Valves & Vixens

Nicole Gestalt

Description

A Steampunk anthology containing 9 stories.Valves & Vixens is erotic romance that mixes both the escapism and fantasy of steampunk with the Victorian style. Many writers have worked in the genre of steampunk from Jules Verne all the way to H.G.Wells and with this book the genre gets a good warming up. The stories within reflect a wide mix of backgrounds and settings all linked by the presence of steam at their heart. With a multitude of pairings and heat levels there really is something for everyone.

Sujets

• Erotic literature
• Romance

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 25 juin 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781783338399
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Title Page
VALVES & VIXENS
Steampunk Erotica
Edited by
Nicole Gestalt
Foreword by Professor Elemental



Publisher Information
Valves & Vixens
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © House of Erotica 2014
The rights of the authors have been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.




Foreword
By Professor Elemental
This book is rude. Awfully rude in fact. I’d shut it now before someone sees you reading it. Honestly, I had to close the curtains, turn off the lights and use the dust sheets to cover the portrait of my Great Aunt Fanny, so that she didn’t stare at me while I was reading it.
In truth, I only agreed to write this forward under the assumption that was a book of instructions on how to make a robotic fox using brass pipes- I had no idea that I would subjected to this sort of filth. I was barely half way through reading the first story before I was forced to stop what I was doing and take a few deep breaths. When that didn’t work, I was forced to strip naked and dive head first into the local pond for a brisk November swim, just to try and clear my head and reduce my shame. Still, I was unaccountably distressed. After I had towelled myself off thoroughly, Geoffery brought me my usual lunch (2 large melons and a banana, with a generous garnish of cream), but even that suddenly looked less appetising than usual.
I carried on reading that afternoon, unable to draw my eyes away from the saucy goings on within. But after reading every story in detail (Some of them twice. Out loud), I was stunned. I was also slightly sleepy.
Perhaps everybody was prey to these carnal desires? What base instincts had I unlocked? That afternoon, did Missus Miggins really leer suggestively, as she passed me my two cherry buns for tea? When I gave Bob the gardener a cheery wave from my bicycle, did he really return it with a filthy wink? Dear God, I even found myself staring at Sadie Bell’s exposed ankle at supper time. I fear that I have become a monster.
So, I implore you, please, don’t read this book. It is rude. Close it now. That’s it.
And whatever you do, don’t turn the next page.



Introduction
Steampunk is different things to many people but the one thing it has in common with everyone is escapism. By writing in this genre authors are asking questions of themselves and of their readers, everyone has to in some degree push back their own conceptions and readily jump into the authors visions.
When I put out the submission call for this anthology I had no idea I would get such a wide range of stories. I had hoped to get some non-traditional pieces and indeed I am thankful and wonderfully surprised that I did. Within these pages you will be transported around the world in a series of stories that explore many different elements of steampunk.
Since this is also an erotic anthology there are of course many different facets of erotica on show, from spanking (in Regina Kammer’s One Cheek or Two?) all the way to multiple partners (such as in Jim Lee’s Coming Aboard the Greatest of Great Ships). There is also varying degrees of heat levels from the sweet (in Crysta K. Coburns’ The Waiting Future) all the way up.
The beauty of anthologies is you can find a number of authors in one place and I was honoured to have so many authors send me submissions. Please don’t hesitate to have a look at the authors biographies at the back of the book, and if you find an author you enjoy go and say so – authors thrive on positive feedback!
I would like to thank the eminent Professor Elemental for his foreword. For those who don’t know him he is your typical time travelling multi-trouser wearing professor whose butler just so happens to be an Orangutan. To learn more about Professor Elemental please check him out here: http://www.professorelemental.com/.
Nicole Gestalt
April 2014





