Welcome to this month’s Marketing for Romance Authors Steam Hop. This is the day we erotic authors get the chance to break out of the PG prison and share our spiciest excerpts.
My contribution to today’s hop comes from Book 1 of my erotic steam punk series The Toymakers Guild, The Pornographer’s Apprentice. I’m currently working on the third and final volume, which I hope to publish by the end of the year. So you can consider this a warm-up – and I do mean warm!
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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.
Her first priority was bathing. Under their hastily reassembled finery, all three apprentices were sticky with sweat and sexual fluids. The young men gallantly allowed her first access to the bathroom, which offered the latest in plumbing innovations. She soaked in the soothing hot water for a decadent half hour before relinquishing the room to her colleagues.
Back in her bedroom, she towelled her hair dry, ran a comb through the curly locks and donned her dressing gown. Since they’d be dining in the suite, per Mrs. Featherstone’s instructions, she saw no need for a more extensive toilette. Indeed, if she had her way, she’d be naked before too long.
When she emerged, she found her companions lounging in the parlour, in equally casual attire. Archie wore his dress shirt, mostly unbuttoned, with loose, knee-length drawers underneath. Ian sported a short robe belted at the waist. They’d opened a bottle of wine from the spirits cabinet and filled their glasses to the brim. Indeed, the bottle was more than half empty.
“Hallo, Jill,” said Archie. “We’re celebrating. Care for some wine? It’s the good stuff, French.” Without waiting for her response, he poured a third goblet and passed it to her. “Chin chin!”
She bit back her scolding. They’d worked hard, after all, and the generous tips bestowed by Lady Marlborough would more than cover the cost. After seating herself on a convenient sofa, she accepted his offering.
“Cheers.” The first sip was pure ambrosia. She drank more deeply, savouring the fruity accents and the hint of oak, then set the glass on the table beside her. “It’s lovely,” she agreed. “But perhaps I should order some food as well. I imagine you must have quite an appetite after your exertions this afternoon.”
Ian leaned closer “We’ve a powerful appetite,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “But not for dinner.”
Archie downed half the contents of his glass, then slipped to the floor at her feet. Teasing her gown open to fully expose her bare foot and trim ankle, he trailed one finger along her instep, then up her leg, before bending to plant a kiss on the inside of her knee. “We’re hungry for you, Jill.”
She shivered with delight at the delicate, reverential touch of his lips. “You’re not thoroughly sated, after gorging on Her Ladyship’s bounty?”
Ian shuffled over from his chair to sit beside her. His right arm circled her waist and pulled her against his slim, hard body, while his left slid into the gap between her lapels to stroke her breast.
Her nipples snapped into aching knots as soon as he touched her. He captured one between his fingers, rolling it back and forth like a bit of modelling clay. Exquisite tension skittered down to her clit, equally swollen and sensitive.
Ian flicked his tongue across her earlobe. Sparks flared. “All the time I was buried in her arse,” he murmured, “I was wishing she was you.”
His words made her suddenly and acutely aware of her rear hole, tight and untouched. When he nuzzled her neck, she imagined such lubricious attention applied to that tender whorl of muscle. She could almost feel the way she’d open to him as he licked and probed, gentle but irresistible. She squirmed on the sofa, nether parts tingling, as Ian pulled her into a wine-flavoured kiss.
Closing her eyes, she surrendered to Ian’s demanding mouth. Meanwhile, Archie nibbled his way up her inner thigh, pushing the gown further open as he went along. She felt him part the engorged folds of her quim and sensed the warmth of his breath as he paused to inhale her scent. Then he dove into her cunny, licking and sucking as though starved for her flesh.
“Oh! Archie!” She jerked away from Ian’s lips as fireworks exploded between her legs. Her thighs clamped down around Archie’s head and she ground herself against his face. Ian tore open her gown and captured a nipple between his teeth, gnawing gently while twisting the other between his finger and thumb.
Oh, by Archimedes, it was almost too much! Gillian writhed on the sofa, helpless under the onslaught of so much pleasure. As she thrashed, no more than a few breaths from spending, Archie wriggled one hand under her buttocks. Immediately her attention flew to her arsehole. He continued licking her cunny while running his finger along the cleft between her rear cheeks. Back and forth he slid, gathering her juices and smearing them over the twitching knot of her sphincter.
She felt every movement, every bit of pressure, every glide of his fingertips across the forbidden portal. A climax loomed over her, a fierce, dark wave ready to break. Then Archie pushed one finger deep inside her arse, Ian bit down on her nipple, and the pleasure came crashing down, sweeping everything away.
As the torrent of sensation gradually ebbed, Gillian realised that Archie still had his forefinger buried in her bum. His nose and chin shiny with her juices, he grinned up at her from his place at her feet and wriggled the digit till she moaned helplessly.
“You seem to quite enjoy this sort of play,” Ian observed, pushing her garment off her shoulders to completely bare her breasts. He brushed his fingernail over the tips of her nipples. Electric pleasure pulsed through her body. Meanwhile, Archie pumped his finger in and out like a miniature cock. “Arse-play, I mean.”
“Oh – oh heavens, Arch, you’re driving me insane! Do pause for a moment and give me a chance to breathe!”
“As you wish,” he replied, removing his finger entirely.
The sudden emptiness was unbearable. “I didn’t mean to stop completely,” she protested. “And yes, I do enjoy it. I’m not ashamed to admit that.” She glanced from one man to the other. “Indeed, I would very much like one of you to initiate me into the delights of buggery.”
“We’d be honoured!” Archie exclaimed, rising to his feet. His erection made an impressive tent in his drawers.
“We’ve been hoping you’d feel that way,” Ian agreed. The ruddy tip of his swollen member peeked through the opening in his robe. “Shall we adjourn to the bedroom? I believe we’ll all be more comfortable there.”
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