LGBTQIA+ fiction with happy endings
The lovely K.S. Trenten is visiting today for #QueerBlogWed, with an excerpt from her story “At Her Service.” You can read the whole tale in Once Upon a Rainbow, Volume Two published by NineStar Press!
Dancing to her true desire. Nothing is what is seems when enchantment is involved.
Me, Cinders, go to a ball? I’d much rather stroke my mistress’s bony feet, tickling those exquisite, protruding ankles of hers. Magic whisks me away in spite of my hesitation to a night of lights, dancing, and mystery. Whirl across the floor with me as I reveal my true heart’s desire, for nothing is what it seems where enchantment, fairy godmothers, and princes are concerned.
“Those are the slippers I want,” my lady said.
Those were always the slippers she wanted. Sometimes she wore the most uncomfortable things, especially when she was to attend a ball or party. It was as if she wanted herself to suffer. “Bring them to me.”
I bent over to fish her glass slipper out of the bits of scarf.
Once I had it, I tried to extricate the other as gently as I could from the tangled sleeves of another pair of gowns.
When I had both slippers in hand, I walked over to my mistress’s chair.
“You know what to do,” she said, her voice strangely husky.
Of course. This little ritual of putting on her slippers had become second nature to me.
I kneeled, right before my mistress’s feet.
I didn’t dare look at her face, but I could stare at her ankles as long as I wished.
They were bony, but the shape of the protruding bone was exquisite.
Every time I looked at it, I wanted to run my fingers over it.
The glass slipper was too small for her foot. I had to work her flesh into the shoe.
It was an art I’d managed to perfect over the years.
Stroking the arch of her foot, I slid her toes into the slipper.
The flesh shivered at my touch, so it wiggled its way into the shoe’s interior.
Once it was there, I tickled her heel, so it quivered its way into the back of the slipper.
It was a service no other maid could provide. I was the only one capable of getting those glass slippers on my mistress’s feet.
It was why the Lady Ariella kept me around, even though I was a terrible servant.
K.S. Trenten lives in the South Bay area of California with her husband, two cats, and a host of characters in her imagination, all clamouring for her attention. To get to know those characters (and the writer who created them), go here…
The Cauldron of Eternal Inspiration at inspirationcauldron.wordpress.com
The Forbidden Cauldron at inspirationcauldron.blogspot.com (Facebook disapproved)
The Cauldron Keeper at cauldronkeeper.livejournal.com
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/author/kstrenten
Nine Star Press Author Page: https://ninestarpress.com/authors/k-s-trenten/
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