The dinge queen picked up a really dreadful piece of trash at the Half Price Books, a lurid romance set in the period of slavery by Kyle Onstott called Master of Falconhurst. The cover proclaims, "Lusty, violent, cruel and mighty." Oh dear, oh dear! But Onstott's awful prose seems to add to the pornographic pleasure rather than detracting from it; go figure. What follows below are quotations from the novel; the dinge queen's inserts are in square brackets.
It was dark up in the loft and chilly for the heat of the day did not last through the night, now that the autumn had come to the Alabama countryside. Olly, as usual, had almost the whole quilt wrapped around his huge form and Drummage snuggled up closer to his half brother, feeling the animal warmth exuding from the big fellow. [Olly's enormous nocturnal erection, hot and throbbing nuzzled comfortingly against his half brother's soft, hairless, well formed dark chocolate ass cheeks.]
[Big Pearl asks the two slave boys to come down to breakfast.] Grabbing his breeches and shirts, Drummage crept to the side of the loft, and let his long legs dangle over the edge, while he pulled his trousers on. Big Pearl, walking below him, tickled the pink soles of his feet, and he drew up his legs so sharply his pants fell off. They plopped down on the floor and he slid down the ladder to retrieve them.
'Shame on yo', a-comin down here buck-ass nekkid,' Big Pearl chided him, 'fore yo grandmaw too?'
'Seen everything that boy got since de day he birfed,' Old Lucy chuckled from the propped up pillows of the bed as she stared at Drummage whose early morning tumescence had not entirely subsided. 'A going to be jes like his pappy. Mede shore was a man.'
'Come over here and kiss yo grandma, son.' Lucy's hands slid along Drummage's smooth arms as he leaned over and pecked at her forehead. 'Gits yo full growth,' she said. . . [One inquisitive trembling old black granny finger slid downwards and probed gently but insistently at the tight pink asshole that lay at the heart of Drummage's magnificent nigger ass cheeks.
'Stop that granny,' yelped Drummage, turned on more than he cared to admit by his breeder granny's perverted attempt to finger _f_u_c_k_ his virgin ass. Ah but that magnificent chocolate ass cheeks are going to suffer far more cruel pain and damage than one senile old nigger granny's finger can inflict. Pain and welts for Drummage; pleasure for the dinge queen and perverts of his ilk.]