"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...
Right now, I'm lying on my back and I'm getting fucked in the ass by a chubby, fifty-something white woman named Doris Danes. A weird position for a big and tall Black guy to find himself in, don't you think? My name is James Elroy Atman. I'm a twenty-year-old Jamaican student at Carleton University in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario in the Confedera...
My name is Kirk Thaddeus. A big and tall White man living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I'm into Race Play. I love dominating Black women. That's what I'm doing right now. I'm fucking a big Black woman named Yolanda Jones in the ass. She's on all fours, face down and ass up, hands and feet bound by thick steel chains. I'm shoving my big White c...
Summer 1858 It was about 10:30. They'd been riding around the plantation since right after breakfast, observing the slaves cultivating cotton under the watchful eye of an overseer. "Uncle Mark, I'm going to ride to that copse of trees on the right and attend to a call of nature. I don't think my bladder can hold much more." "Mine's in about the same state...
***This is an Antebellum story*** The cold air whipped through the cracks of the door and small openings in the tiny cabin. The fire was going dead and adding more wood to it seemed futile as Abigail knew it was her last moments in the cabin she had called home. It was the only cabin she knew in her life other than her mother's cabin, and now it would soon...
Adam Brent is the name. Most people just call me Young Adam. I don't know why, but that nickname has stuck with me for ages. I'm a tall, and dare I say good-looking young African man with dark brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. Anyone looking at me would see a young African-American male. The kind of man that both men and women can't help but f...
I was forty years old, a widower and a father of one young boy. My beloved wife of 15 years had succumbed to breast cancer the year before and I was feeling the urge to move on, if not for my sake but for that of my 2-year-old son. Still I didn't want to go on blind dates, nor frequent the regular divorcée pick-up spots, or heaven forbid join Tinder. The dat...
Mrs. Alice Hetherington-Smythe watched her husband from across the dining table. The food was delicious but tonight Henry was not in a good mood. He had little conversation beyond complaints, of which he had many. 'Nothing changes much', she thought to herself as he continued with his theories on everything that was wrong with his world. It was still sever...
Note: This is not just a sex story, it is more a novella, that contains explicit sex, so be advised, if you don't want a long story, only sex, then please don't read. All references to the Wodaabe tribe are absolutely accurate. Excuse any inaccuracies with regards to time and distance, I have sailed on many seas but I am not a navigator. It seemed to be for...
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...