Michael Jackson Profile Picture Novels & Stories

I scrolled slowly, my chest tightening with every exaggerated sentence. They always did this, turning real moments into entertainment. Still, I could not stop myself from checking Michael’s profile. My breath caught when I saw it. His profile picture had changed to one of the photos we took at the court. The simple one. Just the two of us standing close, his hand resting on my back. It felt intimate in a way I could not explain. He had posted a few pictures after that. The comments were pouring in, congratulations mixed with curiosity, envy, and disbelief.

but I didn't want to get my hopes up. My own profile had a picture of me shirtless and showing half of my face, with a couple of small moles next to my eyebrow that guys might be able to use as an identifier. It hadn't worked yet, but I left that as my main picture just in case it could happen someday.

Jone Jackson POV "Look at all these scrolls from the Moonfang Chronicle," Jone Jackson says, staring down at the little dark stone tablet in his male hands while his fingers tap a fast, angry beat on the wooden table. "The pictures show my male body grabbing Michael Jackson and giving him a big kiss right in front of the whole assembly."

Michael stepped into the room cautiously, his gaze fixated on the walls covered in pictures and posters. Everywhere he looked, he saw Jaxon’s face. ‘Why does he have Jaxon’s face plastered all over the walls?’ he wondered, his brows knitting together. As he examined the images more closely, he realized they weren’t just ordinary pictures. There were candid shots of Jaxon—sleeping in his car, working in his office, swimming. Some were older, showing a younger version of him.

I crept closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Michael was standing there with his back to me, jeans pushed down to his thighs. His hand was pumping up and down on a thick, veiny cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I imagined. Eight inches at least, heavy balls swinging as he stroked. He was jerking off fast, desperate. On his phone screen was a picture of me. A nude. Taken when I was in the shower last week. I didn’t even know anyone had snapped that photo. Water was running down my tits, my nipples hard, one hand between my legs.

Michael has become an addiction—a captivating enigma that I can't resist. And then there are his pictures on social media. I find myself scrolling through his profile, studying each photo with an intensity that borders on obsession. His physique is nothing short of extraordinary—strong, chiseled features, a mesmerizing smile that can light up a room. I can't help but drool over him, my heart skipping a beat every time I see his posts.

he says to me while I undress and slide between the sheets with my head on his broad shoulder. I look with my eyes at what he's doing and then I see a flash of Nick's face passing and I stop him. "Wait Mike go back to Nick's foto please?" I ask him. "Why what's the matter Jess?" While he goes to Nick's profile picture and enlarges it. "Look at his picture Michael?....doesn't he look older in the picture??" I ask him surprised and confused at the same time. Mike looks closely and thinks for a moment.... "Yeah you're right babe, he looks younger with that glass on but see here Those lines are clearly from an older man instead of a 23 year old boy!?!

It must be a prank! As she was thinking, another message from Josephine came in. It was a set of photos. They were pictures of Michael with a charming and flirtatious woman. There were pictures of the woman staring at Michael affectionately and of them looking into the distance from a terrace. There were also pictures of them having fun on a beach, and of course, pictures of the two of them lying in bed together. The woman was lying on Michael's chest and smiling alluringly at the camera.

"Mom, he usually keeps a very low profile. Very few of his pictures are on the internet. In fact, I'm incredibly lucky to be able to have one of his pictures." Mia stepped forward to take a good look at the picture. Indeed, only a man's side profile was shown. Still, it was evident that the man in the picture looked identical to Timothy. "Do you believe him now?" Connie snorted. "Well, he looks like the CEO. So what?"