Michael Jackson Imagines Novels & Stories

I did not understand where he got so many crazy ideas, but he undoubtedly brought joy to my life. "Would that make you Batman?" I thought he sounded at least a little threatening, but Michael gave me a look full of mischief and promises. "Just say the words and I will turn into whoever you want. Sometimes you are a bit slow, Firecracker. What part of 'I am your humble slave' do you not understand?" I shook my head, remembering what he had said earlier. "What did you mean by you are still waiting?" He just looked at me and then shrugged. He seemed to think I would know what he was talking about, but I did not even have a clue.

They all met up near a pawn shop. "I think your brother must have skipped town, man, " began Matt, who was in a red leather jacket with its sleeves rolled up and classic black pants that ended with loafers. His hair was also redesigned to look more wavy and glossy and had explained to the others after they'd met earlier that he was Michael Jackson. He even went on to attempt a 'moon walk' dance. It was terrible. "So, you hypnotised and things went south, " Julia added, "I still don't quite get how he's possessed by a demon! "

I closed my eyes, and the fantasy took shape before I could stop it. I envisioned Michael, naked, bound to my bed. His wrists tied with silk, stretched above his head. His body trembling, waiting, helplessly for me to claim him. His lips, slightly parted, those sharp eyes filled with defiance and something else—something he wouldn’t dare admit. I would make him beg. I would ruin him. I would destroy his insides with my huge cock. And even when he screams in delight for me to stop, I'll still continue. I imagined dragging my hands down his chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. His breathing would be uneven, his skin burning beneath my fingertips.

"Samantha, this is a dream. I can hear your thoughts. When you wake up, make sure to tell Jack, Michael says hello." Who is this Michael guy?

Mike grunted, surprising himself as the graphic image of his church-going wife skewering herself over and over again on the teenager's huge prick invaded his brain. Lil kept moving, having pushed Mike past the point of no return, and rapidly approaching her own release, "Ahhh, Mike, can't you just imagine what I looked like with such a big penis slowly sinking all the way inside...it would just about split my little body in half, don't you think? Can't you just picture me cumming like crazy as soon as it slid in?"

I am spread and his tongue is showing its magic. I can't believe what is happening. His tongue is fucking my hole and I have no strength already in my legs. There is nothing to garb so I am only moaning. "Umph- M-Mick..." I feel my shivering legs and open my eyes. Mick is nowhere. It's my hand between my legs. So, I was masturbating and imagining him. He was really in front of me. How could I become so crazy that I feel him in his absence?

In his mind, Vanessa leaned back, grinding deep while Elena stepped in, feeding her thick strap-on into his mouth. “Suck it while I ride you,” fantasy-Vanessa moaned. Michael’s hand sped up. He imagined the taste of the strap-on, the way Vanessa’s pussy creamed around his cock, the overwhelming fullness as they used him from both ends. His strokes became frantic, wet sounds echoing in the small bathroom. He was right on the edge again, hips bucking into his fist, when he forced himself to stop. “Fuck… I can’t cum,” he gasped. “Not to her. Not like this.”

Michael imagined him beating his wife out of anger because she met up with another man; all kinds of nonsensical scenarios were flashing through his mind at once. “ What are you imagining in that little brain of yours?” Michael’s thoughts were interrupted by that statement. “ You’re not thinking that I beat up my wife out of anger, did you?” Michael felt guilty at charge and couldn’t retort back to Johnson as these were the feelings welling up through his mind a minute ago. Johnson sighed and said, “ What you’re thinking through your mind didn’t happen; What happened, however, was much more spicy.” “ Spicy?” Michael understood instantly what it was Johnson meant by that word. Happily, Michae

The memory hit all at once, bringing back the laundry room, the smell of detergent mixed with Michael’s skin, and the way I’d looked him in the eye while he took exactly what he wanted. As the silence of the room closed in, my imagination began to warp the memory into something far more dangerous. Closing my eyes tight, I could almost feel the phantom weight of Michael’s body pressing me into the cold brick wall again. In my mind, his voice wasn't just a whisper but a low, degrading growl that vibrated through my bones. "Look at me, Axel," the imaginary Michael commanded, his grip tightening on my throat until my breath hitched in real life. "Tell me how much you love being handled like a to

"I’ve got a better plan this time—one that guarantees his death. We’ll use his wife and sons as bait." "That won’t work," interrupted a new voice from beside them. Both Kyle and Taron turned, startled to see Lucas Middleton. He wore a baseball cap pulled low over his face and dark sunglasses as a disguise. "Lucas Middleton?" Kyle’s jaw dropped. "I’m a big fan of yours."