The rain seemed to intensify with their love making, almost encouraging them or even daring them. Another blast of lightning bathed them momentarily and the thunder made itself known - almost as loud as Michael. He rode Mark furiously as he wailed to the ceiling of his ranch bedroom. He pawed up his neck and nipples and tossed his messy dark hair. Fresh sweat dripped from his relaxed locks and forhead and fell to Mark's chest like little raindrops.
Mark tried to concentrate and held onto Michael's small hips encouragingly. He thrust up into his tight wet love hole so hard that Michael would have been thrown right off if he didn't hold him.
Michael's mind was fried. He wanted it more and harder. He loved what Mark was doing to him and loved the shrieks and cries the he could not contain - that Mark was pounding out of him. If this is what making love was Michael descided right then and there that he wanted it all the time.
And as these exquisite erotic moments are ridden like a wild fire or a rocketship that takes you somewhere you've never been, the balance is set for something unexpected...
On cue, the bedside lamps flicked on and illuminated Michael's charming bedroom just as it had been hours before the storm. Stuffed animals, toys, and action figures all gasped.
The frazzled Michael was now basked in all his glory.
The power was restored, but thankfully, his sainity was not. His voice faultered in mid-moan and he looked down at Mark still ramming his cock in and out.
But Mark stared in awe up at his desire. For a minute neither spoke. Michael's wet, dark curls hung in his face over his bared teeth as he sucked in the air. Mark could see patches of light skin on Michael's shoulders, around his right nipple, stomach, and bellybutton. His penis and legs were even bespeckled. Mark had never seen anything as enticing as Michael and yet so sad as him. He knew Michael didn't really want him to see this.
Michael was still eyeing him for a trace of thought.
"Michael, baby...," Mark growled with reassurance and pulled him into a tight embrace and craddled to his plush lips.
Michael threw his arms around his neck as their kissing exploded.
"I want every inch of you. Every inch," Mark told Michael's lips as he continued smothering him.
Mark couldn't stop himself from completing Michael's delirium and pulled himself atop this exotic beauty. He must have him. He must force a pleasure so extreme upon him. He had to make him understand. His love.
Michael was gasping as an unknown relief settled about him. He'd heard Mark's words. He'd seen Mark's gaze. There was nothing, nothing, wrong with him. Mark simply needed Michael to complicate him.
"Ohhh, God!," Michael screamed as he bounced straddling Mark's lap. They were all tongues twisting, hearts pounding, and hands in every crevase. Michael put his hands to his lover's shoulders and cried to the roof as he rocked his bottom over his boyfriend's pleasure stick - that's what it was for, for him to ride and lose his mind on.
"Michael - ," Mark gasped and nibbled his chin as he watched him in pleasure, "Michael, ummm...". Mark was close, he hoped Michael was -
"Ha! - AH!...OH! Oh, oh, oh! Yes - ," Michael cried so surprised. His long lashes flickered down at himself, "its happening!"
Mark was grateful. His phallus couldn't survive another minute inside his sexboy's hot pulsing tunnel.
Michael did not stop riding him as he came. No, his tight bottom craved every ounce of their liquified sex from his lover. He clung to Mark with his arms and legs as he rode him in their seated position.
"Uhhh!," Michael cried out, begging for his release.
And then his milky, silken cream shot desperatly in gushes from his slit.
"Ohhhhh! Uh!," he wailed. His sex fluid shot all up his and Mark's chests. "Umm yeah," he whispered as he watched himself. It was so raw and amazing and he couldn't believe the intensity of it all. How natural. How curious. How wonderful.
Mark cried to Michael as his own juice released inside of his tightness. He sucked his ear as he gave him his present. Mark held him tighter because he seemed to be losing his grip. Michael was trembling.
He laid him on his back on the bed without separating their bodies. Michael watched him through heavy, unfocused eyes as he panted. His arms fell above his head around his wet curls and his chest rose heavily. Mark could feel Michael's thighs, once strong, now weak and trembling around his hips. His heart aflutter.
