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...
Warwick Castle, Lancaster Estate England 1815 Kelloch Havisham, Duke of Lancaster, sat on the settee across from his bed and stared at it hard, as he swallowed another mouthful of the rich brandy. There was something wrong with him, he thought. The same dream, over and over again, it wasn't normal. Not in the least. It wasn't supposed to happen to him. He w...
Sam Adams was one of the riches men in the South during the eighteen forties. His plantation wasn't nearly as large as others scattered up the banks of the Mississippi River. His home was larger and nicer than most but he only had a few hundred acres of land. While the other planters worried about the crops and keeping good slaves happy he only had enough pl...
Cassie was born on an Alabama plantation to third generation slave parents. While they had never known any other way of life the white plantation owners had only recently become wealthy enough to own slaves. Not really knowing what to do with them the Jackson's kept the Black family in the guest house and had them wait on them for dinners and such. So it was...
Chapter 6 - The Story of Fantine It then passed to Fantine to tell her own tale. She spoke in her broken English and lapsed into French for the more difficult parts. Liz' French was rusty but she was able to keep up. ---- Fantine told of being born in the south of France in 1866. Her father was a captain in The Gendarmerie. Her mother was a merchant's dau...
The Fenrir are creatures of legend. Often seen as the source of ancient 'Werewolf' mythos, they are a species of demi human with canine faces, digitgrade legs, and furry bodies. They are a different species from your average dog folk, having a far more animalistic likeness and being more like wolves than humans. This made it nearly impossible for them to pas...
I remember the day he entered the plantation. He was a tall, dark-skinned man with a muscular physique. As he entered the gate chained with the other slaves, he looked at me. I observed his thick, athletic legs as they almost seemed to burst from the overalls he wore. His hair a deep black, it was long and knotted with curls, but complemented his Bistre brow...
(This story is dedicated to a beautiful woman I know, who I have yet to see. She has been my inspiration and, provided me with this story idea, and insights into Jasmine's feelings and thoughts. I would love to have your comments and have you email me and tell me what you think of the story, or even chat with me about ideas for other stories or anything else...
Based on comics by the Pit and Stormbringer. TCCS Part 3: Chapter 24: A Fog Rolls in Across the Lake Pink lips pressed hard against pink lips. Pamela pressed down harder on Miko. The smaller halfAsian girl writhed beneath the more dominant athletic Pamela. Miko's hips began thrusting upwards as if wishing Pamela had a cock between her legs with which to...
Hello, there. My name is Rhonda Winston. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Irishwoman living in New Orleans, Louisiana. I'm a police officer working for the New Orleans Police Department. The other day, I was on this bus and there were these passengers who were so damn unruly. A group of young black women were sitting next to me in the back of th...