“Sorry, Ty, I really had to go,” Lorelei said, as she rose to her feet. Tyson turned back to face her and nodded, and continued to shower in silence. As Lorelei washed her hands, she kept looking at him, this tall, muscular, dark-skinned and manly guy who had been so good to her for the past decade. Gosh she wanted him…
“It’s one of those days,” Tyson said cryptically, and he smiled at Lorelei, who looked at him silently. Moving as though in a trance, Lorelei moved toward Tyson, and she stopped at the shower curtain, as though someone hit the pause moment. Lorelei’s eyes met Tyson’s, and he saw a burning desire in them. Such passion, Tyson thought.
“A day like no other,” Lorelei replied at last, and then she pulled back the curtain and joined Tyson in the shower, with her clothes on. They stood in the shower together, facing each other. Gone were the pretenses, the coy smiles, the jokes and double entendres. A man and a woman in need faced one another, and let nature take its course…
“You’re so beautiful, Lore,” Tyson said, and he pulled Lorelei into his arms and kissed her. In his nearly four decades upon this Earth, Tyson has embraced many lovers, female and male. Variety is indeed the spice of life. Still, Tyson couldn’t remember the last person who kissed him as passionately as Lorelei did, that’s for damn sure.
“Ty, I’ve wanted you for so long,” Lorelei said, and Tyson grinned, gently stroking her face. Laughing, he undressed her, and the pale, slim yet somehow curvy body that she revealed appealed to him immensely. Lorelei always reminded Tyson of the Hollywood actress Anna Torv, whom he’d had a crush on for years. Uptight can be sexy, Tyson mused as he kissed Lorelei.
Lorelei moaned as she found herself naked against the shower wall, with Tyson kneeling before her. The handsome brother kissed her sex, then began sucking on her clitoris while fingering her pussy. Closing her eyes, Lorelei gently rubbed the back of Ty’s neck, silently urging him to continue pleasuring her.
“You taste wonderful, Lore,” Ty paused to say, and he buried his face between her slender, alabaster legs. Lorelei’s neatly trimmed blonde bush smelled wonderfully enticing, and he loved the way she tasted. She cried out as he sucked on her clit and fingered her, eating that pussy like a hungry man.
“Fuck me, Ty,” Lorelei demanded, a little while later, as Tyson bent her over the washroom counter. She admired their reflections in the washroom mirror. Tall, slender, blonde-haired and green-eyed white woman getting fucked from behind by slightly taller, dark-skinned, muscular African American man. Society’s worst nightmare, and Lorelei’s fondest desire since, well, forever…
“Cute butt,” Tyson said, playfully slapping Lorelei’s pert little derriere, and she laughed, grinding her ass against him. Lorelei knew Tyson’s weakness, the brother from Detroit loves a nice ass and doesn’t care if it’s attached to a female or a dude. As Lorelei bent further down, she kept grinding that ass against Lorelei’s Tyson’s groin, giving him a great visual to work with as he fucked her.
“Harder,” Lorelei said, demanding as usual. This blonde chick is bossy everywhere, Tyson mused, smiling as he continued hammering her sweet pussy with powerful thrusts of his hard, dark dick. At some point, he grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, yanking her head back as he fucked her. Lorelei moaned passionately and cried out Ty’s name, clearly loving his rougher side…
Several passionate hours later, after the impromptu session which began in the washroom somehow took them to the stairs and back to the living room, Lorelei Winters and Tyson Rocher lay side by side, spent. They exchanged a smile, and Tyson clasped Lorelei’s hand in his. What happens now? Tyson wondered, feeling both scared and excited.
Tyson “T-Rock” Rocher’s life was about to change, but the world’s most controversial rapper realized that he didn’t have to face it alone. Long before Tyson became famous, one woman had stood by him through the scandals, the controversies, the girlfriends, the boyfriends and the skanks. That woman’s name is Lorelei Winters, Ty’s manager, best friend and confidante, and now his lover.
“Let’s do this,” T-Rock said to Lorelei as they went to the interview on BET. Lorelei’s heart was going pitter-patter, for as much as she loved being a manager for celebrities who were rich and talented but didn’t quite know how to manage their affairs, she hated being in front of the cameras. I’m right with you, Lorelei thought, squeezing Ty’s hand. A week since they became lovers, their world was about to change…again.
Much of the world, and probably all of Black America was fascinated and/or shocked by the news of controversial Rapper and action movie icon T-Rock’s apparent bisexuality. This bit of news was a major surprise to many since Tyson “T-Rock” Rocher was so tall, manly and confident, and unafraid of speaking his mind against those in power. During the ground-breaking, hour-long interview, which was watched by thirty million souls according to Nielsen Ratings, T-Rock bared his heart.
The interview shocked the world, and not just for the aforementioned reasons. T-Rock spoke about his bisexuality, and about his relationship with his ex-girlfriend Sasha, mother of his daughter Chelsea. He came clean about her false allegations and the lifestyle that they led before he split from her. This was T-Rock’s coming out moment as a bisexual Black man, and the proud son of Detroit held nothing back…
The final shocker of the interview came when T-Rock thanked his manager Lorelei Winters for her full support, and then the two shared a passionate kiss on national TV. For ages after the interview, people wondered which of T-Rock’s revelations pissed off Black America, especially Black women, more. The brother’s bisexuality or him kissing a skinny blonde-haired white woman on national television?
“To the future,” Lorelei Winters said to Tyson as they stood together at the water’s edge. The mansion which Tyson rented for their private retreat was located in the secluded community of Oak Bluffs, in the Martha’s Vineyard area of Massachusetts. In this largely African American enclave of wealth and power, they felt right at home. Even far from Detroit, Tyson likes to be among his people.
“Amen to that, gorgeous,” Tyson said, as he pulled his darling Lorelei into his arms and kissed her. Lorelei kissed him back passionately, then gave his cute butt a firm squeeze. Tyson grinned at her, this naughty blonde gal who looked so hot in a crimson bathing suit. He wore red swimming trunks to match her outfit, of course. What a woman, Ty thought admiringly.
Hand in hand, the new couple headed for the water. Lorelei was on cloud nine, elated at the idea of spending a few days in a waterfront mansion with Tyson, making love and enjoying the good life. This was what she’d always wanted but never admitted to herself. Somehow, and soon, they’d have to face the firestorm that had engulfed their suddenly very public lives, but for now, they’d enjoy the peace and quiet…and each other.