Dinner Cigars and a Noose
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Grant’s army arrived outside Mobile, and with them the remainder of the cavalry. Grant clearly thought of the Army of the Savannah as an ancillary force which saved him from using some of the troops he’d brought with him from performing some necessary -- if subsidiary -- tasks.
The force, Butler’s army added to Grant’s larger one, now encircled Mobile on the land side. The fleet in Mobile Bay had the sea side covered.
Grant had become fond of Warren. The man had arrived at his headquarters with nearly 2,000 men and horses ready to do any task assigned. He had presented the army a series of guarded bridges on streams Grant had expected to cross on pontoon bridges.
Grant was used to people asking him for things, not offering him things. Then, too, Warren spoke well of his troops. Grant was not entirely convinced that colored troops could fight as well as white ones, but he was totally convinced that an officer who bad-mouthed his troops was rotten to the core.
When Warren did ask him for something, it was something he could give.
“The Army of the Savannah has, I think, ten cannon now,” Sam said. “We marched out of the city of Savannah with none. General Sherman did not plan for the garrison to move beyond the walls, clearly. The city has many large guns to protect it. We could have blown Augusta off the map with them, but we would still be dragging them there if we’d tried.”
“Ten guns are not much for a siege.”
“Yes, General. General Butler asked for some, but artillery batteries are provided guns by the localities where they are recruited. Washington was willing to give us uniforms and small arms. They were not ready to give us artillery pieces. Still less were they willing to assign some battery of snobs to a colored division.”
“You know,” Grant said, “I had the same problem after Vicksburg. I had lost artillerymen -- guns too, but hunks of iron are more resistant to shrapnel than is flesh. We captured a good many guns at Vicksburg. I asked the War Department to send me artillerymen for the guns. They said, like you did, that they had artillery batteries whose sponsors had paid for the guns. Well, I had enough artillerymen to set up a school. They taught enlisted freedmen to be artillerymen. We had captured guns, and between the two we got a good many colored batteries. I can send for more of them and attach them to your army.”
He was not only good as his word, he sent a colored artillery regiment that had been traveling with his army across the river the next day.
They had the city of Mobile surrounded; they had an overwhelming force; they had superiority in artillery and a reliable source of ammunition. They had, however, to pause.
It was election time in the USA. Nineteen states allowed soldiers to vote in the field. Grant argued that citizen-soldiers were still citizens; he was a strong proponent of the system.
Ironically, Illinois was not one of those states. Grant (and Warren) could not vote.
The enlisted men of The Army of the Savannah, colored Georgians, could not vote. More than half their officers could. Campaigning was hot and heavy. In Grant’s army, most of the regiments came from the same state; either none could vote or all over 21 could. There were, however, several colored units in the same situation as Butler’s.
Warren’s troops, if only an audience, were an interested audience. Republican canvassers were eager to tell them that former slaves were voting in Virginia, and that they would vote in the election in two years if the Republicans won.
Jenkins was amazed. He could not decide whether he was impressed or aghast. He wrote:
| Reginald Jenkins
| The Times
|
| With the Union Army of the Savannah.
|
| The United States national government has two “armies”
| and a fleet surrounding Mobile. This may be the largest
| force in one place during this war, and it is certainly
| one of the larger in the entire history of warfare.
|
| So, what is this aggregation of fighting strength doing?
|
| They are conducting an election.
|
| Moreover, the election may be about whether to continue
| the war. The Republicans say that it is; the Democrats
| are not quite certain. |
| Americans do not seem to have independent members, but they
| have had a plethora of parties. The president, who combines
| the offices of Head of State -- think Queen -- and Head of
| Government -- think PM -- is elected every 4 years. In 1852,
| the 2 main parties were Democrats and Whigs. (To confuse
| things further, the Whigs were the more conservative party.)
| In 1860, the 4 main parties were the Democrats, the Southern
| Democrats, the Constitutional Union Party, and the Republicans.
| The Republicans won.
