Monday, May 9, 2022

“In carnal matters, theory alone will rarely suffice.” -- #Steampunk #SexToys #MFRWsteam #MFRWAuthor

The Pornographer's Apprentice cover

Welcome to the monthly MFRW Steam Hop – a blog hop for authors (like me) who write on the spicy side.

A few weeks ago, I kicked myself into gear and started working on the third volume of my steam punk erotica series The Toymakers Guild. I’m only a few chapters into the tale, but that stimulated me (so to speak!) to go back to the first volume and share a bit with you. Here’s a never-before-shared bit from The Pornographer’s Apprentice, Book 1. If you like it, leave me comment. I’ll randomly select one person who comments to receive a free copy of this outrageous full length novel.


She wants to build sex toys... if they'll let her.

In prudish, patriarchal Victorian England, nineteen year old prodigy Gillian Smith finds a secret society dedicated to the erotic arts. She’ll need both her intellect and her physical charms to earn the permanent position she craves.

If you like steam punk erotica with a kinky feminist bent, you'll love The Pornographer's Apprentice.


Mrs. Featherstone shook her head. “What an unfortunate tale. Still, you haven’t explained how you discovered the Guild, or why you think yourself suited to the work we do.”

Gillian extracted the catalogue from her holdall. “I found this among Uncle George’s books.”

The Director leafed through the provocative pages, a smile playing on her lips. “Hmm… Yes, the winter 1886 edition was rather spectacular… But an innocent young woman like you must have found our merchandise quite shocking.”

Not at all. You should not make assumptions about my innocence, Mrs. Featherstone.”

You may call me Amelia, if you wish.” The woman flashed a smile that struck Gillian as distinctly predatory. “At least when we are in private.”

Gillian sat up straight and boldly met the older woman’s gaze. “I’ve made good use of the volumes in my uncle’s library, both the technical tomes and the more —artistic titles. My theoretical grounding in carnal matters is as strong as my engineering background.”

In carnal matters, theory alone will rarely suffice.”

I do have some practical experience as well.” Hot blood rushed to Gillian’s cheeks, though her voice remained steady. “I’m no virgin—Amelia.”

Oh?” The brunette’s slender fingers toyed with the lace framing her throat, before fluttering like butterflies over her concealed breasts. “I am pleased to hear that. In that case, why don’t you remove your bodice?”

There it was. Gillian had not been imagining the Director’s concupiscent interest. All at once, she understood that to be accepted into the Guild, she’d have to be brazen. She was determined to meet that challenge.

With silent efficiency, she unfastened the row of buttons that led from the high neck of her gown to the skirt. The blue-grey twill parted, revealing her white muslin chemise. Without hesitation, she shrugged off the garment and pulled her arms out of the three-quarter length sleeves. Her nipples snapped into tight nubs of sensation under the avid gaze of the other woman.

Amelia’s eyebrows shot up. “No corset? I approve.” She leaned closer. “Now show me your boobies.”

As aroused by Amelia’s directness as she was shocked, Gillian slipped the satin straps off her shoulders. She pushed the chemise down, crumpling it near her waist. Unconsciously she straightened her spine, elevating her modest but well-shaped breasts. Her flesh cried out for stimulation. She longed to cup her tits and stroke the tender nipples, but she still was not sure how her companion would react to that level of audacity.

She need not have worried.

Touch yourself,” Amelia ordered. “I want to see what you like.”

Gillian required no further encouragement. She palmed her swelling flesh, squeezing and massaging the firm mounds. Every touch sent little sparks shooting down to her cunny. Grasping her throbbing nips between thumb and forefinger, she tugged gently. Invisible wires seemed to connect her nipples with the swollen bead at the apex of her sex. Her lower lips plumped and slid together. Her empty channel clenched. She’d been more than ready for a rogering after her dalliance with Ian. Now she was so hot she thought she’d expire if someone didn’t fuck her.

That’s good,” Amelia murmured. “That’s lovely. Now lift your skirts and frig yourself until you spend.”

Oh, by Leibniz, no! She couldn’t. Could she? Self-pleasure was such a private thing. Regardless of her excitement, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to climax with a critical audience like Amelia.

