Steam Punk Books Novels & Stories

com Books by Autumn Dawn: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

In reality, I’d sneak into the small bathroom, sniff and lick the boots, and jerk off. On days when Mr. Stout was around, I couldn’t steal away to the back. Instead, I’d lean into the old machines, which vibrated heavily, stimulating my cóck. If I could see the client in the waiting area, I’d fantasize about sucking their thick côcks, often cumming in my pants without even touching myself.

~LIBRARY SEX~ The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and polished wood, a familiar comfort that usually soothed my nerves. But today, it did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. I stood by the tall shelves, my fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound volumes, trying to focus on anything but the way my heart hammered against my ribs. He was here, just a few feet away, his presence a magnetic force pulling me closer with every passing second.

I heard the echoes for quite a long time. “Corey. Just like that book about the girl who made the earth swallow everything.” She snorted. “You’re high as a horse, aren’t you? That’s Carey, not Corey.” I thought about it and realized she was right. I was high as fuck and I had just mistaken the name of one of Stephen King’s most iconic novels. We talked for a while mostly about things I haven’t spoken about before to a single soul. I felt better talking to her. She listened and shared some of her experiences with me which were mostly gruesome but given our current mood, it was all humorous.

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 3 I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and for a moment I wondered if last night had been another one of my filthy dreams. But then I felt it — the deep ache between my thighs, the stickiness of Dean’s cum still leaking from my well-fucked pussy, and the faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had gripped me so possessively. He really did it. My stepdad fucked me senseless… and I loved every second of it.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

“Your little pussy is sucking me in so tight… like it’s starving for Daddy’s cock.” He started moving. Long, devastatingly slow strokes. Pulling out so gradually I felt every ridge and vein leaving me, leaving me empty and aching, then sliding back in even slower, grinding his hips in dirty little circles when he bottomed out. The wet, squelching sounds of my dripping cunt filled the room with every thrust. My juices coated his balls and ran down my ass in messy rivulets.

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.