Steampunk Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Opening it silently, I strained for signs of anyone else in the hotel who might recognize me or who I may know. Throwing caution to the wind, I stole down the hall, my feet lightly pattering on the marble floor as I hurried down to the bookshop. I looked around and found one I thought was fitting for the occasion: Lady Chatterley's Lover based on the title because I felt I could relate with her but half not trusting myself not to give in to the lust-filled pages and half gleeful with excitement, I chose the book and headed back to my suite. Shutting myself in the bedroom, I curled up on the oversized chair again and got lost in its pages.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

"How about you, what do you like to read?" Sandy grimaced. "Nothing that dense. I'm more the dime store novel type. I like medical mysteries, thrillers, things like that." "C'mon, there's a great little used book shop over there, I'll see if we can't find something for you." When we got there I headed straight for the classics. "Here, you should try this one." I pulled a book off the shelf and showed it to her. She looked at the green jacket. "'Jane Eyre'? Really? Isn't this, like, some sappy romance?"

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

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…”

The heavy double doors of Velvet Chains whispered shut behind Elena Hart with a soft, ominous click that echoed through her bones. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs as she stepped into the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, dark musk, expensive perfume, and raw, unfiltered sex.