Their expended love juices decorated Michael's chest and leaked all down his bottom. Mark, wanting to calm him, drug his tongue and lips slowly through the stream.
Michael let out a gasp; he sounded shocked. Mark looked up at him. He was arched with eyes genlty closed and lips open - Mark had grazed over his hard nipple. He smiled and then continued to suck and lick. He could have cleaned Michael entirely of his sweet, spilt cream.
Michael slowly put a hand in Mark's hair and with the little strength he still possessed, encouraged him to his lips. Mark hesitated, mouth pearly wet, but Michael made it clear that he wanted to share.
They tongued softly, wettly; the mix dripping slowly from the corner of Michael's mouth and across his cheek. He felt so calm and serene in their afterlove. Mark slipped slowly from inside Michael and he felt a surprising warm gush follow. Michael blushed. A wet spot. Lake. Oh my.
"...I... changed my mind," Mark said slowly running a hand up his chest.
Michael's eyes widened and he began to pant again. It's true! He lied just to- oh, no! No! Just when he thought everything was all right and he'd done the unthinkable, irreversible, the consequential. And the consequences where already upon him!
"I love you," Mark whispered to his neck. Michael stopped in mid-thought. The panic dissolved and he relaxed once more. He needed to relax. This relationship stuff was a crazy rollercoster and had had him on tenterhooks for the last few days. How do people do this? He sighed and rolled over to nuzzle against Mark happy that he felt the same.
"Oh, I love you...," he groaned in relief. Mark began to suckle at his neck, "...more...", Michael begged. And Mark did as he was told, for once.
Mark tried to concentrate and held onto Michael's small hips encouragingly. He thrust up into his tight wet love hole so hard that Michael would have been thrown right off if he didn't hold him.
Michael's mind was fried. He wanted it more and harder. He loved what Mark was doing to him and loved the shrieks and cries the he could not contain - that Mark was pounding out of him. If this is what making love was Michael descided right then and there that he wanted it all the time.
And as these exquisite erotic moments are ridden like a wild fire or a rocketship that takes you somewhere you've never been, the balance is set for something unexpected...
On cue, the bedside lamps flicked on and illuminated Michael's charming bedroom just as it had been hours before the storm. Stuffed animals, toys, and action figures all gasped.
The frazzled Michael was now basked in all his glory.
The power was restored, but thankfully, his sainity was not. His voice faultered in mid-moan and he looked down at Mark still ramming his cock in and out.
But Mark stared in awe up at his desire. For a minute neither spoke. Michael's wet, dark curls hung in his face over his bared teeth as he sucked in the air. Mark could see patches of light skin on Michael's shoulders, around his right nipple, stomach, and bellybutton. His penis and legs were even bespeckled. Mark had never seen anything as enticing as Michael and yet so sad as him. He knew Michael didn't really want him to see this.
Michael was still eyeing him for a trace of thought.
"Michael, baby...," Mark growled with reassurance and pulled him into a tight embrace and craddled to his plush lips.
Michael threw his arms around his neck as their kissing exploded.
"I want every inch of you. Every inch," Mark told Michael's lips as he continued smothering him.
Mark couldn't stop himself from completing Michael's delirium and pulled himself atop this exotic beauty. He must have him. He must force a pleasure so extreme upon him. He had to make him understand. His love.
Michael was gasping as an unknown relief settled about him. He'd heard Mark's words. He'd seen Mark's gaze. There was nothing, nothing, wrong with him. Mark simply needed Michael to complicate him.
"Ohhh, God!," Michael screamed as he bounced straddling Mark's lap. They were all tongues twisting, hearts pounding, and hands in every crevase. Michael put his hands to his lover's shoulders and cried to the roof as he rocked his bottom over his boyfriend's pleasure stick - that's what it was for, for him to ride and lose his mind on.
"Michael - ," Mark gasped and nibbled his chin as he watched him in pleasure, "Michael, ummm...". Mark was close, he hoped Michael was -
"Ha! - AH!...OH! Oh, oh, oh! Yes - ," Michael cried so surprised. His long lashes flickered down at himself, "its happening!"