The director sensed her confusion and reluctance. “Don’t be shy with me, Gillian. Don’t be coy.” Her voice held a hint of steel. “If you want to join us, you’ll do as I ask.”

Was she brave enough to fulfil Amelia’s demand? Her cunny screamed for stimulation. Meanwhile, Gillian knew that if she demurred, she might be turned away from Randerley Hall. She’d come prepared to be grilled about her technical expertise. Now she understood that this exhibitionist display was part of her evaluation.

Screwing her eyes shut so she wouldn’t have to meet Amelia’s knowing gaze, she hauled her overskirt, underskirt and petticoats up to her waist. She spread her thighs, opening the slit in her drawers. A pungent tidal scent rose from her cleft. Currents of air danced across her bared sex, making her shiver with delight.

Trying to forget she was being watched, she pressed the heel of her left hand against her pubis to exert indirect pressure on her swollen clit. At the same time, she used the fingers to diddle the aching bud. Pleasure streaked through her, setting every nerve alight. Tension coiled deep in her pelvis, a hot, sweet ache that expanded each time her fingertips grazed the sensitised nub.

Delicious. Intense. Not enough, though, to push her over the edge. She needed more; she needed to be filled.

While continuing to work her left hand, she slipped three fingers of her right into her hungry hole. That was good, better than good, but still insufficient. She pumped in and out, remembering Ian’s fierce, thrilling thrusts down her throat. Ah, if she only had a real cock ploughing and stretching her! Ian would know just how to take her. Unlike her bloody cousin, Ian would have enough control to fuck her silly, drive her crazy, satisfy her completely before surrendering to his own release.

She added a fourth finger and thrust deeper. Her crisis crept closer. If the Guild accepted her, she felt confident she’d soon become well-acquainted with Ian’s cock. Archie’s too, perhaps. Why not? Members of the Guild were pioneers on the sexual frontier, outlaws challenging the prudish morality promulgated by the Crown. She could have more than one lover if she wished. Who was going to stop her?

Or perhaps—she gasped at the outrageous thought—perhaps she’d have them both at the same time! She recalled some images from her uncle’s library, women pinioned on two hard cocks, each in a different orifice. Archie in front, Ian in back, and perhaps the mysterious Master Toymaker in her welcoming mouth…

Her crisis surprised her, welling up from her depths and overwhelming her with a sudden flood of sensation. She rubbed her clit and rode her fingers as wave after wave of bliss swept through her.

As the echoes of her spending faded, she realised she was soaked. Her juices drenched her knickers and both hands. Eyes still closed, she sensed Amelia’s movement. She worried briefly about a scolding for spoiling the upholstery. Then a hot, wet sweep of pressure across her clit kindled an incendiary burst of pleasure and sent her spinning back into climax.

Eventually, the world stopped whirling around her. Gillian opened her eyes. A few feet away, Amelia leaned back in her own chair, licking her lips. Moisture gleamed on her cheeks and chin.

Congratulations,” she said with a satisfied smirk. “You’re provisionally accepted.”

Into the Guild? As an apprentice?”

Amelia nodded. “Let us clean you up, then I’ll take you up to the laboratory.”

Gillian felt as though a hot air balloon was expanding inside her. She didn’t quite believe her ears. “But don’t you want to evaluate my engineering expertise?”

You discerned the passcode. And your parents were among the most creative inventors of our time. I never had any doubts about your abilities, Gillian. I just needed to see if you were sufficiently open-minded to join our little band of sexual renegades.”

Gillian cast an eye over her half-naked body. “I suppose I am.”


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Anita Verebes said...

Delightful, as always. I love the way you build a scene: the pacing and tension and even the word choices made this a delicious read from start to finish. (You just don't see the word 'concupiscent' nearly enough, and I love it!)

Debby said...

This sounds intriguing. thanks for the chance

Maggie Blackbird said...

Great excerpt. I also love the way you build the scene. Nicely done!

bn100 said...

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Lisabet Sarai said...

Congratulations to Anita, who has won a free copy of this novel! Thanks to all who left me comments.

Fiona McGier said...

This book was my second steampunk book, after your Rajasthani Moon made me love the genre--at least the way you do it!

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