This is the third in a three part presentation of a novel. You should go back and read Victorian Dreams Ch 01 and Pt 2 to gain context before reading this third piece. This part, as well, as the two parts that preceed it are Copyright 2003, 2004 by Charles F. Johnson and all rights are reserved and protected under the Copyright laws of the United stats and...
Fred Flinstone quietly opened the front door to his house, it was 11.00pm and he and Barney Rubble had just got back from the bowling tournament in Flintville and he was in high spirits as they had won the pairs division. But all that Fred could think of was Wilma, it had been murder the three nights away from his gorgeous wife and he had a bad case of blue...
A lot of people say that my religion is violent. There are lots of violent men in all races and religions, and people shouldn’t generalize. As a black man living in North America, I know this all too well. People’s habit of generalizing and oversimplifying that which they do not understand. My name is Solomon “Suleiman” Winston and I am a man with a story to...
The moment Sarah started nodding, her dance partner started dragging her out of the bar. She found herself outside at one of the back alleys. “Sorry, babe. I can’t wait. I’ll make it up to you later tonight,” he said while he pushed her to one of the graffiti-spotted wall. His voice huskier than earlier that night. He started kissing and licking her neck...
Finding Wade in the main terminal of the Dallas-Fort Worth airport was like looking for a needle in a haystack. I never saw so many men wearing black cowboy hats in one place. My eyes were scanning over the throng of people when I saw a handsome young man running toward me. A black cowboy hat was shading his handsome face but it was unmistakably Wade! “You...
Common sense, and eventually our own experience, tell us that even when we have become adults our parents are probably still having sex. Yet it remains uncomfortable to confront; on the whole we prefer not to think about it. That was certainly true in my case - until the day I came upon the clearest possible evidence of my mother’s very active sexual existen...
“Happy birthday to me.” Samantha Baxter sighs at her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror. It is Halloween, and her birthday, but she is stuck at work at the museum chaperoning a bunch of middle aged men gathering to play Dungeon & Dragons; thrilling. Not that she minds old style pen & paper role playing games; in fact it is one of her favorite hob...
“OK, what went on up there?” Jim asked Brian as he handed him a large dark colored drink. “What do you mean?” Brian replied, gaining a moment to think. What should he tell his best friend? They had walked into the kitchen and now headed out into what his family had called ‘the library’ which was a small storage room his father had made into an office of so...
We fell asleep there naked, our bodies intertwined with arms and legs. It was the most secure, warm feeling I had ever known. I had shared my bed with other women. But not like this. Not like her. I couldn’t believe the feelings I was having! Slowly I got up, I didn’t want to leave her but I needed to find out what was in the letter! My curiosity was killin...
Alex stood in the predawn darkness of his driveway, the only light coming from the open tailgate of his red jeep. ‘How many times are you going to make sure you’ve got everything?’ he asked himself, but ran through his checklist once more anyway. He knew all the Christmas presents were there, along with his suitcase, laptop and briefcase, but, anxious as he...