A collection of Michael Jackson Imagines book 🌹❣️ Step into Michael's world, and imagine yourself in different scenarios with Michael as your boyfriend.

"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 #3 in dreamy! 12/4/24 #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

"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