Scierogenous II: Spotlight on Laura Cáceres

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The Path to Midnight
Laura Elena Cáceres

“You’re late.”

“You didn’t tell me I had to be on time.”

“It’s clear in my profile. I hate unpunctuality.”

“It’s eleven thirty-five, you silly.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Anyway, you waited for five minutes.”

As he watched the young man condescend to him, he got mad.

“Can I…? There…? A hug…?”

He rejected the advance. The nocturnal cold didn’t help to break the awkward moment. “And here we are …”

The young man hugged him without asking. And this time, there was no rejection. He began to kiss the lobe of his ear and rub his face and cheeks. At first, he didn’t reciprocate, then he gently kissed his neck.

He pushed the young man away and moved two steps back; yet he was still watching him. “I’m uncertain of who you are.”

“Me too. Does it matter?”

“This was a bad idea. I should have left five minutes ago.”

“But you waited.”

“Stop saying that!”

He watched how the young man’s face changed to the expression of someone in a hurry, the eyes moving around everywhere, at all directions, to the clock station, the lights from cars outside, to lampposts with led lights, and ancient lamps.

“You knew what you were coming for; you insisted a lot on that.”

“And on the punctuality.”

“You know this city is a chaos,” he protested.

“Not today; it’s quiet …”

Laura Elena Cáceres was born in 1985 in the Federal District (now Mexico City) lived most of her life in Reynosa, and in her her twenties she decided to travel around the country selling small copies of her stories. She’s travelled to places like Guadalajara, Mexico, Nuevo León, and Tamaulipas, her creative paradise. She has worked as waitress, teacher and cashier, but at the same time her passion for writing has always followed her. She likes to read, and daydreams a lot to find a relationship with the world, and tender things.

Scierogenous II: An Anthology of Erotic Science and Fantasy edited by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal. Contributing authors: Quinton Veal. Sumiko Saulson. Cranston Burney. James Goodridge. Penelope Flynn. William Landis. Laura Elena Cáceres. Valjeanne Jeffers. Copyright 2018 by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal, all rights reserved.

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Scierogenous II: Spotlight on William Landis

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Blind date with Ma’at
William Landis

It happened very easy, though she was a smart
accomplished college girl, a senior at Harris-Stowe.
A sophisticated lady I took her to an art museum
The halls were pretty empty it was after 7 pm.
Walking past a Botero she had something to tell
She wasn’t truly normal, she was born with a veil
She had visions—all the works of art had a tale
She paused and said not all of them end very well

She’d go off in a gaze and get lost in a trance
When she came from it, I said that I wanted a glance
We walked around a corner there was a gold sarcophagus
Suddenly we locked lips she pushed my back to an obelisk
Beside a hieroglyph of Thoth she wanted to show me the truth
Beneath the eye of Horus she knew just what to do …

William Landis is an agriculture extension agent, national guard soldier who writes science fiction, and horror poetry in his spare time. He has been previously published in Scifaikuest, Tales of the Talisman, Scryptic, Star*line, Bloodbond, Niteblade, and the Dwarf Star Anthology. He is a graduate of North Carolina A&T State University.

Scierogenous II: An Anthology of Erotic Science and Fantasy edited by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal. Contributing authors: Quinton Veal. Sumiko Saulson. Cranston Burney. James Goodridge. Penelope Flynn. William Landis. Laura Elena Cáceres. Valjeanne Jeffers. Copyright 2018 by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal, all rights reserved.

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Scierogenous II: Spotlight on Penelope Flynn

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The Transport
Penelope Flynn

“Does it feel warm in here to you?” Qalyse Caine asked as she rolled over atop Commander Nestor Brick, from where they lay side by side in the pilot’s cabin of the local transport ship in orbit over the Epsilon Nine station.

“Nope, but I’m heating up again,” he chuckled as he squeezed her generous buttocks while repositioning himself to take advantage of the engineer’s invitation to a third erotic romp.

“We’ll have to make this one quick,” she whispered against his ear. “Only an hour before the passengers arrive.”

