Whether you loved Michael Jackson or hated him, there is one thing that is certain: The man contributed MANY excellent strip-tease fantasy songs to the world.
As I reflect on his death today, I can’t help but marvel at how often his music played a role in my sexual conquests. I remember being at a dance club one evening, the DJ playing Smooth Criminal in the background, and walking right up to a stud dancing with his very plain girlfriend, moving my hips in my tiny little strapless dress, and watching as first his gaze, then his body, then his hands found there way on me instead of the mousy little creature he was with. She watched while I got him worked up, teased his cock with my pretty round ass moving to Michael Jackson’s beats. And at the end of the night we all shared a cab home–his girlfriend in the front seat with the cabby, her boyfriend in the back with me, forcing her to listen as he worshipped my pussy in the cab. When we got home, we put her through domination hell. I wouldn’t be surprised if to this day she has rug burn on her knees.
In fact, any of his dance songs can make for an erotic ambience. But to me, Dirty Diana is the hands down favorite. I remember playing that song while I had one of my pets, strapped to a chair–bound, gagged–naked, his dick and balls tightly held together with a rubber band, while I performed a long and seductive strip-tease. It seems Diana and I have plenty in common–an adeptness at controlling cocks.
I’ll mourn the loss of such a talent, but luckily his music will live on, and will provide the background for many other sexual conquests in the future.
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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