Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
Remington Alexander LaBaux (Remi) was an only child. He was born and raised on an old family plantation in northern Louisiana, which grew sugar cane, as did most of the plantations in that region. The plantation had been in his family since before the Civil War and was handed down to the oldest male of each generation since it was founded. His mother had pa...
Hey, there. My name is Lea Shanks and I'm a six-foot-tall, red-haired and gray-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Like many people in this world, I lead a double life. By day, I am a professor of psychology at my alma mater Champion City College, a small, four-year public school located in downtown Brockton. There are lots of Afri...
My name is Eli Pierre. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of good-looking white guy of Irish and French descent in his early forties with short black hair and pale green eyes. I live in the city of Brockton in the state of Massachusetts with my family. My wife Denise Jacobson Pierre is an executive with an engineering company. Our son Jay is a freshman at Boston Col...
Mistress Regina Saint-Pierre woke up with a smile on her face. Her father James and her brothers Lucien Saint-Pierre and Eric Saint-Pierre were so proud of her. Yesterday she assisted in the breaking in of the toughest member of the new batch of exotic-looking Black slaves which they purchased for the family's brand new Plantation in the City of New Orleans,...
Chapter 1: Everclear Plantation, 1832 Terri and I first became acquainted when she moved to Louisiana in 1832 during the boom times. I had just completed renovating my small plantation home forty miles north of New Orleans, set back a little from the Mississippi. Her husband worked for me and managed the plantation commerce. We grew sugar cane and shipped...
fPompey lay in the back of the wagon and tried to take a nap which was difficult on the bumpy hard packed but rutted dirt road. It was spring and the smell of the fresh flowers and the manure laded fields brought the primal instincts of rebirth and reproduction to all of life. Unlike the many thousands of unfortunates who had perished during the trip Pompey...
Dahlia appeared in every way as an ancient mixture of Louisiana Creole. Her hair shinned caramel and copper with strands of gold. Her eyes shined a deep fluorescent emerald green, and her skin glistened the color of honey in candle light. Her body was complete perfection. Her face was mysterious and beautiful. Her breast were large, firm and sloped upwards....
"The Battle of Chickamauga was the bloodiest two days of fighting in American history. The battle cost the Federals 1,657 dead, 9,756 wounded, and 4,757 missing for a total of 16,170 casualties out of 58,000 troops. The Confederate losses were 2,312 dead, 14,674 wounded and 1,468 for a total of 18,545 out of 66,000 troops," explained the tour guide. "Union...
The dark recesses of the human mind hold many secrets. People's politics and sexuality are often at war. How else do you explain my latest slaves? Picture this, if you will. An attractive Black couple, both of them in early middle age, kneeling naked before a tall, blonde-haired White woman. My name is Diane Jane Abelard. My friends call me D.J. for short. W...