Dansmithy678
W-2 Queen
all these stories I wanna no some thing
YesssssSome Michael was dropping dick off back in the day?
Then why u here lolEw. Y’all MFs weird.
Then why u here lol
I think he was celibate (meaning no xes before marriage) during the Bad era. He was heartbroken by Diana marrying some other guy (forgot his name). Then Michael was "dating" (I guess casually) some older woman during the late '80s, but they never banged.
Pls doImma need to find some bad era stories for you.
Ew. Y’all MFs weird.
Read this on this woman's tumblr account. She claims to be a groupie who sought to hit all the big celebs back in the day. She said the Yvette story inspired her to tell her encounter with Michael. Don't know how authentic this seems, sounds like a badly written fanfic/version of the Yvette story but I thought I should share it. Let me know your thoughts.
Pretty Eyes (My Encounter With Michael)
,I know it will seem far-fetched and unbelievable and all around crazy. But I have a story to tell about Michael Jackson and I. Ever since I read Yvettes story, I decided to tell mine as well. I know, I know I shouldve came out sooner. But I wanted to take my time, if thats okay. Before I get started, let me say that MJ is no angel in the bedroom. Trust. I was lucky enough to experience it. As my lovely friend Ciena has told you, when I was younger, I was a badass groupie lol. I had been one since I was 16 and I loved the lifestyle. And unlike Ciena, a bad experience with a celebrity didnt turn me away from trying to bed them. I was lucky enough to have TWO encounters with The King of Pop. Once in 1988 and again in 1995 So let us revisit my experience with MJ.
In 1988, I was 20 years old and I made it my mission to lay every big celeb by the time I was thirty (including women). I had bought a ticket plus a backstage pass to MJs first Bad tour concert in London. I had saved up a lot of money to purchase it too so I was very excited when I finally got my hands on it. I purchased it at least a week early to avoid a sell out. So that night, I went to the concert and had an amazing time. And if you were lucky enough to see MJ live, then you would know how much of an amazing amd overwhelming experience it is at his shows. He was truly the greatest entertainer ever
So during the last song, which was Man In The Mirror, I quickly made my way towards the backstage area. Trust me, its not easy even if you do have a backstage pass it STILL takes a lot to get back there.
Everything was going perfect until one of the guards caught me. I showed him my pass and he still didnt give in. Lol he went as far as making me stand in one place until Michael got off stage, which pissed me off. I had a backstage pass!! That I paid a good amount of money for! Plus, there were other b!tches back there and he didnt say anything to them, which made me even more furious! But thankfully, it wasnt all in vain. MJ came off stage followed by his band. He was just sweaty, his face just gorgeous but he looked extremely tired but he still looked great. As he was passing by, he stopped and looked at me and then towards the guard that was holding me. The guard understood his look Im guessing and the guard began to tell him I was sneaking around backstage and that he thinks that stole my backstage pass from someone else.
I was like what the fµck! Michael then turned and looked to me. He looked like he was studying me or trying to see through me. Its really hard to make me feel shy because, well, Im not a shy person. But this time, I kinda pulled into myself. After what seemed like an eternity and a day, he told the guard to let me go. I felt a rush of relief. Because if I got to or not, if I wouldve gotten thrown out for something stupid and as false as that dumbass guard was claiming then I would have been hostile as hell. Sorry for the profanity. Im just getting riled up..
But anyway, Michael greeted me kindly. He was very sweet and very courteous as well. He asked me what my name was and I told him Arykah (which is pronounced Arr-ree-KAH not like Erica). He signed a Bad shirt for me and gave me a warm, sweaty hug.
Even his sweat smelled like heaven lol! So after that, I decided to be a little bold. As we were hugging, I whispered in his ear, saying can I come to his dressing room? I know he tensed up a lot because he felt like a wooden board against me. It wasnt a lot of people around him, his band had dispersed and were getting ready to head to their hotel. I was waiting for his response but I felt him pull back from me. He looked like he was deep in thought. From the way he looked at me, I was thinking that he was gonna throw my ass out but I was wrong.
He suddenly said that he didnt have much time and we had to make this quick. It shocked me quite a lot. His voice was a lot deeper and he sounded almost rugged. He gestures me to follow him and I did, eagerly. He took off his black leather jacket as he made his way to the dressing room. He opened the door and as soon as I walked in, I felt my back hit the wall.
Before I go any further, this was THE best xes I have ever had in my life. Ever. Just keep that in mind as you continue.
He started to kiss me slowly but it began to get more hungry as we continued. His hands bruahes over my hips as he went to cup my ass. He had HUGE hands and they squeezed my ass hard. He wasted no time yanking my shorts harshly off of me and pulled me to the floor. He kissed me again and he began to kiss my neck as he yanked my shirt up and started to squeeze my nipples. He suddenly took one in his mouth and sucked hard on it as his hands continued to explore my body. God, he felt amazing His fingers ran up and down my pussy. He then took his mouth off my nipple and sucked on his fingers tasting me. He moanes as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. He started stroking himself in front of me.
