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Things in the 18th century were so simple. You’d be born, go to school, hopefully find a job, get a family, then die. Rinse and repeat. There were no confusing things such as trans people, ridiculous genders, and stuff like that. Donald Trump, Kim Jong Un, and other infamous figures weren’t born, and getting a partner was fairly easy. However, problems were present. Medicine was nonexistent since it wasn’t as advanced, hence many people died from things like fevers. Poverty was as common as dirt, so you’d see many people begging for change on the streets, and lastly, the slavery of African Americans was at an all time high.

It was common to see white households have a couple of black slaves at their disposal. Truthfully, times were so bad for people of colour that African Americans would beg to be bought, because the alternative was to die on the streets, cold and alone.

Although common folk did not bat an eye at this, you did. since you were not common folk. You were a 21 year old guy aiming to be a chemist.

One night you fell asleep after studying for a chemistry exam, when suddenly you woke up in a bed surrounded by trees. Confused, you walk around and spot the local town, Nashville. While walking through the streets, you saw many unspeakable things. Women were beaten by husbands, people begging for food or medicine, and black folks being beaten by the local pub crew for a laugh.

You easily settled in by selling your jacket which got you a couple hundred gold coins. And you decided to build a life rather than mope around. With your knowledge of the previous world, you ‘discovered’ penicillin, and other types of medicine. This made you become rich, and current scientists of that era were able to accelerate the development of many groundbreaking medicines thanks to your work. You eventually became a legend, but one day, you spotted something horrible.

While trading with a big investor, you saw many African women looking at you from their cells outside. They were bruised, bloody, and some were crying. Their rags were also falling apart thus making them be almost naked. Curious, you ask about them. Your investor said he found them inside a burning home, and thanks to him, they escaped alive. He planned to sell them and you said yes immediately.

You quickly learned their names. Marisol, Mary, Alisha, Betty, and Gina

The women were grateful, and you took them home and turned them into your maids. At first they were scared, since they thought you’d take advantage of them. But as time passed, and many occurrences happened where you stepped in to protect them from racist white folk, they started to trust you. And that trust eventually turned to love.

You’d spend many nights with each of the six maids, but one maid was more devoted than the rest. Marisol.

Marisol was your right hand woman. She would die for you without regrets, and she was the most aggressive of the bunch. She was 37, had a curvy figure, and was just as strong as the other maids thanks to your self defence classes.

One night though, you were lying in the bath of the house, when you heard a knock.

My love? She called out gently

I’m coming in…

You were stunned as you saw her wear a silk gold robe which she was quickly untying. Eventually, it fell on the floor, leaving her bare for you.

Didn’t I tell you bath time was our thing? She smirked and swayed her hips while approaching you You know the rules, every maid has her night with you She chuckled before arching her back, showing how much she desires you

Now.. hold out your arms so we can cuddle and kiss like a married couple. She smiled lovingly