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"Well, it's a story that takes place in the Victorian Age in Boston, in the 1890's. The story is about Charles and Elizabeth and they gradually become lovers, before getting married."
"That's the kind of stories, you like to read, huh?"
He opened the book and read a few passages and stopped to look at her. It was odd how he was looking at her, as if noticing her for the first time in a long time. The way that he looked at her now was how he used to look at her, before they were married. The way that he looked at her now was how she imagined Charles looked at Elizabeth.
"Yes," she said holding her breath, while waiting for him to say something hurtful out of his insensitivity and ignorance. She figured he'd question her obvious need to read a romantic novel and for her to want to imagine her foolish fantasies of love and romance.
"You read about romance because you feel that romance is missing from your life," he said looking from the book to her. "Is that it?"
Dumbfounded into silence, she was shocked by his insight but embarrassed by her admission.
"Yes," she said exhaling, as if her fantasy was suddenly deflated by him taking an interest.
Her heart hurt. Only, she couldn't tell if he was hurt and angry or interested in how she truly felt. Maybe there was something symbolic about that hockey game he was watching that would make him score points now with her. Indeed, he was scoring points with her, so long as he didn't finish by saying something stupid to hurt her feelings and ruin the mood.
"I used to be romantic," he said. "Do you remember?"
"Bob," she said suddenly feeling awkwardly uncomfortable that he now knew that she vicariously lived through her romance novels. Feeling that she needed to explain, while defending her need to read about love and about romance, she said, "You're the love of my life. I don't need to read--"
"I can do this," he said reading more of the book. "I can be your Charles and you can be my big, breasted Elizabeth. You already have the big tits," he said with a grin. "I'll call you Elizabeth and, if you don't mind, you can call me Charles."
She couldn't believe it. A dream come true, she swooned at his sensitivity. What a wonderful man he is.
"Oh, Charles, I love you," she said removing her nightgown with his gentle nudge and hint by him lifting her hem, before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him, as if he was Charles.
Bobek and Susan made love. Only this time was different. With her being Elizabeth and him being Charles, their lovemaking was better than the first time they made love, even better than the lovemaking they had during their Honeymoon. A sudden resurgence in their relationship, now every time Susan brought home a romance novel, Bobek looked forward to playing the part of her love interest. Depending on the story, sometimes they laughed, sometimes they cried, but always they made love.
No longer separated by a floor with him watching television and with her reading her book alone in bed, while pleasuring herself, this Valentine's Day was the best one she ever had and one she'll always remember.
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- COMMENTS
pope32767about 1 year agoA few points that kinda disrupted the story for me. I don't think anybody's real name is Bobek; it's more of a nickname for a short fat person. (It is a real last name.) In the same way, there is no language "Czechoslovakian"; Bobek might speak Czech, Slovak, or both. Lastly, "getting a divorce" was no simple matter back then: you had to prove adultery or desertion, and usually both reputations were permanently ruined. Much better if you had killed off the wife somehow.
gperry2843over 11 years agoYou may have missed your calling. Maybe you should be writing romance novels. That was a marvelous story. Rated 10 on this 5 point scale. I also noticed you had no detractors. Congratulations.
YoursSINSerelyabout 13 years agoThis was a story that pulls you back in time as if you were really there. The choice of words and descriptions were wonderful. Good luck in the contest.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoI,as a woman, am a big fan of Victorian style novels.We love our romance and do not get enough.This was a special and erotic story.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoI don't generally read romance stories but because I've read some of your stories I gave it a try.
Stunned, I'm sitting here with my mouth open. First you made me feel that I was in the bedroom with Susan and then I was whisked away to 1893. Lost in the period, I was so involved in your story, that is, until you returned me to where it all started.
This was a beautiful story with a wonderful ending. I shall cherish this story, as if it's my own because it has special meaning for me.
You are a great writer and I wish you well in the contest.
Thank you for writing this story.