|
| For the war years, the Democratic Party in the Union has been
| divided between the War Democrats, who believe in fighting
| the war until the Confederacy surrenders and the Union is
| restored, and the Peace Democrats who look for some sort of
| peace with the Confederacy. Some of those profess to believe
| that restoration of slavery and special rules to prevent any
| future challenge to the peculiar institution would be enough
| to bring the South back into the Union. My sources among the
| Confederate prisoners do not think that that is likely.
|
| The present Democratic candidate is George B. McClellan. He is
| a past commander of the most important Union Army -- the victor
| of Antietam. The Democratic Convention passed a Peace-Democrat
| platform and nominated him. He responded with a War-Democrat
| acceptance letter.
|
| The other main party in contention is the Union Party. Its
| candidate is the current president, Hannibal Hamlin. He stood
| for vice president on the Republican ticket 4 years ago, was
| elected, and succeeded President Lincoln on his assassination.
|
| The Democratic Party claims to unite Peace Democrats and
| the War Democrats. The Union Party claims to unite the War
| Democrats with the Republicans.
Jenkins sent the dispatch off on the ship leaving for Washington. There, it would be mailed across the sea to London.
He wandered down to Butler’s headquarters where the general invited him to dine. The general set a good table, and Jenkins hoped to get a quotation for his next dispatch.
“I do not understand American politics,” he said.
“That is because you think that there is an American politics. Oh, so there is in the sense that there is a European politics: the French do this, the Germans do that, and the Spanish do the other thing. But not in the sense that there is an English politics.”
“What is this between Mr. Hamlin and General McClellan, then? Is it not national?”
“It has national results, but it is a conglomeration of state contests.”
The conversation wandered. Jenkins asked what the plans were after Mobile was reduced. Butler declined to answer.
Grant’s staff and the War Department in Washington claimed their plans were secret; everybody else said that the army would turn on Montgomery. A month previously, Alabama had been almost untouched, a stark contrast with the other Confederate states except Texas.
“It would be a major port if the city and the bay were in the same hands,” Jenkins observed. “You have commanded the garrisons of the others. Do you expect to command the garrison of Mobile?”
“Naming that person would be General Grant’s right,” Butler said. “I haven’t discussed that with him.”
“It would be commanding a major port.”
“So it would. So were Savannah and New Orleans. I think the Army of the Savannah is too large for that task. Besides it would cause conflict with the occupied populace to have their streets patrolled almost exclusively by colored troops.”
Jenkins changed the subject: “Could General Johnston disengage and get to Montgomery?”
“General Johnston could certainly get to Montgomery, if not by train. Or were you asking if he could bring his army with him?”
“His army certainly. What use would he be alone? For that matter, why not by train?”
“Do you think the march from Atlanta to Savannah by the Army of the Mississippi was merely a way to get to Savannah?” Butler asked.
“Well, I have spoken with some of your officers, and they seem prouder of the march than of the capture of the city.”
“Sherman left a wide swath with no railroad tracks. So did we, if not so wide. Not only does the South not have the industry to restore those sections, they do not have the railroad equipment to handle the areas around that swath. General Johnston could move on horseback from one railroad still in use to another. I don’t think there are many places along the route from South Carolina to Montgomery which has a railroad which could carry all his men, let alone a supply train.”
“Essentially,” Butler continued. “The march divided Virginia and the Carolinas from the rest of the Confederacy. Virginia was nearly pacified by that time, but the Carolinas were only occupied in a few places on the coast.”
“And now the coast is Sherman’s.”
“The entire coast is Sherman’s. Northwest South Carolina is Meade’s, and Johnston must fear meeting both of them. He has, however, the only significant Confederate field force east of Alabama. Move too many troops to Montgomery, and the Confederacy risks the Union sweeping up all the small garrisons remaining in the east. Mobile is the most significant force between New Orleans and Pensacola by far. The forces here could secure the Gulf Coast, and then move on. Instead of my army pacifying Georgia as I had intended, we could cover both South Georgia and Northern Florida. Would Her Majesty’s government consider recognizing ‘The Confederate States of Central Alabama’?”
“That does not sound like a world power,” Jenkins conceded. “Is that what you claim that this incredibly large force will do, then? It will merely consolidate Union hold on the Gulf Coast? It isn’t going to use the port closest to the capital of the Confederacy to take Montgomery?”
