Steampunk is a sub-genre which incorporates technologies and designs inspired by 19th-century industrial steam-powered machinery.
Steampunk stories are often set in an alternative past where these retro-futuristic technologies exist within a society of Victorian values. The fashion usually incorporates traditional dress such as bustles, corsets, gowns, suits with waistcoats, and top hats.
These are often accented with 'period' accessories such as timepieces, parasols, and flying / driving goggles.
Hannah was helping Liddy into her dress, skipping any idle groping or kisses that normally would have been going on while putting clothes on a friend. Having reloaded the rifle, she escorted Liddy back to the lounge to find everyone safe. Ving was at the...
Emma stood with Mari looking at Liddy, wondering if she was in any trouble after explaining what happened at the jail. “At least you waited until after the client was serviced before doing your own thing.” Liddy fired a quick glance at Hannah. “Also, my c...
Easy gripped the headboard tightly as she was pushed against it with each thrust against her hips. Mari had been right when she said her second time would be easier, and the man inside her proved that. Sliding out and ramming back in, holding Easy by her...
After taking a minute, Liddy looked back at Hannah. “So you saw the client…” Taking the hint to finish the story, Hannah continued. “Wife was pregnant and couldn't please him apparently, so he fucked me in front of her as a demonstration. He couldn't see...
Hannah said goodbye to her new friend and favoured him with a kiss in view of the carriage that had already collected his Lord. She went to join Liddy, who was relaxing in the lounge at the front of the ship counting money. “So is this part of the job bet...
Hannah loved being gagged, but not when it was because she was scraping rotten wood off her bedroom walls. The cloth over her mouth and foggy working goggles were miserable to wear, but it kept her from inhaling mould or going blind from flying wood bits....
Everyone expected a war between the old ways of magic and the new ways of steam upon the invention of the steam engine. However, people quickly learned that synthesizing the two did more than anyone realized. Instead of a steam engine that could merely po...
My father was the Earl's engine keeper before he was raised in the peerage, and we lived in the steam house which was separated from the main hall on account of the noise and smell and most importantly, the risk of an explosion. This danger never worried...
They emerged as night fell, the darkened streets becoming a warren of furtive, clandestine activity as the scavengers and fugitives broke cover to drink, trade, and conspire on street corners. Graffiti scrawled on boarded-up shop fronts spoke of rage, dis...
“Salutations John! Why not experience the most mind blowing orgasms you could ever imagine!” the advert said. “Every part of your body can be stimulated, to levels of pure ecstasy, and you can give access to whoever you want!” I looked up at the advert, t...
My mouth was full. Specifically, it was full of Sir Reginald Quailpipe’s cock. My nose was being tickled by the greying hair on his ample belly. I slid my lips slowly up his length until his rigid steed popped out of my mouth. Sir Reginald groaned as my h...
The Ringmaster caught her as she fainted, pulling the release and sliding her off the saddle of the Fucking Bronco. The Bronco had overwhelmed her with pleasure, just as he had warned her it would. Nodding to Mark, who hustled in from stage left with a co...
Long Island, 1889. Selina Steele was a cat burglar extraordinaire. Beautiful, strong-willed, and with a lifelong love of everything feline and sparkling. A master of tracking and stealth she was the most accomplished jewel thief east of the Missouri River...
The neon lights of the punk bar illuminated the vibrant punk fashions of the patrons inside. T-shirts, leather jackets, Dr. Martens boots, brightly colored hair, and spiked mohawks filled the room. The air was thick with the sound of grinding guitars and...
Sydney’s free settlers had limits, a regular blind eye was turned to the biblical invocation: Judge not, that ye be not judged. So, when it came to the likes of Brigid O’Sullivan, polite society couldn’t help itself: all freed convicts were skilamalink, b...
