All of the people and names included are fictitious. None of these people existed either now or in 1862. ***** I included both of these letters together as they were dated together. ***** The names and addresses have been changed to protect reputations of the descendants. ***** Hazel Park E..., Virginia Saturday May 10th, 1862 Major Hastings Regiment...
This is the first erotic story I have written. I welcome and would very much appreciate any and all constructive feedback. Keep in mind this is merely the first chapter. Chapter 2 will be on its way shortly. Many have expressed their jealousy of my continuous streak of Irish luck and, truth be told, I do not blame them. Luck has nearly always held me firm...
There are so many things about people which surprise me daily. Seriously. Men surprise me occasionally. Women surprise me most of all. My name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a college graduate, published author and community activist. These are the final weeks of m...
The power of a people reside in how they tell their stories. For descendants of slaves, African Americans, we don't have many written records of the powerful stories our ancestors. The voices of those whose blood courses through our veins were effectively silenced by the system of chattel slavery. Slavery isn't even something we as Black people want to talk...
***There's no sex in this part but the story will build towards it. * will mean internal thought*** Prelude Isle of Skye, Scotland year 150 A.D. "So...you wish to leave?" The Queen of the Sidhe cunning eyes roamed over the Chieftain and Lady Green. The court fell silent, eager eyes waiting and watching. The Queen was known for being ruthless and it seem...
Director Elizabeth Malrow looked at the screen. "So it seems we're missing volunteer's for the Futa Body Models." She said to her chief of staff. Melissa Brun, her chief of staff, nodded "We could go the same route we went for the Male and Female models use celebrities." She said. Elizabeth nodded, "Put out the e-mails, remember we n...
A/N: Here's the last chapter folks. All loose ends are tied up here. Enjoy! Thank you Blackstallion21 for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ XIII. New Beginnings The sky was an array of pinks, reds, and purples as the heroes of Serenai arrived at the remains of the Unicorn Kingdom. As the flyers landed, their riders got off of them before the fly...
Disclaimer: Sexual acts are between fictional characters over the age of 18. There is a degree of incest here, beware if that bothers you. ~~~~~~~~~~ This journal shows up in my mail, and I open it, to read: ~~~~~~~~~~ 12/15/1955 Dear William Patnaude IV, Where do I begin? How do I convince you that what you are reading isn't a hoax? Does it even matte...
Copyright Oggbashan October 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Clang! Clang...
Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful c...