Mark was grateful. His phallus couldn't survive another minute inside his sexboy's hot pulsing tunnel.
Michael did not stop riding him as he came. No, his tight bottom craved every ounce of their liquified sex from his lover. He clung to Mark with his arms and legs as he rode him in their seated position.
"Uhhh!," Michael cried out, begging for his release.
And then his milky, silken cream shot desperatly in gushes from his slit.
"Ohhhhh! Uh!," he wailed. His sex fluid shot all up his and Mark's chests. "Umm yeah," he whispered as he watched himself. It was so raw and amazing and he couldn't believe the intensity of it all. How natural. How curious. How wonderful.
Mark cried to Michael as his own juice released inside of his tightness. He sucked his ear as he gave him his present. Mark held him tighter because he seemed to be losing his grip. Michael was trembling.
He laid him on his back on the bed without separating their bodies. Michael watched him through heavy, unfocused eyes as he panted. His arms fell above his head around his wet curls and his chest rose heavily. Mark could feel Michael's thighs, once strong, now weak and trembling around his hips. His heart aflutter.
Their expended love juices decorated Michael's chest and leaked all down his bottom. Mark, wanting to calm him, drug his tongue and lips slowly through the stream.
Michael let out a gasp; he sounded shocked. Mark looked up at him. He was arched with eyes genlty closed and lips open - Mark had grazed over his hard nipple. He smiled and then continued to suck and lick. He could have cleaned Michael entirely of his sweet, spilt cream.
Michael slowly put a hand in Mark's hair and with the little strength he still possessed, encouraged him to his lips. Mark hesitated, mouth pearly wet, but Michael made it clear that he wanted to share.
They tongued softly, wettly; the mix dripping slowly from the corner of Michael's mouth and across his cheek. He felt so calm and serene in their afterlove. Mark slipped slowly from inside Michael and he felt a surprising warm gush follow. Michael blushed. A wet spot. Lake. Oh my.
"...I... changed my mind," Mark said slowly running a hand up his chest.
Michael's eyes widened and he began to pant again. It's true! He lied just to- oh, no! No! Just when he thought everything was all right and he'd done the unthinkable, irreversible, the consequential. And the consequences where already upon him!
"I love you," Mark whispered to his neck. Michael stopped in mid-thought. The panic dissolved and he relaxed once more. He needed to relax. This relationship stuff was a crazy rollercoster and had had him on tenterhooks for the last few days. How do people do this? He sighed and rolled over to nuzzle against Mark happy that he felt the same.
"Oh, I love you...," he groaned in relief. Mark began to suckle at his neck, "...more...", Michael begged. And Mark did as he was told, for once.
Michael Jackson's estate is lashing out at the people behind a new MJ documentary set to debut in Japan tomorrow -- claiming fans are being duped into believing the flick was authorized by Team MJ.
The estate has released a scathing statement claiming that Flamingo Features is promoting the movie in a way that is misleading MJ's fans into believing the film -- shot by former MJ confidante Marc Schaffel -- was properly authorized.
The estate also makes it clear it doesn't endorse the flick and none of the profits will benefit MJ's children. They also note that the movie is not allowed to contain any of Michael's music.
Schaffel doesn't appear to be bothered -- the above photo was taken moments ago at the movie premiere in Tokyo ... where Schaffel took the stage and told fans Katherine Jackson sent along her best wishes.
Tuesday, we shot video of Schaffel and Debbie Rowe boarding a plane to Tokyo.
The estate has released a scathing statement claiming that Flamingo Features is promoting the movie in a way that is misleading MJ's fans into believing the film -- shot by former MJ confidante Marc Schaffel -- was properly authorized.
The estate also makes it clear it doesn't endorse the flick and none of the profits will benefit MJ's children. They also note that the movie is not allowed to contain any of Michael's music.
Schaffel doesn't appear to be bothered -- the above photo was taken moments ago at the movie premiere in Tokyo ... where Schaffel took the stage and told fans Katherine Jackson sent along her best wishes.