“We’re cutting this close, Qal,” he said, using his taut lean muscle to rock his hips upward impaling her onto his substantial thickness and recommencing the same rhythmic pistoning they had left off only half an hour earlier and had long since established.

Qalyse and Nestor were comfortable with each other. They’d met during their first years in the LAC, the League of Affiliated Colonies, then became and remained fast friends and more.

“Yeah … yeah … yeah,” he panted in time to the rhythm of Qal rotating her snug and sultry sheath around him.

It had definitely been a long time. He couldn’t remember it being so good. He watched transfixed as she arched backward, a position he had never enjoyed in the past, but this time with the undulating hips and the way she bounced and writhed … it was nothing he remembered them engaging in before. The sounds of Qal whimpering and mewling, the sensation of his own blood pounding in time spurred him on. He held off his climax as long as he could, wanting her to hold back and finish him off at the same time.

“Fuck! Fuck!” he bellowed as his body snapped forward, and his hands gripped her hips holding her tight onto his spouting cock. He latched onto the first hardened nipple that sprang into view suckling and teasing it. His cock demanded several more strokes before he was ready to conclude, release the captured nipple and fall exhausted onto the bed. Qal breathed in and out deeply, humming softly, relaxed and satiated. It had been a while since they had spent any quality time together. Even this time wasn’t quite by choice. They were both assigned to a vital LAC mission…

Penelope Flynn is a speculative fiction author and 3D illustrator who enjoys the areas of AfroRetroism and AfroFuturism and who produces mixed genre novelettes, novellas and novels featuring horror, science fiction, erotica and fantasy. Hailing from the Southeast she has travelled extensively, and currently makes her home in the Southwest, where she works on her Renfields Chronicles and other epic creations. Her works can be found at PenelopeFlynn.com and Renfields.us.

Scierogenous II: An Anthology of Erotic Science and Fantasy edited by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal. Contributing authors: Quinton Veal. Sumiko Saulson. Cranston Burney. James Goodridge. Penelope Flynn. William Landis. Laura Elena Cáceres. Valjeanne Jeffers. Copyright 2018 by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal, all rights reserved.

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Scierogenous II: Spotlight on James Goodridge

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The Artwork III
James Goodridge (excerpt)

A quarter to one in the morning found me in front of a renovated tenement building up in the Sugar Hill section of Harlem, bundled up for this cold winter morning. I asked myself, Is this worth it? For love, devotion and surrender, yes I guess.

But business had to be handled.

After being buzzed in by Tituba, I took the elevator to the sixth floor. Standing in the doorway of her apartment, Tituba had on a long light-multicolored mum with images of black silhouettes of jazz musicians jamming on it. I could see the outline of her body highlighted just enough by the ambient candlelight deep in her living room. Incense of an unknown flavor wafted through out the apartment, African, South American and her own art lined the walls. A Scottish Claymore, as if on guard, rested in a corner next to her sofa. No lap top, tablet, I-pad or television could be seen, just a rotary phone which I found strange just as much as I found the Claymore intimidating.

“Pacon!” she said, as a way of greeting.

“Hello?” I said.

“Kiel vi fartus.”

“What?”

“Twas just greeting you in Esperanto,” Tituba giggled. She helped me out of my coat, and I gave her the wine and a box of herbal tea out of my backpack. But I asked her if I could keep it close by me, for I needed to work on a proposal for an art exhibit. Removing my boots, we settled down on violet colored sofa.

“Hungry, my sugar? I know me am,” Tituba asked me, as she moved closer to me in a cozy position, stroking my dark shoulder-length hair. Some people called me “Nick,” as I favored the late singer part of Ashford & Simpson.

“No, not right now. I was going to say, ‘hungry for you,’ but that’s too corny, don’t you think?” I did not want my obsession for her to show, although I think she sensed it already. I got to block her.

