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steampunk sluts
I’d been writing non-stop for several weeks, seedy noir prose &
neoclassical pseudo-erotic poetry. my muse was tapped & I
needed to get laid. the old Victorian bordello outside of town
would serve my salacious mood.
the militant night was the thunder-storming cliché of a Bronte
novel. I fired up the Mercedes, my sinister black beast, & we were
off in pursuit of debauchery.
the ominous country manor loomed like a Sybarite’s temple in its
antebellum glory. the doorbell chimed mournfully as I pressed it, &
an androgynous figure, resembling Edward Scissorhands without
the shearing appendages, bid me enter.
I appraised the greatroom as I waited for a hostess: thick purple
drapes covered the windows. stuffed heads of boars & stags
festooned the brooding walls, eyeballing me with extreme prejudice.
and of course, an armada of mechanical clocks, bronze gears clicking
inside curved glass, languished on ancient oak tables & hearth mantles.
my maiden of the evening appeared at the top of the stairs, her darkly
circled eyes & stoic features nearly convincing me that she may have
been a key-wound doll made of springs & transistors. her outfit, a
leather corset, fishnet stockings, & brass buckled combat boots, lured
me; I brashly ascended the stairway to hedonist heaven.
in her room, she removed her strict uniform, & I was relieved & distinctly
aroused to see that she was a real girl, full curves & firm hollows cast in
Aphrodite’s own beauty. I attacked her with my usual caveman finesse,
feasting ravenously on the earthly delights of her iniquitous flesh. then
she maneuvered skillfully into my favorite seductive pose: hands & knees,
brazenly offering the petulant pandora of her sex.
I mounted her embracing saddle, pulsing in harmony with the great
clock’s chime as it tolled toward midnight. beat for beat did I impale
her, in rising ecstasy, until precisely at the twelfth stroke, my lust
exploded in roaring crescendo!
and like a living sculpture, we remained in that lovelock,
my steampunk slut & I,
for the briefest eternity…
{in the poetry of erotica,
it is imperative
that the lovers orgasm
poetically}
Published 7th Apr 2015
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Anonymous
7th Apr 2015 10:42pm
of course they have to get off poetically. only way to do it!
this was a lovely little scene, feddeler. much like.
this was a lovely little scene, feddeler. much like.
Anonymous
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7th Apr 2015 10:54pm
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"for the briefest eternity..." cum poetically indeed. A very arousing write. Thank you.
8th Apr 2015 00:49am
Ya know Johnny u just flood my emotions every time!
Your talent is so supreme!!!
loved this!!!
I'll be back for a second read...
Loves you Johnny Rotten!
Zazzles xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Your talent is so supreme!!!
loved this!!!
I'll be back for a second read...
Loves you Johnny Rotten!
Zazzles xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
8th Apr 2015 3:41am
Great story telling, but to be honest for some reason this one didn't blow my skirt up like your stuff always does and I can't place a finger on it. Given my mood it's probably just me... ;)
Anonymous
8th Apr 2015 6:39am
Steampunk Erotica. . .Hmm, now there's something you don't read every day. Loved the title, and vivid imagery. Devlin.
"and like a living sculpture, we remained in that lovelock"... poetically orgasmic flow indeed coming to the stillmoment of eternity, however brief, that was btfl JF!
8th Apr 2015 1:47pm
if i close my eyes, i can see Rin or Kate at an alternative history shoot...
... steller work Mister Feddeler
... steller work Mister Feddeler
8th Apr 2015 5:41pm
This made me smile, John. Personally, I would have run away...but it's a good thing you stayed to the end. Ha! Love this.
8th Apr 2015 6:50pm
You wouldn't happen to have the address and phone number of this bordello?
Purely for research of course into the sins of the lustful fellow!
Loved every word my friend well done.
Purely for research of course into the sins of the lustful fellow!
Loved every word my friend well done.
9th Apr 2015 6:28am
Anonymous
9th Apr 2015 3:04pm
I echo the praise from everyone else so far. An intriguing read.
Nice work,as always John
Nice work,as always John
10th Apr 2015 1:48pm
"her darkly
circled eyes & stoic features nearly convincing me that she may have
been a key-wound doll made of springs & transistors."
brilliant steampunk erotica! I think this might be in a niche of its own! There's nothing you can't simmer under your passionate ink! Love it!
circled eyes & stoic features nearly convincing me that she may have
been a key-wound doll made of springs & transistors."
brilliant steampunk erotica! I think this might be in a niche of its own! There's nothing you can't simmer under your passionate ink! Love it!
13th Apr 2015 3:05am
Wow, that was definitely a hot and wonderfully written read. I think I was too drawn in by the descriptions to get turned on but that is just fine! Nice job!
Anonymous
20th Apr 2015 7:11pm
Wow...just wow!
