Under the Dome: Lesbian Steampunk
I watched Rip working a wrench on the factory floor. All I wanted was to touch her magnificent shoulders. Her arm pivoted as she tightened a bolt. With each plunge of the wrench, shadows cut into her flesh as muscle tightened under pressure. An eruption of lines and veins flowed down the smooth skin of her arm, followed by sweat.
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On the wall of the stable hung coal shovels, a hayfork, and rakes. A large drill with a broken bit had a thick cobweb holding it to the wall. The breeching of a harness hung in disuse, its leather cracked and peeling. Sticks and considerable stones littered the ground near the door. My mind tried to fashion everything I saw as if I were a cobbler for feminine pleasure. Nothing seemed right. Not until I noticed the tip of a dusty milk bottle peeking from under a horse stall.
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She kisses me with deliberation, her lips rubbing across mine, as if trying to pleasure every nerve. After she accustoms my mouth to her caresses, she moves down my neck, and her lawless touches speed my heart. I live for these secret afternoons, when an infidelity to reality becomes my only freedom, for I can imagine a better world than this perfect one.
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The elixir had helped generations abandon their gritty reality in favor of symbol, imagination, and dreams. It was no less for us. She was a camera seeking scenes. I was a widow at a grave. Like Percival avoiding the healing questions, we talked and read, and our days together were a collage of impersonations.
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We kissed hesitantly, and she trembled until our awkward touches evolved into an intoxicated harmony of appetites. Her lips clenched mine, and her warm breaths caressed my cheek. I pressed my lips to hers and then spread her mouth to taste her moisture. She slowly dropped to the ground and I followed, until we lay together in the sand some distance from the ocean.
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Under the Dome.
Passion has nothing to do with animals.
(In Steam-Powered: Lesbian Steampunk Stories, Torquere Press. Ed. Joselle Vanderhooft.)
Adventures of a Lesbian Cowboy.
Wherein Mr. Charlie Bluff Captures a Murderer in Rawlins and Earns the Favors of Miss Pretty Delaney.
(In Lesbian Cowboys, Cleis Press. Eds. Sacchi Green and Rakelle Valencia. This awesome anthology, of which I was part, won Lambda Literary Award 2010.)
About Me.
(In Wild Nights: (Mostly) True Stories of Women Who Love Women, Bella Books. Ed. Therese Szymanski.)
My Dark and Empty Sky.
What if science tried to free us from prejudice?
(In CREAM: The Best of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, Thunders Mouth Press. Ed. Lisabet Sarai.)
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