“Oh, we could do that, of course. We could do all sorts of things. And, sooner or later, the Union must do all of them. We merely want Jeff Davis to worry about what we will do first. The Army of the Atlantic, which is what General Sherman is calling his force now that it has left the Tennessee long behind, is somewhat depleted by marching so far, fighting so often, and leaving garrisons in so many cities. It could probably defeat Johnston’s force by itself. The Army of the Potomac has won each of a long series of engagements with it. Those two forces, combined, could crush it. So far, Johnston has managed to avoid being crushed. Not being crushed is not quite a laurel wreath for principal Confederate force of the east.”
While Captain Jenkins and General Butler were gossiping about General Johnston, two other men with more immediate concern had already decided about him.
Meade had written to the War Department:
As general in charge of the forces
In the east, I order that the garrisons
of New York, Philadelphia, Baltimore,
and Washington be reduced by half.
The units so freed are to be transferred
by sea to The Army of the Atlantic.
General Sherman may use them in his
mobile force or use them to replace
garrisons he has placed in disloyal
cities.
Meade was very clear that this would bring resistance. The only reduction that had been made in the Washington garrison since Washington was thought threatened by The Army of Northern Virginia was the assignment of Andrews’s division to dispute the crossing of the Potomac.
He didn’t get all he asked for. The troops in New York were in case of another riot, not protecting against a Confederate raid. Sherman did get nearly half the troops from Washington, and that was several divisions. He and Sherman thought that would be enough for Sherman to move to trap Johnston when the various shifts had been made. Sherman definitely wanted his old troops rather than men who had grown soft in garrison duty.
At nearly the same time, Jefferson Davis wired Johnston to break off and to proceed to Montgomery.
Breaking off was easier said than done. Sheridan and his cavalry were back with the Army of the Potomac, and they outnumbered as well as outgunned the Confederate cavalry. These had to shield the retreating infantry as a rear guard, act as a vanguard and pathfinders, and keep a shield to their east in case the Army of the Atlantic showed up unexpectedly as Sherman’s troops often did.
Once he noticed that his advance was no longer opposed, Meade sent the news to Sherman. The news had to travel back to North Carolina, then eastward, and then back south. Since it took that path via telegraph, this took mere minutes. Sherman, in turn, traveled by a ship the Navy had put at his disposal to Savannah.
He conferred with Brigadier General Wilcox, whom Butler had left in charge of the training of colored troops. (Another was in charge of the garrison.) Wilcox had been one of Sherman’s colonels, although he hardly knew him. Wilcox figured he could put about 9,000 troops on the march the next day. Others were deployed all over the state gathering rice and freedmen.
Meade’s intelligence reported that Johnston commanded 10,000 now or a little more. Still, those were veterans with recent combat experience. Wilcox’s enlisted men had never seen combat; many of them had never seen a route march. The officers had seen combat, but not as officers.
Butler had left a garrison at Augusta. Among the duties were guarding that bridge. Wilcox would send 400 infantry to reinforce that garrison. Johnston was northeast of Augusta, and there was one bridge across the Savannah River upstream of Augusta and out of reach of Meade. Sherman thought Johnston would use that one.
Somewhere, Johnston would have to cross the wide track that Sherman’s troops had made on the road to Savannah the previous year. Sherman and Wilcox agreed that Sherman’s troops would march north of the river until they reached Augusta. They would cross there and would try to reach Johnston’s troops north of the path they had cut. When they crossed Johnston’s trail if he was ahead of them, they would follow him.
Of course, if they met the Confederates north of the river, they would engage them.
Some of the railroads directly into Savannah had been repaired. Wilcox’s troops would take one and then march across the path that Butler’s troops had cut earlier in the year. They would take a defensive position south of the path that Sherman’s bummers had cut. They would forage liberally and especially concentrate on wagons and teams. They would leave as little transport as possible for Johnston’s army to use.
They would resist Johnston’s army if attacked; they would pursue and harass that army if it got west of them. Until Sherman or Meade came up, they would avoid any straight-up combat unless they were dug in.