Coming Aboard the Greatest of the Great Ships
By Jim Lee
Chapter 1
Rachel Morris’ blue eyes widened, her dainty mouth puckered with bewildered amusement. “Really, Cassie?” she said and gestured at the outfit laid out so carefully across the other woman’s canopy bed. The semi-sheer black silk gloves she’d just removed swayed disapprovingly between her fingers. “ This is what you propose to wear to the social and spiritual event of the season - if not of our very lives to date?”
“Indeed,” Cassandra Webb replied with a calm smile. Then she paused to await her best friend’s all-too-predictable reaction.
“A riding habit,” Rachel muttered - her evident wonderment mixed liberally with equally open dismay.
She was a sweet girl, really - a loyal comrade and, whenever Cassandra could lure her into exploring certain life experiences less-exploratory eras would’ve certainly found shockingly unsuitable at the very least, a most pleasant and responsive lover. But Rachel clung inexplicably to a reverent conventionality better suited to one of those earlier times - to periods pre-dating the World Drought and most especially prior to the advent of the steam-driven, barrier-shattering version of Salvation offered by the Great Cloud Ships.
In short: Rachel could be something of a pill.
“This is a formal affair - you do realise that, my girl?”
Cassandra nodded benignly.
The nostrils of her friend pulsed with frustration, not to say exasperation.
Rachel’s head turned, her eyes lifted to peer worshipfully upward through the curtained window of Cassandra’s boudoir. An appreciative and unconsciously lustful gasp escaped her lips as she beheld the provocatively shaped underside of the massive device looming amid the thin cloud deck presently above Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and adjoining environs.
CSS Aquarius - a full mile long from bow to stern and as much as one-fifth of a mile wide - the pride of the nearby Homestead Iron Works and a truly breathtaking sight!
“This evening,” Rachel recited with genuine awe in her voice. “It is to be our High Honour and Most-Tender Joy - not to mention our Sacred Duty as mere humble Ground Folk - to Greet and Entertain and, should circumstances allow us to be so fortunate, to Provide all manner of Most-Attentive Service to the Great Ship’s Highly-Respected Officers and most particularly the So-Rightly-Venerated Engineers - in an appropriate and proper manner!”
The pious blonde closed eyes that had gone abruptly dreamy and her full bosom heaved, ripe with emotion - and alive with desires she dared not voice, except while cloaked in ritually approved euphemisms.
“Indeed,” Cassandra repeated with unforced conviction. And then she continued - for she was not so shy nor of so retiring a nature as her friend. “But what, I ask you, could conceivably be more appropriate than donning my finest riding clothes for such an occasion? Oh, let us be utterly frank and open here, dear Rachel! I admit - without shame or hesitation - that I have a great and abiding expectation that tonight I shall find myself ridden - quite well and most vigorously, one should hope - by one or more of the So-Worthy Individuals you have just mentioned!”
The scandalised expression on Rachel’s face was predictable - and Cassandra thought, profoundly silly. Didn’t she understand their world of 1887 at all?
The World Drought, which called forth so much unexpected change, had by now plagued the planet for a full century and more.
The Sky Machines had appeared somewhat later - in their grandparents’ time. At first they were another bizarre curiosity - one that made the experimental hot air balloons they quickly displaced in the public imagination seem quite ordinary by comparison. Yet they very soon proved practical instruments of high-speed and long-distance transportation for both people and freight, at once complementing and competing effectively with those other two mighty innovations of the modern era: The ocean-spanning steamships and the thunderous, onrushing rail-roads that now criss-crossed the surface of virtually every nation worth mentioning.
Between those three stream-propelled miracles of technological science, the world was now a much smaller and more interconnected place.
A better place too, Cassandra reflected with a lick of full and sensuous lips. These days the world was more peaceful, more liveable for the greater proportion of humanity - even at least somewhat more just.
To a very large degree, all that was owed to the men - the bold, wondrously exotic and notoriously, shamelessly lusty Men of the Sky Machines - such as the ones that she and her friend were about to encounter!
Stirred by these thoughts, Cassandra took a slow deep breath.
Her bust - less prodigious than her friend’s yet by no means inadequate - heaved upward against the loose outer garment she’d thrown on when Rachel appeared a full hour early at her door. Her nipples hardened; her mouth went dry as the desert that so much of Earth would be without the Great Ships’ intervention. Conversely, other regions of her anatomy grew moist as one of the clouds that Sky Machines like the Aquarius infused with precious, moisture-fixing substances.
Unobserved by Rachel, she undid the sash of