Two Different Roads

He Went To Paris

June 23-The Monkees traveled to Paris to film an episode of the television series. Someone had decided it would be a great idea to depart from the typical format of the show and shoot a thirty minute version of the type of unscripted musical 'romp' they had already become known for. The 'story', such as it was, consisted of the group running about the city in an atttempt to escape female fans who would be played by French models. Eventually each girl would end up catching her own Monkee.. The location had been chosen because the show wasnt well known in France as yet, and it would be possible to avoid crowds of ACTUAL fans. To their delight, in between filming, they would all be able to wander about the city.

Christian was visiting his mother in Texas, so Mike suggested that Ellen accompany him both to France and on the brief excursion The Monkees would be taking to London afterward. Traveling would become difficult the more advanced her pregnancy became, so she took the opportunity gratefully.
The Portion of the trip in Paris was especially pleasant. She and Mike were able to walk the streets like typical tourists, hand in hand, shopping, sampling delicious French food, and just basking in the scenery.

The hotel where they were staying was the same one she'd visited with John years before which had turned out to be one of the happiest moments of their relationship. She didn't know if Mike was aware of that, but she decided she'd like to make more special memories here with her husband to assist in banishing the past for good.

He was sprawled comfortably in a chair, gazing at the lovely view from their window, those long legs stretched out before him when she surprised him by climbing onto his lap, winding her arms around his neck and giving him a light, impish kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Someone's getting a bit frisky."
"Paris is the city of love. I'm feeling romantic."
"Oh I'm always up for a bit of 'romance'."
"You mean sex."
"Ain't that the same thing?" He teased and kissed her until she felt as if she'd melt into a puddle of desire.
"I love your kisses," she breathed.
"You want me Baby?"
"I always want you Michael."
"Aren't I just the lucky one then."
She unbuttoned his shirt, peeled it open, her tongue teasing the little moles on his neck.
"God it turns me on when you do that. But then pretty much everything you do turns me on."

Her hands trailed over his chest, petting the light smattering of hair there.
"I want to taste you," she said, kneeling on the carpet before him, quickly disposing of his jeans and boxer briefs.
"It's so hot watching you suck my dick," he groaned as she took him in her mouth, "and you're so fucking good at it."
Mike's habitual self-control always faltered when she went down on him. It was almost amusing to her to witness how hard he tried to remain still, but invariably failing, his hips eventually bucking upward as he attempted desperately not to actually fuck her mouth.

"Stop Baby stop. I don't want to cum yet."
She released him, stood before him, a decidedly naughty grin on her face.
"You're wearing way too many clothes for what I want to do next. Why dont ya give me a little show Darlin'."

She improvised a slinky strip tease, removing her light, summer dress, her bra and knickers slowly, seductively.
"I love just looking at you, Marie. You're so beautiful, so fucking sexy."
She moved to the bed, slipped her hand between her legs. "I thought I'd warm up the engine for you, " she purred.
"Mmmm, are you wet for me?"
She nodded with a moan. "I want you Michael."
"What do you want? Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me."

"I love it when I can get ya to talk dirty."
"Come here."
"Yes Ma'am."
"That Texas drawl of yours is really sexy."
"So that's why you always want me to sing to you."
"That's definitely ONE of the reasons."

He chuckled softly. "It's nice to know that just my VOICE gets you off." He sang a few lines from a somewhat obscure musician he liked.

"If I were a king
I′d give up everything
Just to have you near me 'cause
Roses and rainbows are you"
"Stop teasing and give it to me," she commanded.
He eased himself inside her with agonizing slowness.
"You're so big, and you feel so good."
"Marie, my sweet Marie," he sighed as he moved within her.
They made love for what seemed quite some time until they were both entirely satiated and exhausted. Mike hummed the tune he'd sung earlier softly. It was the last thing she heard before she drifted off into a deep, contented sleep.