Wilcox had only one regiment of cavalry, but that numbered 1100 men. They knew that Johnston had several brigades; how many men out of those brigades survived, they did not know.
Wilcox got into position. He sent out infantry foragers to the south and west and most of his cavalry as scouts to the north and west. The rest of the infantry dug in. Then he waited.
Since Meade had taken command, the Army of the Potomac had won many victories. None of the others were as notable as Gettysburg, but few victories in any war are as notable as Gettysburg. They were redoubtable fighters, but it could not be claimed that they moved quickly.
Sheridan’s cavalry kept in touch with Wheeler’s, but Johnston was able to get his entire army across the Savannah River before the first Union infantry drew into sight. Then they saw the bridge on fire. Meade’s engineers were able to make repair, but they were a day and a half behind the Confederates before they were across and ready to march.
Johnston, knowing that speed was his best defense against Meade and that his troops had to cross a region where food would be sparse, divided his forces into three columns. He assigned half the cavalry to the left – eastern – column since this was where he feared that Sherman might appear. He aimed, as far as possible in this mountainous territory, at right angles to Sherman’s march of more than a year before.
The plants had grown again, but the path was still detectable. Some of those cavalry were half way across when they saw some riders with blue uniforms and black faces. They rode toward them and fired upon them. The Union troopers raced away.
The Confederates rode on telling themselves that it took more than a uniform and a saber to make a soldier out of a “scaredy nigger.” They didn’t consider that the highest-priority order for those cavalry was to bring reports of enemy contact. Those fleeing troopers reached their captain and were sent back to tell the general about what they had seen.
There was a world of difference between cavalry contact and infantry contact, though. The captain sent a rider to the next company. An hour later, two companies, well spread out, rode in the direction in which the scouts had made contact.
A half dozen Confederate riderss saw some of them and fired on them. The confederates were carrying breech-loading rifles. These required concentration and a steady horse to reload after the single shot. The Union riders, carrying repeating carbines, rode them down and shot them. Then they reloaded and rode further. They reached more cavalry, but not infantry. They exchanged shots and gave better than they took until the numbers seemed too much. The blue-coats rode off and sought their colonel to tell him of their results.
Most of the regiment spread out and rode in the direction of their encounter. This time, they outnumbered as well as outshot the confederates. These fell back miles until they came to an infantry column. With a fair number of the Confederate riders dead, the Union regiment withdrew. They stopped well out of rifle range, and the colonel sent back his report to General Wilcox. What he didn’t report, because he didn’t know, was that this was but one of three columns.
The Union cavalry kept in close enough contact that the Confederate cavalry was boxed in. The commander of the first Confederate infantry brigade sent reports to his superior, who sent reports to Johnston, that there were Union forces – at least cavalry – on their front. Sherman was not known to have colored cavalrymen in his force. Meade did, and if these troops were from Meade, they were not as far ahead of him as they had thought.
In any case, this was sparse country for foraging, and hostile cavalry made foraging a quite risky enterprise. The lead brigade settled down early for a hungry camp that night. The following brigades marched longer and the entire column camped close together.
The Union cavalry camped far away and with many pickets assigned.
The Confederate troops moved out with a loose half circle of Union cavalry around them. They had enough that the Confederate cavalry stayed within easy rifle range of their infantry.
Late in the morning, the Union forces trailing the Confederates spotted another party of Union cavalry behind them. The captain dispatched a lieutenant to meet them.
“Lieutenant Morris Blake, Fourteenth Georgia Colored Cavalry.”
“Trooper James Kelly, sir, Seventh Iowa Cavalry. If you’ve got 14 regiments, you should be able to wipe out those rebs.”
“Yeah, but we’ve only got 1 regiment here. Who you with?”
“Army of the Potomac. You need to talk with the major.”
“Yeah, and he needs to talk with my colonel.”
When the two units connected, it was decided that Sheridan’s boys would stay far enough behind so that the Confederates wouldn’t know that they’d been reached. The Georgians could keep them informed of any important changes. A captain of the Iowa Cavalry would be guided by two Georgians to meet Wilcox. At the same time, a captain of the Georgia Colored Cavalry would be taken to meet Sheridan.