After a couple of glasses of wine, kissing, snuggling, petting and outright foreplay we headed for her candlelit bedroom. The room had a mattress on top of a box-spring in the middle of the room. Religious artifacts lined the wall. In one corner, on top of a small cabinet table, sat a fish bowl with a lone fancy goldfish which I could see was shaking its head “No,” as if warning me…

James Goodridge was born and raised in the Bronx, New York. After ten years as an artist representative and paralegal James decided in 2013 to make a better commitment to writing. He is currently writng a series of short Twilight Zone inspired stories from the world of art (The Artwork) and a occult detective short story, The E.E. Just Affair, that can be found on Amazon.com: amazon.com/author/jamesgoodridge. His work has appeared in BlackSciencefictionSociety.com Genesis Winter 2015 issue, AfroPhantoms.com, Horroraddicts.net, and also in Apairy Magazine #8 2016 (nonfiction essay). You can also hear a interview with Mr. Goodridge on Genesis Science Fiction Radio on YouTube.

Scierogenous II: An Anthology of Erotic Science and Fantasy edited by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal. Contributing authors: Quinton Veal. Sumiko Saulson. Cranston Burney. James Goodridge. Penelope Flynn. William Landis. Laura Elena Cáceres. Valjeanne Jeffers. Copyright 2018 by Valjeanne Jeffers and Quinton Veal, all rights reserved.

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Scierogenous II: Spotlight on Cranston Burney

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Domencia and the Magic Juan
(A Fable for Our Times)
Cranston Burney (excerpt)

In a less enlightened time, Domencia Trejo would be called a “madam.” In a way she was sorry she missed those times because she would have relished the note and the notoriety, “proper ladies” looking at her askance with frigid smiles, while envying her freedom, her power her money (which came mostly from their husbands) and all the unbridled sex she was having …

Today, she was just another businesswoman trying balance her books, even though her accountant did all the number crunching and all she actually did was swipe the screens floating in the air in front of her. Everything looked good, except for one annoying outstanding account.

That annoyance would be The Client Known as “Dennis Davidson” (a politician who got a perverse kick out of using that particular nom de sexe). Politicians in particular had to be “careful;” they might not be doing anything more (and often less) than what the people whose votes they courted were doing, but in the hands of an opponent…

Say DD liked getting spanked on the ass. ( As it happened, that was one of the things DD paid for.) Use a wooden brush or a paddle or even a cooking spoon and the Environmentalists were after you because a tree had to give its life to satisfy your selfish pleasure. So you use a belt or a whip, and the Vegans were upset because an animal had to suffer for your… even if it were already dead. So, you used something synthetic, and it’s the Environmentalists again because how much was the Carbon Debt increased?

Domencia’s clients paid her for confidentiality as much as for sex: she was a licensed attorney and psychotherapist …

Cranston Burney, a life-long blerd (and proud of it), used to eat the Sunday comics when he was a kid because the colors looked tasty. (This may explain much regarding how he eventually turned out.) When not staring at a blank Word document he contributes media commentary to the Black Science Fiction Society’s website and is a frequent contributor to Discussions from the Otherhood, the official podcast of the Other_Sci_Fi Magazine. He’s #T’Challa, but Erik did have some good points.

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Scierogenous II: Spotlight on Sumiko Saulson

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The Mysterious State of We-Ness
by Sumiko Saulson
Angelo’s Birth (excerpt)

The medical uses were numerous. The machines monitored your heart rate, your blood pressure, your blood sugar, and put you on life-saving diet and exercise regimes. They adjusted your tastes in food so you no longer craved the salt that raises your blood pressure or the sugar that made your grandmother diabetic. Electronic caregiving We-bots were popular among the elderly and the disabled. They were as sociable as a nurse and as affectionate as a cat. In fact, cat was a popular form for the MediWeBot. Imagine a talking feline who answered the door for you if you weren’t feeling up to walking down the hall? After a while, people started attaching the MediWeBot to their feline or canine companions.

