Troy sat quietly grinning to himself. He turned his gaze, from the floor, in front of him, to the clock, on the piano. He would be leaving in half an hour. He returned his gaze, to the floor, in front of himself, and smiled again. Dean and Troy had been friends for many years. They had many common interests. They shared a love of guns and the out of doors....
It really won't, I just titled it that to get the attention of a certain group of people. ................................................... I wrote a little story a while back, Boston to Birmingham, posted in Loving Wives, that got a lot of views. If you read it, thanks. In the six part series set primarily in Alabama, I talked a lot about Southern tra...
*WARNING – PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word u...
We were in the Capitol. Jonathan was the Captain again, and it was the Captain who pushed me none-too-gently out of the carriage, and I stumbled and fell and scraped my shoulder on the pavement, and he pulled me up by my elbow and marched me into the courthouse. I had been to the Capitol several times, but I'd never seen any of the courthouses, although I k...
The next morning I woke up feeling half starved. While I was rummaging through what was left of the snacks I had picked up for the drive down here, there was a knock on the door. Opening it I found a grinning Mark. He held up a thermos of coffee, and a paper bag as he said, "We thought you might be hungry. Sally sent me down here with coffee and an egg san...
There was a mountain to climb. And we were going to climb it. A short hike through the forest would bring us there, a striking granite cliff face—a little-known climber's gem in Bourgogne, France. Mark and I had planned on reaching the summit by noon to enjoy the sight over Vieux Château and the countryside. But plans change... Mark licked my pussy. Gagg...
1. Today there were six of them: six men chained collar-to-collar, heads and shoulders bowed respectfully, kneeling in a row on the tithe-hall floor. They were awaiting her inspection - but, the Lady Solande thought - what an unprepossessing lot! The two youngest wore standard slave tunics - shapeless garments cut from homespun cloth that at once marked the...
I frowned as I looked myself over in the mirror not recognizing the man I was looking at since I was out of uniform. For the past five years I had been a soldier. Now I was dressed in a suit befitting a lord of my station. Having grown up on in my fair number foster homes and orphanages I would have called anyone who saw me becoming a lord a fool five years...
Laura had returned to the servant quarters after confessing to Mistress that she had allowed herself to be bred by Dr. Smallwood, the Jackson family's best friend and a founding member of Africa Rising. Mistress had reacted in a strangely calm manner, but intimated to her that there would be severe repercussions for her infidelity to her master. Before Mistr...
Thanks to Melody for her suggestions and encouragement. A real life ebony angel. Disclaimer: This piece is only historical fantasy. It's just a different setting for an erotic story. The situation and dialogue is intended to reflect a time and place. There can be no denying that slavery was a crime against humanity. However, there must have been moments of...