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...
"Elizabeth met a man today!" Theodore called as he and his sister walked through the front door that evening. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, wishing her younger brother were a more reserved person. "What?" their father said as he took his seat at the table for dinner. Rupert Winshaw and his wife had worked the farm all day, and both were more than ready to set...
All characters in this story are 18 or older. Comments, questions, rates are all welcome and appreciated. This is my first actual story so I hope ya like it :) xxx LovelyLittlePixie +++ She woke when her brain registered the thump. Running a hand through her sleep tousled hair, she crossed the room to the door. She was a good looking girl- curly brown...
Victor sat and watched on the couch pondering how this happened. A couple of minutes ago he was on a drunken escapade forging for a last night meal at a neighbor's house with his friend Christian. Now, only moments later, he, Christian, and their neighbor Kayla were on the verge of their first threesome. Victor, a rather shy and reserved individual, studied...
Living in Quebec isn't easy for a young Black immigrant man, seriously. La belle province has a complex history with its immigrant population, and the fact that non-Whites have way more offspring than French Canadians do has a lot of people worried about tomorrow's Quebec. They fear that us Africans, Arabs, Indians, Latinos, and Chinese people will take over...
She wakes up early Saturday morning for her usual run. She runs intervals today, changing speed to gradually increase her overall speed. She uses this to unwind from her stressful consulting job and to escape from her other pressing personal problems. She showers, shaves her legs, lies on the bed, and puts lotion over her body. She massages her tight inner...
Author's Note: This chapter began immediately after Chapter 5 ended. Eboni quickly closed door to Jimmy's room. She couldn't believe what she had seen. Standing by the window was her best friend's brother with his pants down, his erect penis in his hand, and ropes of white cum spurting from its tip. She also couldn't believe how instantly wet she had become...
'Thirty years old'...I grumbled to myself. It was Saturday night and I sat in my apartment feeling sorry for myself. My sisters or parents hadn't even bothered to call me on my birthday. I flopped down on the sofa and turned on the T.V., flipping through the channels. I should have gone out or something, but my mood was so gloomy. I had trouble getting up th...
Hey, there. It's me again. Stephen Voltaire. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man of Haitian descent living in the wonderful yet cutthroat world of urban America. And I'm having tons of fun during my last days in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. In less than two weeks, I'll be in the province of Ontario, Canada. Most specifically I'll be residing in...
Tappity tappity tap. He could here the tapping as it neared his door. His curiosity had brought him within a few feet of his front door, when he heard the knock. Looking out the peephole, he could see the face of his date, but she was not alone. He found her through an ad, and had only met with her once before, over lunch. He knew there was a good chance of...