Dancing Shoes
Description
WARNING: This is an erotic short story for ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen and the story contains scenes of oral sex and penetration
Featuring erotic juicy scenes, this paranormal,shapeshifter erotika story is guaranteed to keep you glued to your Kindle like nothing else!
Synopsis
Since splitting up with her cheating fiancé, Ella has developed a bit of a shoe fetish. She spends all her money purchasing the most exquisite pairs of shoes in an attempt to alleviate some of the boredom she feels. After succumbing to a beautiful hand made pair, Ella starts to experience strange goings on, hallucinations and sexual feelings which she just can’t explain. They can’t have anything to do with the shoes? Can they?
Excerpt
Ella grinned. "Now there's an idea!” She was still giggling to herself as she left. That is so not going to happen, she thought as she passed the two enormous muscle bound guys on the door. They are just so not my type! Her thoughts drifted to what kind of man was her type. Darren had been her type for two years, until she'd found that he obviously preferred girls who weren’t quite as trusting as her. Girls who liked to steal other girls' partners. She pushed those thoughts away, replacing them with an image of the guy in the shoe shop. Such a strange place for him to work. He looked as though he should be an artist or something. No, maybe a writer. Hmmm really she had no idea what he should be. He was manly, strong but with an underlying sensitivity. She could tell. The way he really seemed interested in all his customers. The way he smiled, his attentiveness. They all melded together to make the perfect man.
Featuring erotic juicy scenes, this paranormal,shapeshifter erotika story is guaranteed to keep you glued to your Kindle like nothing else!
Synopsis
Since splitting up with her cheating fiancé, Ella has developed a bit of a shoe fetish. She spends all her money purchasing the most exquisite pairs of shoes in an attempt to alleviate some of the boredom she feels. After succumbing to a beautiful hand made pair, Ella starts to experience strange goings on, hallucinations and sexual feelings which she just can’t explain. They can’t have anything to do with the shoes? Can they?
Excerpt
Ella grinned. "Now there's an idea!” She was still giggling to herself as she left. That is so not going to happen, she thought as she passed the two enormous muscle bound guys on the door. They are just so not my type! Her thoughts drifted to what kind of man was her type. Darren had been her type for two years, until she'd found that he obviously preferred girls who weren’t quite as trusting as her. Girls who liked to steal other girls' partners. She pushed those thoughts away, replacing them with an image of the guy in the shoe shop. Such a strange place for him to work. He looked as though he should be an artist or something. No, maybe a writer. Hmmm really she had no idea what he should be. He was manly, strong but with an underlying sensitivity. She could tell. The way he really seemed interested in all his customers. The way he smiled, his attentiveness. They all melded together to make the perfect man.