Wilcox learned for the first time that there were 3 columns. “And how many troops in the eastern column?” he asked.
“Maybe 3,000 horse and foot. Maybe 3,000 infantry and up to 600 cavalry. I don’t know precisely, sir, but there ain’t twice that, and there are more than half that. Your troops ought to be able to give you better guesses. I rode around the column from a distance.”
“Well, we will do our best to deal with the eastern column. If General Meade hasn’t been able to wipe the entire army out in months, I am not going to try to do it in a week.”
“I don’t think the army expects you to, sir. I didn’t know you were here, and I don’t know if General Sheridan did.”
General Sheridan had not known, but he had hoped. With the news that there was a Union division more-or-less astride the probable route of the left-hand column, he wrote Meade his recommendation that Meade’s infantry concentrate on pursuit of the right-hand column.
“When you have taken care of them,” he wrote, “you might still be west of the other columns.” When the westernmost column had given Meade the slip, he thought, he well might have a chance at the other columns.
When Sheridan heard “division,” he thought of the divisions of the Army of the Potomac, or the even-more pared down divisions in Johnston’s corps. He didn’t imagine that Wilcox had continued Butler’s program of filling the slots emptied by sickness with new recruits. That meant that Wilcox had nearer 9,000 than 8,000 infantry and 1100 cavalry.
Meanwhile, that left-hand column had come to a river. It wasn’t very deep, but the wagons had trouble fording it. With Union cavalry haunting them, the division commander kept the infantry drawn up on either bank until the wagons were across.
Meanwhile, Sherman’s cavalry saw no rebels in front of his troops. He thought his infantry could do what no other soldiers in the war could do. “Fifteen miles a day, rain or shine,” he told his regimental commanders. “Breakfast at dawn, eight miles before dinner, seven miles between dinner and supper. Then, you do it the next day.” He kept two cavalry brigades to guard his flanks and sent two ahead to find the enemy and harass them.
The two Union cavalry units around the left-hand column each outnumbered the Confederate cavalry facing them. The commanders decided on a strategy to take advantage of this.
The brigade from the Army of the Potomac took some rest. When nightfall came and the Confederates made camp, they rode in close and fired on them from the east. The camp stood to arms; the Yankees retreated; the rebel cavalry chased them. Far out of reach of Confederate rifles, the Union forces turned. The fire fight was confusing and most of the shots from both sides went wild in the dimness, but the blue-coats were firing repeating carbines. They fired many times as many bullets and scored almost as many times as many hits. After midnight, the Union forces made another attack from the north. The results were mostly the same.
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The Fappening‘To me it’s not really a green. When I think green, I think of grass. That’s more like lemonade color.’ Erica’s nose was far too close to the glasses for my taste. Pouring the nearly clear absinthe over the rough-cut, cane-sugar cubes I favor, I tapped my spoon for a second to get her to back up. I wished I had my full setup here like I have at home, my Absinthe fountains water drippers are missed when I began to try and slowly pour water over the sugar cube. ‘Don’t you light it on fire?’ she...
Have you ever heard about a wonderful site called “Motherless”? I have a feeling that was a dumb question, of course, you fucking have. Well, I am here to talk about Motherless, but I shall also pay special attention to their Arab category. If you think Arabian sluts are hot, well you are in for a tasty treat, believe me.First, I should probably warn you that the name of this place comes from the fact that their content might be a bit too hardcore or questionable for some of you. Back in the...
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Fetish Porn SitesAbsinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice By Morpheus The flight from Seattle to Boston had been extremely long and uncomfortable, even with the two hour delay in Chicago where I got to stretch my legs and change flights. My book had given me something to do during the countless hours in the air, though admittedly, Collin had been my largest savior from boredom. The two of us had ended up talking for over half the flight, and by the time we finally landed, I was even starting to consider...
