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If you think kindness is Punk, you might like my Sapphic Punk Superhero comic Silver & Gold.

It's gay, it's got magic & it's hopeful.
I hope it brings you some meaning.

Please check it out here! globalcomix.com/c/silver-gold



Cause we’re punk rockers, yes we are 🎶

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#LesFicFri "RELAX"

She wondered whether she should ask permission, but Polly had not pulled away. Veronica closed the gap and her lips tingled as they touched Polly’s. The feeling was, in its uniqueness, as stimulating as when Polly had stroked her nipples.

Even though it was dark she closed her eyes and pushed her lips harder against Polly’s. Their noses touched side by side. The tenseness went out of Polly and she relaxed into Veronica’s embrace. Her arms encircled her mistress in return.

Then Polly’s lips separated, and they were pressed so tight hers could only follow suit. Veronica breathed Polly’s breath.

She could barely contain herself, she desperately wanted to moan but dared not in case Mr Plumley heard them. What would he think if he knew? The thought excited her.

From THE SHAPE OF VERONICA by Stephanie Bull (a pen-name of Steve Turnbull, from Book 1 of VERONICA’S LIFE)

E.J. Tett has a new FF paranormal book out: Locke & Co.

Immortal Allery Locke has been tasked with finding the key that opens doors to other dimensions. Find it and hand it over to the wardens for destruction. There’s only one problem—the key is a woman. Whenever the key—Deni—opens a door, it allows monsters, demons, and all ...

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#LesFicFri "DANGER"

Ursula approached the side of the bed. She reached out, then pulled her hand back as if it had been burned. “Oh!”

Polly stirred and moved her arm, which pulled the sheet down and exposed her breasts.

Veronica swallowed her mouthful of breakfast. “There’s a Faraday device under the bed, that’s what you felt. It’s harmless.”

Ursula’s eyes flicked up at Veronica and she nodded. Breakfast was temporarily forgotten as Veronica watched to see Ursula’s response to Polly and her nakedness.

At first Ursula simply tested the Faraday effect, letting her fingers go in and out, getting used to it. Once confident there was no danger, she stretched out and shook Polly by the shoulder.

“Wake up, Pol, Mrs Jenkins is on the rampage!”

Polly sat bolt upright, dishevelled and confused.

From THE TASTE OF VERONICA by Stephanie Bull (a pen-name of Steve Turnbull, from Book 2 of VERONICA’S LIFE)

A Spooky Victorian Mystery

London 1881. Two older women, lovers living off their spiritualist scam; a beautiful young Lady lost in grief; and a powerful man concealing a hideous crime. Can this outsider couple stop a murder?

Joyful news. I started on this book in 2021 and THE CROOKED MEDIUM’s GUIDE TO MURDER now exists as a final text. I will self-publish in the autumn and this feels massive. And the first advance comments are excellent.

#bookstodon #books# writing #sapphic #Victorian

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#TimeTravelAuthors 06/28 Balance
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 14

Fallen Angel

Josephine’s act ended, and Ghost sat there, stunned. More than the godlike dancing, it was the joy on Mademoiselle Baker’s face—mischievous, radiant, pure puckish abandon—that stayed with Ghost.

“Would you like to meet the goddess in person?” Countess’s voice broke the spell.

A juggler had taken the stage, balancing a plate on their nose while juggling three balls. The shift was as jarring as vaudeville following Shakespeare at the Globe. Ghost nodded, still too dazzled to trust her voice.

Countess drained her Champagne and snubbed her cigarette in the empty glass, where it briefly sizzled. “Shall we go?” she said softly. The veil had fallen again; red gems sparkled where once were crimson lips and pale skin.

She threaded unsteadily through the tables where tipsy revelers sat, pieces of costume strewn around them. Tinsel clung to her like cosmic threads, a fallen star personified, cast down but radiant still. Voices called out her name: La Comtesse de Pougy, La Duchesse de Gramont, even Madame la Comtesse. She nodded to each with gracious indifference, letting every title stand.

“Who was this woman?” Ghost wondered. The veil was only the beginning—a symbol of an identity woven from shadow. Not even her familiars agreed on her name. The dark hints she dropped made her think perhaps she was someone even older and more sinister than any of them realized. Or perhaps they ignored her subtle hints.

“Madame la Comtesse,” the stage doorman greeted us. “Here to see Mademoiselle Baker? This way, she is expecting you.”

“How are the kids, Louis?” Countess’s voice shifted; no trace of Hungarian remained. It rang with the false warmth of a politician: hearty, too familiar.

“Well, Madame. They were grateful for the gifts.”

“Good. Here is the door we can see ourselves in. Tell the wife I say hi.”

The man hurried back to his station, a smile on his face.

The Countess looked after him, and then in her Hungarian-heavy French asked me, “Do you hate kids too?”

She lit one of her black cigarettes, waiting for an answer that never came, and finally added, “Loathsome creatures. On God’s great balance wheel, less than rats.”

#LesbianHistory

Liane de Pougy: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liane_de
Élisabeth de Gramont: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89li

en.wikipedia.orgLiane de Pougy - Wikipedia