My Twisted Mind

By Solfound

My Twisted Mind is the fictional tale of one body with three female entities. I want to introduce to you Faith, she is a sex addict, call her The Dick Slayer. Indee is the power drivenvital, exuberant, sensual, and flamboyant diva. Jennifer is a career mom-buddy. She is a wife/mother who portrays as part of her life the strengths of family, community, and self-worth. They are beautiful, sexy, and educated African American women with a powerful yet twisted moral conscience. Their vigorous sexual intensity will make you sit on the edge of your seat and have you imagining the possibility of experiencing the highest gratification that comes from being sexually uninhibited. You may have thought of such acts, maybe even fantasized a little bit. Reading this novel may awaken your hidden desires.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 22, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450031004

Solfound

Sol found is a Philadelphia native. She now resides on the southern shores of New Jersey. She is a divorcee with two wonderful sons. She still enjoys a good cheese-steak from the hood and loves Tastykakes and soft pretzels. Sol found has fond Philadelphia memories of Dr. J and Moses Malone playing hard at the now demolished Philadelphia Spectrum. She giggles when she thinks of her crush on Mo Cheeks. Sol found is saddened when she recalls that terrible summer day back in 1985 when former Mayor Wilson Goode's tenure as the first African-American Mayor of Philadelphia was marred by the MOVE confrontation. Sol found along with millions of people around the world stood frozen as she watched the aired television news coverage of the 2001 tragedy that struck America and tore the fabric of our great country. In 2004 Sol found suffered a stroke with paralysis. With her having young children depending on a mother, Sol found was determined to overcome the temporary setback. Through prayer and support from family & friends she was able to regain 95% of her ability to walk and write again. She encourages all, to look at a negative and turn it into a positive. She has embraced her life, discovering second chances. A novice writer, she offers to share the best of herself through the craft of writing and hopes to give the reader’s hours of entertainment. Life offers second chances. Sol found prays that you will embrace yours, as she has embraced hers. In the world that we live in today, it’s TWISTED – many twists and turns happen throughout the journey, therefore creating a twisted reality. The author has composed a number of fictional personalities, all TWISTED.

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Contents

Preface

Introduction

Prologue

Part One

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Part Two

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Part Three

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Conclusion

Dedication

Thanks, to my God. When the doctor’s said that I couldn’t, you said that I would.

Thank you Lord, you never ever stop loving me.

This book is dedicated to my children, Booman and Brown Penny.

I will always cherish the memories of my father Woody and the Baby Diva—Eboni E. Your time with us was short lived but the both of you will forever be in my heart. And to Michael Jackson, your music will forever live on.

To my mother Louise, you gave me life and the encouragement to keep moving forward.

To my beautiful sisters, the four of you are the glue that kept me together.

Much gratitude goes to Leslie, Sharon, Margie and Tina.

And to my grown-up little brother Reese, I love you baby brother.

To my Diva’s,

Helen, you have been my best friend since 7th grade. I love you girl.

Maritza, Spanish fly you are my Guardian Angel.

Valerie B—you are my SHERO . . . .

To my good friend Mrs. C, I know she doesn’t like to be called that but I love you and I am wise enough not to call you by name. You gave me a shoulder to lean on and a tissue to dry my eyes. Thank you.

To George aka (G), you taught me a valuable lesson. Don’t give the best of yourself, share the best of yourself. I’ve carved out the best in me and I’ve found love in myself. Thank you for inspiring me.

To Mr. Montclair, thank you, thank you, thank you . . . I will NEVER forget your kindness.

Trent Smith you are amazing. Jesus loves you my friend, stay strong.

To everyone else, I have not forgotten your love and support. I thank you and I love you all.

And my final inspirations came to me through the sound of music. MJB—your songs got me up and down the highway, thank you Mary J., Miss Alicia Keyes, you have inspired me as well and just when I needed to push on, you reached out to me with your lyrics and I made it through. Michael Jackson, rest in peace. I love you all . . . .

Sol found

Preface

My Twisted Mind depicts fragments of my imagination and just a little bit of truth. I’ve created fictional characters whose lives are based on false realities from the light and darkness in the twisted way of the world that we live in today.

