Michael Jackson Imagines

Off Limits (Part 1)

He was hers...And I was his.

I loved his touch...And craved his kiss.

A temptation delectable...A lustful attraction.

God, if she only knew what was really happening.

But I couldn't stop him, even if I tried.

It was so good, I often daydreamed of him between my thighs.

But, he was hers...And I was his...

Which made him...Off limits.

[Part 1]

"Aww, it's so good to see you again."

My best friend, Ella giggles softly as pulling me into her huge embrace for a welcoming hug. I know it's been a while since we last spoken. Not because we were mad with one another. Life has just been busy for the both of us. I was lucky to catch her call yesterday afternoon. I was on my lunch break. She said she wanted to link up today if I wasn't too busy. Said she had a surprise to show me. Of course, being the good, supportive friend that I am, I agreed to do so.

I know it's been a year since I've last seen or heard from Ella. Since then, I've moved two towns over, lost ten pounds, and my fiancé at the time and I finally broke it off. Not because he cheated, or I. We just both knew we weren't compatible with one another and decided to end it. With that being said, I've spent the last six months club hopping, and setting up dick appointments with random men in the process. No strings attached. I haven't really found the guy that can make my toes curl or leave my spine tingling...At least, that's how it was at first. I mean, some of these guys were hella fine. But their dick game was weak.

After four months or so into my, "dates", I would never forget this one guy. It was a Friday night. I was tired as hell, and stressed from work. I remember arriving at this club. I wasn't even looking for a random hookup from a man on this particular night. I promised myself two drinks, and I was leaving to go home. About mid-way into my second drink, I was already feeling quite tipsy. I pulled out my purse to pay for my drinks, preparing to leave. Then, I felt someone walk up beside me...

A cold natural light for me...And, give this lady another glass of what she's having...

I could never forget his voice...It wasn't overbearing in bass. Yet, it had the right amount, with a hint of soft-spoken. I pear over my shoulder...I didn't realize he was standing so close to me. But when our eyes finally connect, I felt my heart melt. I catch a glance of the bartender. She picks up the money before getting the order...The man now looks in my direction. I have a better view of him, and instantly, I feel my panties getting wet. Goddamn, he's fine!

His skin was a beautiful deep cocoa brown. A faint mustache was formed on his upper lip. His short, jet black hair was wavy/curly all over. And his brown eyes were alluring. I've never seen a man so charming in my life. His bites his lip as staring down at me. He towered me some. Seeing I had on heels, it's obvious he was way taller than me. He stares me up and down...I can tell he was checking out my assets. I remember being so happy that I decided to wear my black tube dress, with a choker. It came about mid-thigh, with a slit on the side showing part of my thong underneath. And of course, my cleavage was showing. I liked dressing extra slutty for the clubs.

"I hope you weren't getting ready to leave. I did, want to get to know you better." He says in a low, seductive tone.

"I was, actually. It's been a long day." I say, meekly.

What the hell? Why is this man making me so damn shy? I may be a lot of things around the male species...But being shy isn't one of them. But his guy had me feeling things. My stomach beings to flutter. And, I feel like my heart is in my throat.