The Civil War Journals: Black Delilah

Diary,

In struggling to fend off the cretinous Wade Lancaster, my sister Delilah has fallen for the devilish and handsome Samson.

I was taking a walk through the woods, staying off the roads lest Wade found me. It was the cave. That damned cave. I heard Delilah moaning ... screaming, really. And I crept in, quietly, desperately afraid. These men were so desperate now, with the war going poorly. Had a Yankee found us?

Instead I found Samson, that lecher, his huge length burrowed impossibly deep inside Delilah. I watched, rapt, as he pounded her to her limits, and he finished inside her, both their bodies coated in sweat.

I crept home then and only then ... and the dark dreams came for me, too.

Conflicted,

Cassandra Castle