The Red Shoes (Fantasy & Fetish #2)

WARNING! This 6,200 word
short story contains ADULT THEMES and GRAPHIC SEXUAL LANGUAGE. ADULTS ONLY!!

EXCERPT:
Greta was encompassed in warmth and light. Glancing down, she
saw that her white dress glowed and the air before her shimmered. Slowly, hand
outstretched, she took another step, then another.
The circle of warm air
around her disappeared, and she found herself standing in the middle of a street
cast in an eerie light, as if from bright moonlight. Though she saw no source
for the light, it seemed to concentrate on a building straight ahead, and as if
her shoes had a mind of their own, they carried her in that direction.
The
building was nondescript; old, decrepit, something that was likely awaiting
demolition. Yet, the music she had heard before encountering the strange, warm
vortex grew louder as she approached. The sense of warmth and pleasure in
Greta’s body seemed to grow as she came closer. She pressed a hand to her chest,
her throat, her cheeks, and was startled to feel beads of sweat there. The
sensation spread downwards, and with embarrassment, she realized she was
beginning to feel a sensual ache between her thighs. As she climbed the steps of
the building, she thought she felt a bit of moisture forming there…
The music
was louder now, but Greta could still hear voices above the sound. Voices and
other noises. It sounded like...
“Sex,” she breathed.
She paused outside
the door, hand stretched toward the handle. The building seemed to pulse with a
nearly palpable sexual energy. Her fingertips touched the wrought iron handle,
wrapped around it.
Greta’s back arched as spasms of pleasure wracked her
body. Warmth turned to incredible heat that radiated through every part of
her.
Oh my god, what is happening to me? Greta wondered, even as another
convulsion hit her. Fear and awe warred within her. I have to get out of
here...