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\nISBN 9781885865755
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Table of Contents<\/p>\n

Introduction by J. Blackmore
\nThe Innocent\u2019s Progress by Peter Tupper
\nAn Extempore Romance by Jason Rubis
\nHysterical Friction by Thomas S. Roche
\nIn the Flask by Vanessa Vaughn
\nSteam and Iron, Musk and Flesh by Kaysee Renee Robichaud<\/p>\n

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Steam and Iron, Musk and Flesh
\nby Kaysee Renee Robichaud<\/p>\n

There was nothing more romantic than floating half a mile over the rooftops of a steam- belching, budding metropolis like Fort Detroit, under the brilliant white illumination of a nearly full moon. The skyship drifted on the currents, its three enormous balloons glowing like holiday ornaments with the emerald discharge of the sizeable boiler engine. Sure, the cauldron\u2019s brackish fluids were spilling over the skyship\u2019s filigreed railing, and the primary emergency whistle wailed the soft beginnings of a soon-to-be-shrill warning, but Trista Pirrup paid little mind because lovely Cecilia\u2019s full lips were gently pressuring that sweet place where shoulder meets neck.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, CeeCee\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Her lips and tongue moved up along the carotid artery, tickling and teasing and sending shivers of delight through Trista\u2019s nerves. Such sweet sensations\u2026 As they moved through her, Trista felt a sudden guilt at the realization that she should be reciprocating in some fashion. She should be\u2026 What exactly?<\/p>\n

Her brain was overloading with emotional cues; her limbs felt awkward and overlarge. Trista allowed her hands, bound up in tightly sewn lambskin gloves, to caress Cecilia\u2019s back in heated circles, drawing what she hoped were curves of passionate fire through the girl\u2019s dress. The act felt foolish only one second after she had begun.<\/p>\n

Beautiful Cecilia\u2019s hair was golden and wavy, her button nose slightly raised and her eyes a deep blue. Her face was narrow as a fawn\u2019s, making her wide eyes enormous. Her bosom was small, tightly bound beneath the hard buttons and soft fabric of her cream-colored dress. Beneath the hem of her ankle- length overskirt and crinoline underskirt, her long legs and tiny feet were bound up in stockings and tight boots. She practically defined \u201cdainty\u201d and this only made her somehow more gorgeous.<\/p>\n

Were she not being kissed in the place that raised the heat of every breath, Trista would certainly feel (as she often did) outclassed. Curly red hair and round face, eyes the color of dun pudding, broad almost mannish shoulders, a nearly obscene curve to her hips, and a pair of cantaloupes on her chest that could not be bound up into a properly unassuming size no matter how tight the corset she tried to wear\u2026 There was a rough kind of prettiness to her, she supposed, but nothing that such a refined woman as Cecilia should find attractive. Certainly not\u2026<\/p>\n

But there she was, kissing Trista\u2019s throat. It seemed nothing less than an impossible dream!<\/p>\n

Kisses.<\/p>\n

And tantalizing touches. Cecilia\u2019s silk-clad fingers rubbed at her breasts through the lambskin flight jack, slow sensual circles that trailed down to Trista\u2019s hips. There, they urged her to lean over, and reached around to the tiny curve of her bottom, observing the arc through sensuous stroke. Cecilia took a firm hold as she moved from nuzzling Trista\u2019s throat to giving her a full kiss on the lips.<\/p>\n

Trista made a startled squeak; Cecilia\u2019s slender tongue found its way into her mouth, and more slow circles followed. No dance of tongues, this was a kind of lovemaking, and it set the top of Trista\u2019s head into the stratosphere.<\/p>\n

Lambskin-clad hands caressed Cecilia\u2019s breasts, and the girl moaned softly, her beautiful eyes closing at the sensation.<\/p>\n

The kiss broke, and Cecilia stared into Trista\u2019s eyes with a hunger. \u201cSuch a deliciously filthy engineer you are,\u201d she said, making the words into a lover\u2019s poem, before a nearly feral, frenzied expression filled her face, and she came in for still more kisses.<\/p>\n

The pair of shrill whistles might have been Trista\u2019s internal thermometers sounding off extreme temperatures, so it seemed only natural that Cecilia should spread her jack, should open her shirt, should bare her corset and skin. It seemed only right to undo Cecilia\u2019s blouse, one slow button at a time, each release eliciting still more passion from the boundless well inside that delicate-seeming woman. Not so delicate at all. Her teeth ran along Trista\u2019s shoulder, while those silk gloves unfastened the corset, and when it fell free, Trista sucked in fresh air as though she had never really breathed before. Tonight, the cool autumn air was flavored with honey and musk, an earthy perfume to be certain.<\/p>\n

Cecilia pulled Trista\u2019s hand along her leg, under the skirts, slow and strong and guiding her up and up. Kisses did not distract from the pleasure of touching garters and then the bare skin beyond. The lambskin gloves would be soft on that skin, Trista thought, but that was not enough for Cecilia. Further up, to the crux, to a golden warmth as yet unknown, hidden beneath a gauzy veil of lace, easily shoved aside. Cecilia plunged two of Trista\u2019s fingers inside her slick sex, shaking and gasping and then moaning the first sibilant syllable of Trista\u2019s name\u2026.<\/p>\n

And Trista moved her fingers slowly, in and out, using her thumb to pressure the sweet place, slow rubbing\u2014still more circles! Love was a circle!\u2014and taking delight in Cecilia\u2019s spasms at her touch. Now it was Cecilia, earthy and dominant to this point, who was at a loss to control her limbs. The golden-haired girl now gazed into Trista\u2019s face with a kind of na\u00efve wonder and begged for more, faster, and it was Trista who held the power to acquiesce or deny. Trista, who leaned in to kiss as she played below, Trista who\u2014<\/p>\n

Trilling whistles penetrated the clouds in her head, puncturing the pleasant, passion-induced miasma.<\/p>\n

Oh, thought Trista, dear.<\/p>\n

The buildings were no longer below them, but towering around. All three emergency whistles wailed like unwatched teapots, and a new kind of flutter found its way into Trista\u2019s heart. Fear, this was.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t stop,\u201d Cecilia whispered, \u201cplease!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut we\u2019re going to crash.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen let us crash as lovers crash!\u201d Cecilia grasped Trista\u2019s wrist, to keep her hand firmly within her quim.<\/p>\n

There was no helping it, Trista supposed. Crash they would, but if she could reach the venting lever, then perhaps the boiler would not explode when they crashed. Of course, whatever lay below would be soaked with the boiling mix\u2014not simply water, the real science used mixtures of more toxic things to create the gasses necessary to power the technology. Simple water steam was for backyard hobbyists.<\/p>\n

She reached her free hand for the lever, and found herself about three inches too short. She stretched, her fingertips brushed the lever, but then Cecilia yanked her back. Panting and grunting, she dragged Trista\u2019s fingers deeper still.<\/p>\n

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