Sometimes on my way to work, I listen to Jigga/HOV a.k.a. Jay Z. By all means I am not the most favorable fan of rap music. However on the opening track of his KINGDOM COME CD, I found this statement to be profound and it stayed with me. It originated from a 1970’s movie, SUPERFLY.

You know you’ve got this fantasy in your head about getting out of the life and setting the corporate world on its ear.

What the fuck you gonna do but hustle?

I’ve asked myself countless times, What is it that you want to do with your life Ms. Sol-ser-chin? Well now that Sol-found has the answer, it is and has always been the same. Too write!

So here I go. This is my hustle, writing . . .

Sol found

It’s only entertainment!

Introduction

Hello, my name is Sol found, I’m from Philadelphia, PA. I’ve created a story of some truth—mostly fiction, you decide. Character and references have been made of hot news events, celebrities, designers, coffee shops, civil rights activists and of course political officials:

Much love goes out to my daily Philly favourites, Lady B, DJ Touchtone and Ukee Washington.

Creative attributes go to Billie Holiday, Starbucks, Magic Johnson, Arthur Ashe, Versace, Giorgio Brutini, Issey Miyake, Armani, Choi Moon-Young, Giovanni, Yves Saint Laurent, Derrick Moore, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Dr. J., Moses Malone, Jay Z, Mary-Mary, Alicia Keyes, Mary J., Cassidy, Jena 6, Beyonce, Dave Coz, Miles Jay, Leela James, Donovan McNabb, Michael Vick, Tom Joyner, Jay Anthony Brown, Steve Harvey, Hurricane Katrina, Fema, Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King Jr., Jesse Jackson, Medgar Evers, Osama Bin Laden, NAACP, Michelle Obama, Barack Obama, Joe Biden, John McCain, Michael Jackson, Rosa Parks and President Kennedy.

The drama, the heartaches and waves of emotions all come to an end that is TWISTED. I reveal to you the psychological dysfunction of MY TWISTED MIND, a fictional story.

Prologue

In 1973 I was a happy little girl with big brown eyes and a big bright smile. This is one of my childhood memories. I can still see this vision in my mind and it is just as clear as the day is long.

I heard the sultry voice of Billie Holiday singing mommy’s favorite song—Ain’t Nobody’s Business playing in the background.

I held onto the railing as I came down the staircase in our old house back in Philly. I was looking for my mommy and daddy.

In the corner was the record player with albums stacked beside it. I walked over to it and watched the twelve inch vinyl spinning round and round on the turn table. As I looked around the room, I saw that our coffee table was cluttered with what appeared to be powdered sugar and straws. Folded dollar bills were scattered across the table too. Beer and wine bottles had spilled over onto the floor. A bottle of Jack Daniel’s had daddy’s tie wrapped around it. I reached over and stuck my small fingers into the powdery substance tasting it like I do when I help mommy bake cookies. Yuck! I spat the bitter substance from my mouth, realizing that it was not sugar.

Where are they? I wondered aloud as I began to climb the stairs to search for them. I slowly opened my parent’s bedroom door. My eyes widened as my mouth gaped opened and I slammed my small hand across it to prevent any sound from escaping. I blinked several times in total dismay. I could not believe my own eyes. My parent’s lay buck-naked on top of the bedspread. Daddy was in the middle between my mother and mommy’s friend Miss Vicki. Quickly and quietly I closed the door. I didn’t want to wake them. I ran to my bedroom, confused. What were they doing in there? Man ole man, they never would have let me sleep with them and naked too.

My name is Faith. That experience is what I believe is what began to kill my soul; my flesh is now weak.

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Part One

Chapter 1

The Dream . . .

Dennis has the thickest thighs, strong muscular legs with firm buttocks. His shoulders are wide like a football players. The brotha is built, tight ripped abs; some brothers would die for a chest like his . . .

Faith held onto his shoulders, gripping her fingers into his neck as he supported her small frame with their bodies entwined together. Her hips fit comfortably in place across his as she slowly moved rhythmically up and down. She sucked his skin as if he were her lollipop. She resisted the urge to bite him; not wanting to physically harm him but the desire to tear into his flesh was ever so tempting.

