Summer 1860

As the ladies sucked and licked at my cock my mind drifted back to just before the war.

Summer 1860

I sat in the bathtub looking out the open windows enjoying the feel of the water and cool morning breeze off the Mississippi, I couldn't recall the last time I had had an actual bath that didn’t involve a river or a pond. Let alone with actual hot water. I could get used to this I thought though I knew by next week I would probably be back on the streets scrapping to get by. I moved my hand about looking at my bloody knuckles on one hand and a burn on the other from grabbing a pistol by the barrel. I had intervened when some guys had jumped an older gentleman coming off of one of the gambling boats trying to rob him. That was how I ended up in this nice ass bath. I covered my cock as I heard a knock on the door turning to see a young Mulatto woman enter.

“I brought you some more hot water sir.” The young lady said with her deep southern accent. She wore a simple servant’s dress that hugged her body nicely. I couldn’t help but admire the curves of her physique through her dress. Many of women wore a bustle to achieve the look she had naturally having a nice round derriere which stuck out farther as she bent over to pour the water into the tub slowly. As she bent over I couldn’t help but admire the view of her cleavage, her large rip melons dangling about as if begging me to squeeze them. I covered my cock more to not offend then out of a sense of modesty. “Is that good sir or do you need more.” She looked up at me and smiled having poured the last of the pot into the tub. She had a lovely face about her; beautiful light caramel skin, luscious soft pink lips, and deep brown soulful eyes, black curly ringlets ran down either side of her face. "I can wash your back for you if you like?

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