WILDEST FANTASY

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     The alarm clock went off with a shrill BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! (your name) shut it off and groaned. "Is it time to get up already?" she sighed. Seconds later, it hit her.

     "Oh, my goodness." (your name) said to herself. "It's my birthday. I'm twenty years old today." Stretching, she got out of bed, pulled on a robe and slippers, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As the water cascaded over (your name)'s body, her mind drifted off to the previous night's dream...

                             ***

     "Yes, Michael. Oh, god, yes." (your name) groaned with pleasure. The love of her life- pop superstar Michael Jackson- was making passionate love to her. (your name) had her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, as he connected their naked bodies with his manhood. He's so big, (your name) thought. And it's all mine.

     "Does that feel good, (your name)?" asked Michael. He held her breasts gently in his hands, teasing the nipples with his thumbs as he slid gently in and out of her.

     "Yes, my love." said (your name). "It always feels good."

     "Are you ready to go higher, my love?" asked Michael, cupping his hand along the side of her face.

     "Yes, Michael." said (your name). "Take me to the heights of passion."

     "Come with me, baby." said Michael. He began to thrust harder and faster. (Your name) could feel the climax building inside her. Finally, Michael's and (your name)'s lips met in a passionate kiss as they orgasmed at the same time...

                             ***

     (your name) shook her head as she turned off the water. "Girl, get a grip." she said to herself as she toweled off. Slipping back into the robe and slippers, she went out into the kitchen to make breakfast for herself. After a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and coffee, (your name) was washing up the dishes when she heard the sound of mail hitting the door mat. Drying her hands, she went to the living room. Lying on the welcome mat were two envelopes. Picking up both, she sat down on her sofa. The first envelope was from her apartment building's property manager. Opening it, she read the note:

"Dear (your name),

   Happy birthday. As one of the best tenants I've ever seen in my tenure as property manager, I hope you'll accept this little gift.

Donnie"

How nice, (your name) thought. Reaching into the envelope, she pulled out a pearl necklace.

"How beautiful." said (your name). Carefully setting it down on the coffee table, she proceeded to open the second envelope. This one was from the Michael Jackson Fan Club. (your name)'s heart leapt into her throat as she read the short note:

"Dear (your name),
    
     Congratulations! I've selected you to spend the night with me at Neverland. I'm sending my driver to pick you up at noon. I look forward to meeting you.

        Michael"

     "Oh, my god!" squealed (your name). "I'm going to Neverland!"

                              ***
     It was shortly before noon the next day. (your name) stood in front of her apartment building. She was dressed in a long purple skirt, white short-sleeve blouse with lace on the collar, and black pumps. The pearl necklace lay around her neck. In her ears were diamond studs. Her hair was in a simple  pigtail, secured at the top with a white bow, and at the bottom with a matching hair tie. Underneath it all was a black bra and matching panties. An overnight bag lay at her feet. Her purse was slung over her shoulder. At noon sharp, a limousine pulled up to the building. A young man, dressed in a crisp black uniform, stepped out. "You must be (your name)." he said.

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