecome to the Grown and sleepy hour.

"Who?  Little old me?  And they said I was asexual, homosexual, and naive.  I know what the ladies like!"--MJ

Doesn't he look gorgeous?  I just want to run my tongue down into that little hollow in his neck...

(This was Part One of the story)

"Oh my god...he looks soo amazing in those gold pants...uhhhh", I sighed.

We were in the front row of the Michael Jackson HIStory concert. It was me, and my two girlfriends Morgan and Amy. We had been drooling over those sexy gold pants for the whole first half of the concert.

"Oh jeez! I know I want him sooo bad!!!!!", said Morgan. "Oh my god guys, He's doing 'Dirty Diana!!!'', screamed Amy, "Maybe he'll take his shirt off!!!"

After the next song all the lights in the venue went off, and it got really quiet. We were all so nervous we didn't want the show to be over yet.Then all of a sudden...

"Another day is gone, I'm still all alone..."

I was in this trance while I watched Michael sing 'You are not Alone'. He looked amazing, and as I was singing along to myself I felt this force pulling me towards the rail in front of me. It was the security guard. "What the Hell!?" I screamed. Then the next thing I know he's lifting me, he's llifting me towards the stage, towards Michael.

"Michael wants you on stage", he said. My heart raced, my knees were shaking, could this really be happening? Then I looked up and saw Michael, and he was looking at me!! In an adrenaline haze I ran up the stairs, through the bright stage lights. Michael had his arms open and a smile on his face, now he was the only thing I could see. He took me by my hand (which was shaking profusely), and he pulled me in close to his body. He had his arms around me, and my back was against his chest. I rubbed my body against his in a slow sensuous motion, all I could do is pray that maybe he would return my sexual gesture in some way...I don't know, maybe I was just kidding myself...
I looked down at the strong masculine arms positioned firmly around my waist. Then I saw one of his hands leave my waist and move down my thigh. Was this him returning the gesture!? I figured I'd better test it to be sure. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I boldly decided to grind my ass against that golden bulge that had been driving me crazy all night. I was really nervous now-nothing was happening, maybe I went too far...Then he put his head on mine, and I could hear him breathing heavily in my ear. I continued grinding, and I could hear his breathing get heavier as I did it. I looked up at him, and he looked back at me and smiled. He moved in closer to me and whispered in my ear "What's your number girl?" I was shocked and scared, but somehow I managed to remember my phone number. "6-3-2", I said. "6-3-2', he panted back to me, as his hand moved to the inside of my thigh. "6-5-6-4", I said. "6-5-6-4", he repeated back, "What's your name baby?" I whispered it in his ear, and a smile emerged on his face. "Thanks baby, he said still smiling. He gave me a quick kiss and then the security began taking me off the stage. I really hated to leave, but I was excited about what might happen next..........

A week later I was a nervous wreck. It had been 8 and a half days and still nothing from Michael. I knew it was too good to be true. My friends Amy and Morgan tried to cheer me up. "At least you know he liked you", said Morgan "I mean that's more than most girls get, just be grateful for that cool little moment you guys had. I started to cry.
"Shut your mouth you *beep* b****!!", I shouted, "I could kill you right now! You have no idea what this is like!!"
Then the phone rang right when I was super pissed off.
"HELLO!?", I said in a hurt and slightly irritated voice.
"Hi!! It's Michael! Do you remember me? I remember you!!", he said in his sweet, innocent voice-one that was completely different then the sexy, breathy voice I had encountered a week ago.
"Oh of course I do Michael!! I'm soo glad you called! I was starting to think I would never hear from you."
"Oh no, no, I could never do that to a girl.." "Really?", I asked. "Of course, of course.", he said," I think it's ignorant when guys do that to girls. Anyways, I called to ask you if you wanted to come see me at Neverland. I can have a limo at your house in a few hours." I told him my address and we said goodbye. Then I started to freak out about what I was going to wear. Two hours later there was a limo outside, I frantically looked in the mirror hoping I looked good enough, and then I went inside and got in.

When I got to Neverland the staff told me to go to the second floor, that Michael was waiting for me there in his bedroom. So I went upstairs and knocked on his bedroom door. "Michael?"
"Come in, come in", he said excited, "Come find me let's play!!" I opened the door and to my suprise I didn't see Michael anywhere, he must be playing hide-n-seek... Then I spotted a make shift fort he had made from bed clothes that were hanging from his bed and draped over a few chairs. I bent down and looked in. It was dark, but I could see his white socks and his shiny red shirt-he was hunched over in a ball, with his arms covering his head and face.

"I can see you Michael", i said trying not laugh.

"Hee hee hee", he giggled,"Come in". So i crawled in the little fort with him. We both sat cross-legged talking about things, but in my head all I could think about was how heated that moment was on stage. Was this the same guy I had grinded a week ago? I decided to try and initiate something..."Is something on your mind?",he asked me.

"Uhm no nothing", I said quickly. Then I crawled over next to him. I positioned my body close to his and rested my head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around me. I think he was getting the hint.

Nooooo!  I didn't get it.  E-mail it to me.  Who wrote it?  Someone on the MJ site?  Do we really have that many freaks over there?  I mean like serious freaks.  They (well, we, and by that I mean me) all seem to be drowned out by the prudes.

Are you salivating over your own avitar again??? Not that I blame you or anything.  Crap- my county was not in the storm watch- but now we are.  More snow- hopefully that means more Michaeling!

okay, I am already sprung at him breathing heavily in her ear and asking for her number.  Damn

Are you sure you we didn't talk about this before???? Maybe it was Janni... hm... Yeah, that story went on to be pretty hot. Not much content, but lots of HOT sex. Oh, wait- I think I copied the whole thing- let me go see

WTF?  Murray has already posted bond and is out on the streets again?  This is seriously killing my mood...Where did he get the money?  This is one time I really want TMZ on the case!

Have you all seen the Dirty Diana bed?  OMG!  Mikegasm!

Furk Murray. None of this crap will bring Michael back. He got $25000 too? Huh...but he couldn't pay $1000 in back child support. This world makes me sick.

No. Show me that bed. I haven't mikegasm in awhile.

No, PJ- tell me all about the BED!

Well, the Dirty Diana extra footage is on the WalMart double CD exclusive set.  The bed is a giant iron bed.  It must be about 20X15X20 ft with a canopy up top.  It had a platform on the bottom big enough for several people to stand.  MJ was going to have an aerialist "pole dancing expert" (stripper) twirling and crawling all over it, even up on the canopy.  She would also be hanging by her wrist and spinning.  At some point, she would handcuff him to the huge headboard.  Michael bearden said MJ also wanted the guitarist Orianthi in the bed with him playing.  At the end of the number, the bed would be engulfed in fake flames.  It would have been SO HOT!!!!

I heard about it this morning- and it has been on my mind all day long.  You are absolutely right about how amazingly hot it would have been.  That, coupled with his statement about "I can handle them" re having Orianthi and the aerealist in the bed with him sent my imagination into overdrive.

 I bet he could handle them.  I think he picked Orianthi because she can play AND she's hot.  He also made sure he was front and center for those dancer auditions with all that skin hanging out.  He knew what he was doing.

See what I'm talkin about. Michael was a freak. If his fantasy was being handcuffed to a bed while trying to escape from fire with a stripper twirling above him, then I'm sure I could have been that Dangerous girl. I would have got me some sexy fireman outfit with the missing pants, I would have took Dirty Diana to a whole nother level.

Yeah, I like her.  He usually had sexy guitar chicks.  HELL YA he knew what he was doing!  Sigh...