The 'In Antebellum America, Love Labors to Savor Man’s Endless Embrace’ Anthology E-Book
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- Herausgeber: Eroticatorium
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
In pre-Civil War America, interracial love and lust between men was forbidden... but no less intense than ever! In Indigo Fields Blossoms a Native Love - Walter is on the run to the north when he stumbles into a handsome Indian with a heart of stone... and gold! Can Walter and Natapoke's love survive amid the tumult of antebellum America?! This Mine Produces Coal and Love - Can James and Tyrone fall in love despite their racial and cultural differences? Neither one of them think it's possible, but love has a way of blossoming in the deepest and darkest of mines! Not Even the Heaviest Bricks Can Weigh Down a Loving Heart - Tim and George must struggle to consummate their relationship in this incredible tale of romance and action in antebellum America!
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Contents
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Chapter One - Awakening
Chapter Two - Authority
Chapter Three - Affirmation
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Chapter Four - It Doesn't Count in the Dark
Chapter Five - A Home Is a Place to Live
Chapter Six - To Be Seen Is Sublime
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Chapter Seven - Tim
Chapter Eight - George
Chapter Nine - Mr. Cutter
Chapter Ten - Tim and George
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The 'In Antebellum America, Love Labors to Savor Man's Endless Embrace' Anthology
Gaylord Fancypants
Copyright 2018
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All characters depicted in sexual situations in this publication are eighteen years of age or older.
These stories are about fictional consenting adults engaging in taboo and controversial sexual acts. Nobody involved in the creation of this ebook, including authors, editors and models, support immoral or illegal acts in real life. Cover models are not intended to illustrate specific people and the content does not refer to models' actual acts, identity, history, beliefs or behavior. No characters depicted in this ebook are intended to represent real people.
In Indigo Fields Blossoms a Native Love: An MM Historical BM/NM Short Erom
Gaylord Fancypants
Copyright 2018
To keep up-to-date on Gaylord Fancypants' MM fantasy erotica and his fancy pants, check out the mailing list! (http://eepurl.com/drHK4D)
All characters depicted in sexual situations in this publication are eighteen years of age or older.
These stories are about fictional consenting adults engaging in taboo and controversial sexual acts. Nobody involved in the creation of this ebook, including authors, editors and models, support immoral or illegal acts in real life. Cover models are not intended to illustrate specific people and the content does not refer to models' actual acts, identity, history, beliefs or behavior. No characters depicted in this ebook are intended to represent real people.
CHAPTER ONE
Awakening
There were brilliant blue flowers as far as the eye could see. Each row of indigo plants was equal in size and growth and every other way, but Walter could tell exactly where he was even though he had been wandering for hours. He didn't even know how long it had been, but he recognized this field.
He wasn't on Master Martin's plantation anymore. He was on Appleberry Farms, owned by Master Jeffries. Walter rather wished he was owned by Master Jeffries, who was much kinder than Master Martin.
If that had been the case, Walter thought, none of this would have probably happened. On Appleberry Farms, he had heard, no one was whipped, or coerced into marriage or church of any kind. That sounded preferable to Walter.
But he had to stop ruminating. He stood in the middle of a field, trying to decide what to do. Could he go back there? To those men who had tortured him so? To that shrill harridan Melissa?
She was his wife, technically, or maybe not, he thought, since the marriage had never been consummated. That's what started all this, just last week. He and Melissa were wed, against his and her strenuous objections.
Then, much to Walter's humiliation, he was unable to perform with Melissa. He was not surprised by it, but he was humiliated. The other slaves made fun of him mercilessly, and Master Martin had had him whipped, and said he would be again for every night he was unable to live up to his husbandly duties.
And so Walter limped away. There was nothing to do now, he thought, but take his chances on the road north. If he made it to Pennsylvania, he'd be free.
He set off into the woods. He knew it would be at least a day or two before Master Martin sent anyone after him. Walter was prone to wandering, and Master Martin had told him to get his head on straight, not to come back until he figured out what it meant to be a man. The idea that Walter would run away was unthinkable, so the dogs would not be set until it was too late. He just needed to avoid being captured.
Luckily he was well-versed in wood-lore -- a skill taught by his Mama Henrietta, who was not his grandmother, but was rather a grandmother to the whole of the slaves of Master Martin's plantation. She had passed on last year, but she knew early on what Walter was.
"You gunna hafta be wit' a woman, sooner or later," she had said on a couple of occasions, clucking her tongue and looking at him as though he had done a grave wrong. Walter didn't know what she meant then, and she had refused to explain, but he knew now.
He simply did not like women. There were any number of slave boys he rather enjoyed tumbling around with, but they all preferred the company of women. They settled for him when Master Martin said the slaves were not "in estrus" (whatever that meant, Walter didn't know, for he had always ignored it when the boys were told of sex and feminine matters). He found all of that unappealing, and girls both tedious and trite.
He was beginning to get nervous. He was well away from his home now, and outside of any part of the forest he had ever been. He was staying clear of the well trafficked areas, so he was deep in the dense woodland where no one ever went. It was reputed to be haunted by ghosts and Indians, but Walter didn't believe in the former at all or in the latter in this area.
That night, Walter felt free for the first time in his life. He was scared of being caught, but he was entirely on his own -- there was no one to help. It was a frightening realization. If he so much as badly stubbed a toe, it could be the end of him. That thought didn't help him sleep one bit.
But sleep he somehow did, and he was so nervous and hungry he awoke early. He ate his last biscuit and set out. He drank from a stream and continued.
