The days at the Plantation grew shorter and the temperature began to drop. We had harvested crops, canned food, mulched the gardens, prepared seed for the spring planting, and brought in more fuel and firewood for the winter. I stood beside Maggie in the kitchen, laboring away over the stove as we cooked for the fifty or so residence who we had come to know...
*****Antebellum Romance Story***** If historical romance is not your thing...skip this story. This is not a new story but an updated and cleaned up story I wrote almost a decade ago. This is story is only one part of the Childs Family Saga Series. ***** After a four hour bumpy carriage ride into Charleston, Seth waited in his room for his mother to gree...
My slave Martisha Jeans is so obedient. This big and tall, chubby and extremely dark-skinned, big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman does absolutely everything I tell her to do. She cooks and cleans and does it all with a smile. And I wouldn't have it any other way. Slaves must know their place. She's got to please me. After all, it's what I bought her fo...
[June 1843] [Jenkins family plantation, outside Charleston, South Carolina] "How many niggers you have working here?" Thomas asked. "We have 25 Black slaves, 20 field workers and 5 house slaves," I replied. "And in this family, we don't call them niggers." "That's what they are, Robert," Thomas said. "Maybe in your world," I said. "WE call them by their...
Mary Sue Langley sat back in the carriage and admired the back and shoulders of the man driving her to the swap meet. He was lean and muscular and coal black, but the best parts about him were facing forward or were covered by his overalls. Toby had one of the biggest cocks her pussy had ever entertained, and she had turned him into an adept at eating her ou...
The prospect was just too tempting not to investigate further. When Donald Meadows was sent an exclusive invitation from Mistress Veronique to an event that was described as a private, very real, and completely voluntary interracial slave auction, he first thought it might be a party or munch where people meet and greet but he certainly couldn't believe that...
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Chapter 1 It was a hot muggy night. Typical for New Orleans. You could hear jazz coming out into the streets from almost from every street corner. Everywhere you looked, you saw couples walking arm in arm. Larger groups of men or women were running around laughing or calling to other groups trying to gain some attention. No where could be found in the Fren...
Phoebe had been of the Cunning Plantation for weeks now, slowly getting to know the place whilst the family was away. The large plantation house fronted with columns of white stone was by far more grand than the one she had known as a child. Unlike many, it was built entirely of stone in defense of the often heavy Caribbean storms. The house itself was cir...
Victoria Abdullah is the name, and I'm a Vampire living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the Baalbek region of Lebanon in 1690, and became a Vampire in 1720. I stand five feet nine inches tall, curvy, with long black hair, light bronze skin and pale brown eyes. I don't look a day over thirty. Arab, female and one of the Undead, defin...