"Billie Jean is not my-what the fuck?!" Our bodies came crashing together like two boulders being thrown at each other. The impact knocked the breath straight out of my lungs and made me gasp. The feedback from the microphone screeched and Michael was now below me, looking up at me in confusion and frustration. "What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled. "I'm saving your life! Your hair spray is about to get you-!" I yelled over the music playing off the speakers. "You're not saving anything! Get the hell off of me!" He yelled, glaring at me. "No!" I yelled. He brought his hands up to my upper arms and gripped them, flipping me around and pinned me to the ground. "Someone come get her!" He yelled. "Hey! You get off him! Security!" Somebody yelled in the distance. I looked over his shoulder and gasped. "Shit..." I murmured, my eyes going wide. _____ Ialiyah Primrose Summerfield is a young African American woman living a normal life and working a normal job. Her life is mundane, a student by day, dishwasher by evening and a burned out girl late at night. One day she decided to go to a record shop to purchase a Michael Jackson Vinyl. She blinked at the cover art and Michael blinked back. That wasn't normal. And neither was her life beginning at this exact same moment. #3 in surreal! 11/24/25 #4 in dreamy! 11/25/25 #1 in dreamy! 03/17/26 #26 in comedy-romance! 11/25/25 #4 in mjfan! 11/28/25 #2 in Michael Jackson! 11/28/25 #1 in alternate universe! 12/4/25 #1 in Michael Jackson! 12/8/25 #333 in thriller era! 02/23/26

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ what if 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 unexpectedly fell 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, just as the whole world was falling more & more in love with him? this is an 𝟏𝟖+ love story told chronologically 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫, starting with one magnetic encounter after the 1984 grammys & following the two of you through everything that happens when 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 ⎯⎯ every chapter contains content intended for adults only. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 & 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑. ⎯⎯ by 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 © 2024-present

"I'm not sorry for what I did. And I'd do worse if it meant keeping you." He was her weakness. She was his target. He wasn't the safe choice. He was the one that'd ruin her. And she still said yes. #27 in vintage! 09/27/25 #2 in 1991! 09/27/25 #4 in exoticdancer! 09/27/25 #6 in powerdynamic! 09/27/25 #3 in daddymichael! 09/27/25 #1 in mjfam! 10/04/25

𝓫𝓮𝓭𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓷𝔂 ⎯⎯ ♡ what if 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 unexpectedly fell 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, just as the whole world was falling more & more in love with him? this is an 𝟏𝟖+ love story told chronologically 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫, starting with one magnetic encounter after the 1984 grammys & following the two of you through everything that happens when 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 ⎯⎯ every chapter contains content intended for adults only. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 & 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐴𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑖𝑟𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙 & 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ by 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 © 2024-present

"Are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" It was a man's voice I didn't recognize and the greeting caught me off guard. "I-I'm sorry? What'd you say?" I asked, holding the phone away from my ear as if staring at it would bring another person on the line. "I said, are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" He repeated. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, feeling nervous. "I-uh...I think I have the wrong number?" "No one deliberately dials this number just to say that. Spread your legs and touch your pussy. I want you to finger yourself and place the phone between your legs. Let me hear how wet you sound." He said, voice lower now. More demanding. I had to catch my breath. In a shaky voice I managed to get out "No, I'm serious. I really do think I have the wrong number." I sat up and glanced around my room. The walls here weren't thin, they were thick and the rooms were placed further apart from each other. Still, I was paranoid that someone might've heard the conversation. "Oh-Jesus. I'm so sorry. Are you sure you have the wrong number? This hotline isn't in public phone books. It's listed in erotica and p*rn magazines." Oh god..... _________ It's the winter of 1983 and 19 year old Ayelani Mayer, a college freshman is preparing herself for final exams. She, instead, accidentally dials the number of a sex phone operator named Michael. A 25 year old single man living across states who fulfills the fantasies women have until they cum. Ayelani was in need to vent and stress relief. She found it elsewhere other than the schools hotline. And that was Michael teaching her how to have sex and fucking her so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head. #4 in sugardaddy! 08/06/25 #1 in mjperv! 08/24/25 #1 in moonwalker! 08/28/25 #1 in mjfan! 09/26/25 #1 in thriller era! 10/03/25

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