Gezinsthe****ute Mirthe is de vervanger van B en een bloedmooie blonde vrouw met lang krullend haar van ongeveer 48 jaar. tijdens de huisbezoeken laat ik altijd mijn ogen over haar lichaam glijden met de hoop dat ik een glimp van haar bh kan opvangen.Op een dag kwam Mirthe onverwachts op huisbezoek. Ze belde aan en ik maakte open. Ik zei,"Goedemorgen, hadden we een afspraak?" "Nee hoor, maar ik was in de buurt en dacht dat we misschien een evaluatie gesprek konden houden,"zei ze."Kom binnen,"...
I awoke to find myself in a soft bed, a thick, comfortable blanket pulled over me. The walls around me were wooden, but looked very solid. Sunlight washed into the room through an open window. I could hear children playing outside. My body felt sore and complained as I tried to move. "Rest," an enchanting female voice said to me. Another elf woman stood not far from the bed, wetting a cloth in a bowl of water that sat against the wall. I laid back down, heeding her instructions. "Where...
George Foster was determined to make this evening memorable. It wouldn’t be his final night with Sylvia, physically at least. It would be their final after-school evening, and he had run out of excuses. He would have to tell her tomorrow that he had decided to take the job in Canada. It wouldn’t be their last night in the same apartment, their last night in the same bed. It probably wouldn’t even end their sex together. Sylvia enjoyed that as much as he did, and it wasn’t as if he was...
Sylvia Jennings thought that George was utterly transparent. Intelligent, yes, but she could read all his thoughts from his actions. She soaped herself slowly under the shower and thought about him. For all his talk about ‘celebration’, for example, he wanted morning sex. He thought that spoiling her the night before would get her in the mood this morning. And, of course, he was right. Not that getting her in the mood took as much effort as he put into it. She enjoyed the sex, and she didn’t...
After tea on the Friday evening Thelma stopped me as I was going into upstairs to my room. Her eyes looked wild and her breathing was heavy. “I’m going to a party,” She said in a low voice, “do you want to watch me getting undressed?” I nodded like a puppet. “Wait in my room…I’ll be up in five minutes.” I skipped up the stairs two at a time! I nervously let myself into my sister’s bedroom. I’d been in many times before – borrowing her dirty knickers and stuff to use...
Harry and Rob sat in the local pub in their usual spot in the corner by themselves. They were having a discussion about what to do with Ethel. Rob has been adamant that he wants to hang Ethel by her ankles and butcher her. Harry strongly disagrees with him. Harry is convinced that if he talks to Ethel he can persuade her not to go to the authorities and they will be able to use her the same way the other men. Rob agrees to try Harry's way first but he says" if she wants to argue I'm going to...
kEthel sat with her tits nailed to the work table. Her tits were swollen to twice their normal size from the beating they had received from Harry and Rob and the axe handle. Ethel sobbed both from the pain and the feeling of despair and hopelessness. She knew she would not be able to sweet talk the men into letting her go without anymore abuse. Harry and Rob arrived and again Ethel begged and pleaded with them to let her go. The men laughed and told her they still had a few more things they...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestThelma was 22 and like all of the young women at that time was still living at home with me and our parents in rural Kent; even though she had a good job in local Department Store. I was 15 and had just left school. The summer of 1965 was particularly fine so it wasn’t uncommon for me to sit around our secluded garden reading a Detective novel when my parents were at work. The difference today was that Thelma was on the first day of her annual holidays and had joined me wearing a very...
Ethel hung by her wrists while Harry and Rob left to get some rest. She nodded off from time to time but the fog of her mind cleared she realized that other than when they punched her she actually enjoyed the way they that fucked her so hard and so brutally. She enjoyed the helpless feeling as they ravaged her body. She believed that she could talk to the two men and they would release her without too much more abuse. She was wrong.As Harry and Rob drove back out to the warehouse they talked...
Ethel hated her name. She was born during the tenure of I Love Lucy. The beloved Ethel Mertz from the television show was the bane of the real life Ethel's existence. There were the jokes about her having to marry Fred. There was only one Fred in her high school class. He wasn't her type; not even if he was the last man on earth. Ethel was every bit the epitome of her name. At five feet even her looks, dress and vocabulary mimicked the character she despised. Although she fought to break the...
Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...