Meet Tommy Brown, a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. He's thirty two years old, has a bachelor's degree in business management from the University of Michigan and an MBA from the University of Detroit-Mercy. The brother works for the City of Detroit Department of Public Works as an Auditor and makes real good money, we're talking six figures. So why is a fine brother like Tommy still single?
Tommy Brown is considered a pillar of the Black community of Detroit, and counts the Mayor and several city councilmen among his close friends. He also has friends in the White business community. The beautiful Black women at the prominent Black church which Tommy Brown attends wonder why the brother hasn't married one of them. Some wonder if he swings the other way. The truth is much more complicated than that, ladies and gentlemen...
Let us get at the bottom of this mystery, shall we? Tommy Brown has a bit of a problem, ladies and gentlemen. He has certain sexual and emotional desires that he isn't quite sure what to do with. You see, Tommy likes White women, and while that's a fairly common condition among Black men, the kind of White women that Tommy likes are, ahem, a bit on the extreme. Fortunately, there's the Internet, linking freaks of all shades for the past twenty years...
"Miss Lily, I like conservative White women with southern accents, who are, ahem, bossy," Tommy said, as he sat across from Lily Morgan inside the Black Lotus Lounge, located not far from downtown Detroit. Lily Morgan took a deep breath as she considered the big and tall, well-dressed and handsome Black man sitting opposite her. In this Caribbean restaurant, with the mostly Black staff and the Black owner, this brother was confessing his most illicit desires.
"No, you don't, Tommy, you like strong White women because we turn you on, we've been knowing that a lot of you negroes are turned on by our natural dominance," Lily Morgan replied with a sly wink. Born and raised in Birmingham, Alabama, Lily Morgan is a newcomer to the City of Detroit, Michigan, and the only good thing about this shithole of a town is the fact that it's packed full of handsome, sexually adventurous Black males...
Lily Morgan is the kind of gal that looks deceptively innocent. Only five-foot-seven, and trim, she looks tiny next to the six-foot-four, burly and dark-skinned Tommy Brown. In her halcyon days at the University of Alabama, Lily majored in accounting and had a hell of a time as Captain of the Varsity Cheerleading Squad. It afforded her the chance to holler at the handsome Black men who dominated the varsity football, basketball and track and field squads...
"Hmm, Miss Lily, I like it when you use that word," Tommy said, laughing, and Lily Morgan smiled and nodded. For the past six weeks, they'd been talking online, discussing their most forbidden fantasies. After much talk, they decided to meet. Lily Morgan strolled into the Black Lotus Lounge wearing a red flannel shirt, daisy dukes, Black cowboy boots, and a shiny red hat. Yes, one of those red hats. It got her stared at on the streets of Detroit but she didn't give a flying fuck...
"Turns you on, eh? Admit it, you want a strong White woman to dominate your Black ass, it keeps you up at night, just thinking about it," Lily Morgan said, flashing Tommy a sweet smile. When he accidentally brushed his foot against hers under the table and didn't apologize, she slapped the hell out of him for being fresh, and then waited for his reaction.
"Oh my, you're so hot," Tommy said, and he grabbed Lily Morgan's sleek hand and kissed it, watching as she smiled and nodded. A Black waitress walking past them with a tray shook her head in disgust. A chubby older White businessman who walked in with his slender redheaded collegiate female plaything almost did a double take when he saw Lily Morgan canoodling with a burly, handsome and well-dressed Black man. Dude was definitely not expecting that!
"Alright, Tommy, I like Black men, and I only date you brothers, but I like my southern heritage, and my southern flag, and my southern culture, so don't think your big Black dick can turn me into a democrat, I'm a die hard republican, and a proud southern woman, that's who I am, take it or leave it," Lily Morgan said, matter-of-factly. She waited for Tommy Brown's reaction, as if she didn't know what it would be...
"Mademoiselle Lily Morgan, I think you're a dream come true, I like White women but not the soft liberal types, I like a strong White woman, one with strong southern roots, who nevertheless likes Black men, but one who dominates, in and out of the bedroom, for years I hated myself for feeling this way, but I admit my desires at last," Tommy Brown said with a sigh.
"Oh my gosh, Tommy Brown, I want to kiss you and beat your Black ass and hold your hand and make love to you and slap you and have your brats and beat your Black ass some more, the thought of a strong Black man like you submitting to me, in and out of bed, and becoming my mate, well that thrills me," Lily Morgan said, her eyes suddenly moist.
There was much that Lily Morgan hadn't told Tommy Brown, or any of the Black men whom she recently dated. The fact that her parents, Vaughn and Leanne Morgan of Birmingham, Alabama, had disowned her during her freshman year at the University of Alabama for dating a young Black man. When asked to choose between her uptight family and her love for Black men, Lily chose the latter, and never looked back. This didn't jive with her fondness for race play, but whatever...
"My lady, will you do me the honor of this dance?" Tommy Brown said, rising from his chair and bowing his head as he held out his hand. Lily Morgan batted her eyelashes and blushed like a true southern belle, then took Tommy's hand and rose from her seat. As the hit song "Take My Breath Away" played on the jukebox, the two of them danced without a care in the world as the other patrons, male and female, Black and White, stared at them.