His cock was soo big and the head off his cock peeked from his foreskin. God, I will never get that image out of my head. He lowered his head and circled his tongue around my clit.and up and down my slit as he continued to masturbate. Oh my God
He then gestures me to get into doggy style position which I did gladly. I was already soaking wet from him just masturbating. I felt him push against me and he moaned deeply. It sounded almost like a growl and that almost sent me over the edge.
He finally pushed inside of me. He filled me completely. I can remember the feeling, then he stuck a long finger inside of my anus as well and started to fµck me.
I could bately scream or form words anymore. It felt that good. He kept talking nasty to me as well saying if I liked it and or saying things like you like the way I fµck your wet pussy, youre throbbing for my hard cock, and Im gonna fµck you raw girl.
Yeah, he went there lol.
He startes fµck!ng me faster ans hee finally pulled his finger out my anus and grabbed my hips amd started to fµck me roughly. He was fµck!ng me so hard that he began to knock wind out of my body. He would swivel and gyrate his hips into me, pulling on mu hair. His groans got louder and louder as I started pushing back on him.
After a a few more brutal thrusts, he pulled out and came on my back and ass.
He then surprised me when he started to eat me out from behind. I automatically felt my orgasm rip through my body.
Oh fµck, it was the best orgasm I ever had. Seriously, my legs felt numb as I shakily got up. I felt him clean me off and he gave me a sad smile. It almost made me feel bad.
But he gave me a huge hug after we got back decent. He thanked me and gave me onw of the many flowers from his big bouquets.
Just a simple rose.
After that, he offered to drive me home but I kindly declined because I already had a car. It felt bittersweet because I really didnt want to go. But what girl fan would want to after THAT?
But he understood and thanked me yet again. He then stared at me for a moment, looking into my eyes intently.
He then said to me you have pretty eyes. He said it soft and sweet, so differently from what he sounded like not even two minutes ago. I thanked him again and we said our goodbyes. The last gesture he gave me was a small smile.
Afterwards, I sat in my car with my souvenirs and I remember smiling to myself. It was an amzing night and I had one of the best experiences ever that I was lucky enough to feel again in a couple of more years. He was so amazing and it felt drwam-like but xesual at the same time. Its strange but whatever it was it was something that I would never forget.
But of course, who would want to? lol I know I never will
Here's the link to her blog: groupie story | Tumblr
thank u people entertain stuff they don’t likeMove sir. please and thank you. You a whole 30 year old man that sits on a female website all day. Tell me about weird.
To suggest that you ask your psychiatrist to prescribe some anti psychotics
Read this on this woman's tumblr account. She claims to be a groupie who sought to hit all the big celebs back in the day. She said the Yvette story inspired her to tell her encounter with Michael. Don't know how authentic this seems, sounds like a badly written fanfic/version of the Yvette story but I thought I should share it. Let me know your thoughts.
Pretty Eyes (My Encounter With Michael)
,I know it will seem far-fetched and unbelievable and all around crazy. But I have a story to tell about Michael Jackson and I. Ever since I read Yvettes story, I decided to tell mine as well. I know, I know I shouldve came out sooner. But I wanted to take my time, if thats okay. Before I get started, let me say that MJ is no angel in the bedroom. Trust. I was lucky enough to experience it. As my lovely friend Ciena has told you, when I was younger, I was a badass groupie lol. I had been one since I was 16 and I loved the lifestyle. And unlike Ciena, a bad experience with a celebrity didnt turn me away from trying to bed them. I was lucky enough to have TWO encounters with The King of Pop. Once in 1988 and again in 1995 So let us revisit my experience with MJ.
In 1988, I was 20 years old and I made it my mission to lay every big celeb by the time I was thirty (including women). I had bought a ticket plus a backstage pass to MJs first Bad tour concert in London. I had saved up a lot of money to purchase it too so I was very excited when I finally got my hands on it. I purchased it at least a week early to avoid a sell out. So that night, I went to the concert and had an amazing time. And if you were lucky enough to see MJ live, then you would know how much of an amazing amd overwhelming experience it is at his shows. He was truly the greatest entertainer ever
So during the last song, which was Man In The Mirror, I quickly made my way towards the backstage area. Trust me, its not easy even if you do have a backstage pass it STILL takes a lot to get back there.
Everything was going perfect until one of the guards caught me. I showed him my pass and he still didnt give in. Lol he went as far as making me stand in one place until Michael got off stage, which pissed me off. I had a backstage pass!! That I paid a good amount of money for! Plus, there were other b!tches back there and he didnt say anything to them, which made me even more furious! But thankfully, it wasnt all in vain. MJ came off stage followed by his band. He was just sweaty, his face just gorgeous but he looked extremely tired but he still looked great. As he was passing by, he stopped and looked at me and then towards the guard that was holding me. The guard understood his look Im guessing and the guard began to tell him I was sneaking around backstage and that he thinks that stole my backstage pass from someone else.