It was not long, of course, before the sexually functional versions of these human-meat-and-silicone-chip bots were created. The erotic companion would slide in and out of the mind of its host human, discovering his or her most secret and craved fantasies. I know some people joke about the erotic models, calling the male models B.O.B. or Battery Operated Boyfriend after the old joke for vibrator.

I am not ashamed of my personal tin man. His name is Angelo, because he looks like an angel to me when his face flashes under my face. I can see him there, laying under my skin, holographic overlays, and his long, slender blue-black fingers like gloves over my shorter, plumper mahogany ones. He draws himself over me, and holds me with arms of my own. Now it might sound creepy to some, letting an electronic man control your body. But he knows how to control it, if you know what I mean! He sure can give a hand job, and he knows how to rock an orgasm when we’re going solo, with or without an additional prop. No vibrator is necessary because he can manipulate my body from the inside.

Just one thing is starting to bother me about him.

It’s how he acts towards Peter.

Peter is my friends with benefits. Not saying that our relationship isn’t satisfying, because Peter is really the man when it comes to knowing how to satisfy a woman in bed. Peter is stocky like Horus with caramel skin, long wavy hair, and soft, pouting lips below a narrow mustache. He spends most of his spare time at the gym, and it shows. His rock-hard abs and his firm, round bottom bring to mind an athlete, not a business man. He packs a lot of heat in the bedroom, he’s well endowed, and he knows how to use it. It’s not just wham bam thank you ma’am with him. He takes his time with kissing, touching, deep tissues massages that leave me feeling like every muscle in my body has been reborn. If he wasn’t who he is, maybe we could have something serious…

Sumiko Saulson is a cartoonist, science-fiction, fantasy and horror writer, editor of Black Magic Women and 100 Black Women in Horror Fiction, author of Solitude, Warmth, The Moon Cried Blood, Happiness and Other Diseases, Somnalia, Insatiable, Ashes and Coffee, and Things That Go Bump In My Head. She wrote and illustrated comics Mauskaveli, Dooky and graphic novels Dreamworlds and Agrippa. She writes for the SEARCH Magazine. The child of African American and Russian-Jewish parents, a native Californian and an Oakland resident who’s spent most of her adult life in the San Francisco Bay Area. Visit Sumiko at: www. SumikoSaulson.com

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Sycorax’s Daughters

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Edited by Kinitra Brooks PhD, Linda Addison, and Susana Morris PhD
(Cedar Grove Publishing) Nominated for the Bram Stoker Award!

“I am very in favor of people telling their unique stories, as a way of bridging any cultural gaps. And speculative fiction is an excellent vehicle for that. So when Linda Addison offered me a chance to review Sycorax’s Daughters, I jumped at the chance. It’s a hefty read; over 500 pages long so you’ll get your money’s worth.

Sycorax was a black sorceress in Shakespeare’s The Tempest. In the introductions, Dr. Brooks says, “our project fills the lacunae by privileging Black women’s visions of self in horror over their previous problematic characterizations as constructed by others. Sycorax has ensured that her daughters are provided the opportunity to speak for themselves.” So, this was horror as unfiltered by white imposition on black culture? Sounded good, although I am a fragile reviewer who hates horror. But I promised I would read it so I will keep my word. I hope the nightmares I get when reading any sort of gruesomeness will not be too bad …

This story is followed by a poem about a hanging no one admits. That opens for “Taking the Good” by Dana Mcknight: a hidden hanging in a dyke bar, involving tentacles. (Did I just write that sentence in a review? Yes, and, well…it fits.)

I was surprised they included a novel excerpt in this book. But it’s good, and just enough to make you want to read more of the Creole/steampunk/Haitian “Paranormal Detective II” by Valjeanne Jeffers …

“The Ever After” by L. Marie Wood…at first felt like slipstream plus horror. If there is anything I like less than horror, it’s slipstream. I don’t like the sensation of nothing making sense, of the laws of the universe being unreliable. So of course some of the horror genre has to be slipstream. But this wasn’t what it seemed. Scary and sad, this one will haunt me …” Abyss & Apex

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