Dennis flipped Faith over, thrusting his dick into her tight butt hole. Oh man she gasped while digging her nails deep into the sheets. She called his name softly Dennis. She said, Oh baby, give it to me good! It feels so good baby, push it in deeper. They rocked in unison with his hands tugging at her tits as his legs pressed against the back of her thighs. The bed squeaked violently, the floor boards creaked against the vibrations as he slapped her hard on the ass. She thought, Why the hell do they do that shit? Faith was not feeling that vibe, but enjoyed the intrusion into her body nevertheless. She could feel the tension vein that always appeared in the middle of her forehead pop up. Just as her booty felt like it was being ripped into pieces he released his hot cum into her ass and relaxed his grip from her waist. Faith turned around to face him, Dennis was staring into her eyes and for a brief moment—his eyes were dark and cold. He blinked once then twice and suddenly his big soft brown eyes were warm again. Those sparkling eyes melted her like butter just the way they had when she saw them for the first time. They rolled onto the bed, lying cuddled together.

The ringing of the telephone startled Faith. She felt as if she was in a fog, What’s that noise, what is that persistent ringing sound? She was groggy, and tried to shake it off. Finally she realized that she had dozed off into a sleep. It was a dream interrupted. Damn it! Faith cursed out loud and barely above a whisper said, It was a fucking dream. Horny and irritated she snatched the phone off the base yelling a harsh Hello. She was surprised to hear her mother’s voice. Faith chatted with her mom for a few minutes then ended the call.

She placed her small delicate fingers between her legs and felt the sticky wetness, then brought them to her mouth tasting herself. She began to whisper, That was some dream. I wish that shit was real. Faith continued her self-only conversation, asking the same question, Why won’t Dennis fuck me? He must be Gay! A few moments later she dismissed all thoughts of why he resisted the opportunity to fuck her and reached over to open the mahogany wood nightstand drawer retrieving Mr. Buzzer, her nine inch long, five inch wide battery operated play-toy. I hope the batteries still work!"

Chapter 2

Indee had always been the typical Aquarian dreamer. She looked back on her life following the four years that she had spent in the Navy. She had been at a life crossroad and was not sure of the path that she intended to follow. She was tired of working the phones as an Entertainment Voice Operator aka Phone Sex Actress. It paid the bills but she had to be available at all hours of the night to talk sexy and dirty to men and sometimes women. The goal was to keep them on the line for at least fifteen minutes or more to earn a sizable paycheck. There were several times that she had fallen asleep while on midnight duty. She remembered at least a few times where she had to clear the cobwebs quickly from her brain and start on cue from the auto-dialer installed in the phone.

She had hoped to start a business of her own one day, but surely not that way. Indee wondered how she would get started. How could she get any funding? Then one amazing rainy evening she met the goose who would lay her a golden egg.

Her ex-lover Javier was a married, internationally known television news correspondent who once had been infatuated with her. She seductively convinced him to finance the start up costs for what is known as the Opportunity Knocks real estate brokerage firm that she now owns and operates. And although they no longer had a sexual relationship they still remained the best of friends. Once she had proven her abilities to sell properties, her realtor business took off enabling her to repay the debt back to him. She now managed billion dollar properties. Today’s market was hot. With American homes foreclosing regularly, she was able to buy some very good investment properties. She sat at her desk reminiscing of years gone by . . .

One lonely evening she had driven over to G-G’s, her favorite happy hour spot. Indee ran from the car to escape the raindrops falling from the darkened sky, she practically threw the keys into the restaurants valet’s hands. As she reached the door, it opened. On the other side was a tall distinguished looking man. His eyes sparkled like emeralds, a dazzling green. His tanned skinned had that sun-kissed glow, giving her the impression that he had probably been out of the eastern area for some time. A 5 o’clock shadow lined his jaw with just a hint of a mustache appearing, though unshaven he was fine with rugged good looks. He was certainly the most handsome man to cross her path in a month of Sunday’s. Indee excused herself and stepped around him. The tall masculine man said, No excuse me. The pleasure is mine. They smiled as they