Tuesday, we shot video of Schaffel and Debbie Rowe boarding a plane to Tokyo.
Like a comet
Blazing ‘cross the evening sky
Gone too soon
Like a rainbow
Fading in the twinkling of an eye
Gone too soon
Shiny and sparkly
And splendidly bright
Here one day
Gone one night
Like the loss of sunlight
On a cloudy afternoon
Gone too soon
Like a castle
Built upon a sandy beach
Gone too soon
Like a perfect flower
That is just beyond your reach
Gone too soon
Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight
Here one day
Gone one night
Like a sunset
Dying with the rising of the moon
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
!THESE LYRICS ARE COMPLETELY CORRECT!
Blazing ‘cross the evening sky
Gone too soon
Like a rainbow
Fading in the twinkling of an eye
Gone too soon
Shiny and sparkly
And splendidly bright
Here one day
Gone one night
Like the loss of sunlight
On a cloudy afternoon
Gone too soon
Like a castle
Built upon a sandy beach
Gone too soon
Like a perfect flower
That is just beyond your reach
Gone too soon
Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight
Here one day
Gone one night
Like a sunset
Dying with the rising of the moon
Gone too soon
Gone too soon
!THESE LYRICS ARE COMPLETELY CORRECT!
Originally posted May 29th 2010 1:00 AM PDT by TMZ Staff
TMZ has learned Dr. Conrad Murray will visit Michael Jackson on or around the first anniversary of the singer's death.
Sources connected with the doctor tell us Murray is torn up by Jackson's death and the anniversary is an important milestone.
And we've learned Dr. Murray has visited the Forest Lawn mausoleum where Jackson is entombed a number of times. "He goes there a lot," we're told. Murray avoids attention by going either early in the morning or during off-hours.
TMZ has learned Dr. Conrad Murray will visit Michael Jackson on or around the first anniversary of the singer's death.
Sources connected with the doctor tell us Murray is torn up by Jackson's death and the anniversary is an important milestone.
And we've learned Dr. Murray has visited the Forest Lawn mausoleum where Jackson is entombed a number of times. "He goes there a lot," we're told. Murray avoids attention by going either early in the morning or during off-hours.
Originally posted May 14th 2010 12:35 AM PDT by TMZ Staff
Lisa Marie Presley's prayers have been answered -- TMZ has learned a flower company is about to deliver a field's worth of sunflowers to Michael Jackson's burial site in Glendale, CA.
Jason Levin from sunflowerguy.com tells TMZ he's shipping several thousand sunflowers -- which were Michael's favorite -- to his mausoleum at Forest Lawn Cemetery today.
Levin's donation follows Lisa Marie's MySpace posting Wednesday, complaining that Michael deserves more than the few bouquets, candles and gifts that currently surround his tomb.
Read more: link
Lisa Marie Presley's prayers have been answered -- TMZ has learned a flower company is about to deliver a field's worth of sunflowers to Michael Jackson's burial site in Glendale, CA.
Jason Levin from sunflowerguy.com tells TMZ he's shipping several thousand sunflowers -- which were Michael's favorite -- to his mausoleum at Forest Lawn Cemetery today.
Levin's donation follows Lisa Marie's MySpace posting Wednesday, complaining that Michael deserves more than the few bouquets, candles and gifts that currently surround his tomb.
Read more: link
Verse 1:
Looking out
Across the nighttime
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs
Verse 2:
Get me out
Into the nighttime
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite
Chorus:
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
if they say-
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
Verse 3:
Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare
Chorus
I like lovin' this way
I like lovin' this way
Verse 4:
Looking out
Across the morning
Where the city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming at the Street
Chorus
Looking out
Across the nighttime
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs
Verse 2:
Get me out
Into the nighttime
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite
Chorus:
If they say
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
if they say-
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
Verse 3:
Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare
Chorus
I like lovin' this way
I like lovin' this way
Verse 4:
Looking out
Across the morning
Where the city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming at the Street
Chorus