Completed Crimes of Wanted Passion

Sorry Diary! I needed to take a bath and collect my thoughts before continuing.

Samson tossed me over his shoulder like I was mere produce, and the noise and chaos faded away as he walked purposefully into the woods. The acrid smell of smoke slowly faded, replaced by the familiar smells of the forest as he took me deeper and deeper, until we ended up in that lamentable cave.

Truth be told, I had craved him for some time now, watching him seduce the colored women and my cousin and then my sister. So it was inevitable that I was moist for him, as he lay me onto that cool, hard stone deep within, tearing off my soot stained clothes and leaving me nude, my ivory skin glistening as my hands felt how big and strong and Black he was.

It was so dark I could barely make him out, but as I felt that large manhood press against me, press inside me, taking my maidenhood for his own, I realized that this violated every precept I had learned in church, every decorum I'd learn in school, and every law this cursed state had perpetuated. But sinful as I was now, in the eyes of God and man, my sex yearned for this big Black beast of a man, my sodden lips wrapped around him, clinging desperately to him as he hammered me for the brunt of that night, causing me the greatest ecstasy in my life.

As he released himself, inside me, freely, I knew then that my life as a Southern woman would end. But then I craved Samson for myself, for always. But I realized he'd had my sister, my cousin, and I. And that he must make a choice among us.

Love,

Cassandra Castle