I was like what the fµck! Michael then turned and looked to me. He looked like he was studying me or trying to see through me. Its really hard to make me feel shy because, well, Im not a shy person. But this time, I kinda pulled into myself. After what seemed like an eternity and a day, he told the guard to let me go. I felt a rush of relief. Because if I got to or not, if I wouldve gotten thrown out for something stupid and as false as that dumbass guard was claiming then I would have been hostile as hell. Sorry for the profanity. Im just getting riled up..
But anyway, Michael greeted me kindly. He was very sweet and very courteous as well. He asked me what my name was and I told him Arykah (which is pronounced Arr-ree-KAH not like Erica). He signed a Bad shirt for me and gave me a warm, sweaty hug.
Even his sweat smelled like heaven lol! So after that, I decided to be a little bold. As we were hugging, I whispered in his ear, saying can I come to his dressing room? I know he tensed up a lot because he felt like a wooden board against me. It wasnt a lot of people around him, his band had dispersed and were getting ready to head to their hotel. I was waiting for his response but I felt him pull back from me. He looked like he was deep in thought. From the way he looked at me, I was thinking that he was gonna throw my ass out but I was wrong.
He suddenly said that he didnt have much time and we had to make this quick. It shocked me quite a lot. His voice was a lot deeper and he sounded almost rugged. He gestures me to follow him and I did, eagerly. He took off his black leather jacket as he made his way to the dressing room. He opened the door and as soon as I walked in, I felt my back hit the wall.
Before I go any further, this was THE best xes I have ever had in my life. Ever. Just keep that in mind as you continue.
He started to kiss me slowly but it began to get more hungry as we continued. His hands bruahes over my hips as he went to cup my ass. He had HUGE hands and they squeezed my ass hard. He wasted no time yanking my shorts harshly off of me and pulled me to the floor. He kissed me again and he began to kiss my neck as he yanked my shirt up and started to squeeze my nipples. He suddenly took one in his mouth and sucked hard on it as his hands continued to explore my body. God, he felt amazing His fingers ran up and down my pussy. He then took his mouth off my nipple and sucked on his fingers tasting me. He moanes as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. He started stroking himself in front of me.
His cock was soo big and the head off his cock peeked from his foreskin. God, I will never get that image out of my head. He lowered his head and circled his tongue around my clit.and up and down my slit as he continued to masturbate. Oh my God
He then gestures me to get into doggy style position which I did gladly. I was already soaking wet from him just masturbating. I felt him push against me and he moaned deeply. It sounded almost like a growl and that almost sent me over the edge.
He finally pushed inside of me. He filled me completely. I can remember the feeling, then he stuck a long finger inside of my anus as well and started to fµck me.
I could bately scream or form words anymore. It felt that good. He kept talking nasty to me as well saying if I liked it and or saying things like you like the way I fµck your wet pussy, youre throbbing for my hard cock, and Im gonna fµck you raw girl.
Yeah, he went there lol.
He startes fµck!ng me faster ans hee finally pulled his finger out my anus and grabbed my hips amd started to fµck me roughly. He was fµck!ng me so hard that he began to knock wind out of my body. He would swivel and gyrate his hips into me, pulling on mu hair. His groans got louder and louder as I started pushing back on him.
After a a few more brutal thrusts, he pulled out and came on my back and ass.
He then surprised me when he started to eat me out from behind. I automatically felt my orgasm rip through my body.
Oh fµck, it was the best orgasm I ever had. Seriously, my legs felt numb as I shakily got up. I felt him clean me off and he gave me a sad smile. It almost made me feel bad.
But he gave me a huge hug after we got back decent. He thanked me and gave me onw of the many flowers from his big bouquets.
Just a simple rose.
After that, he offered to drive me home but I kindly declined because I already had a car. It felt bittersweet because I really didnt want to go. But what girl fan would want to after THAT?
But he understood and thanked me yet again. He then stared at me for a moment, looking into my eyes intently.
He then said to me you have pretty eyes. He said it soft and sweet, so differently from what he sounded like not even two minutes ago. I thanked him again and we said our goodbyes. The last gesture he gave me was a small smile.
Afterwards, I sat in my car with my souvenirs and I remember smiling to myself. It was an amzing night and I had one of the best experiences ever that I was lucky enough to feel again in a couple of more years. He was so amazing and it felt drwam-like but xesual at the same time. Its strange but whatever it was it was something that I would never forget.
But of course, who would want to? lol I know I never will
Here's the link to her blog: groupie story | Tumblr
When did she write this? Cause the details there could mean it’s possible if it was written before Square One etc cause not many people knew about his p•nis details then.