Today (actually yesterday), I wrote a story based off of and including eight randomly generated words. The story took a very odd turn.
So here are the eight words:
bucket ~ first on the bucket list!
miniature~ yay! cute things!
summon~ the first thing I think of is an exorcism.
herbs~ pickle, pineapple, strawberry!
beg~ so it’s gonna be about a poor street rat.
shoes ~ red heels have such a lovely aesthetic to them.
purring~ meow, meow.
seduce ~ I’m going to have fun with this one!
It’s Kind of like Cinderella!
“Oh, Maria!” Kara’s cheeks lowered into a fiery bliss, “Look at these new shoes!”
Maria watched her go tap tap with her heels in moonlight, enjoying the sliding reflection on the tips, but even more so the toes tucked inside them. She sighed hollowly; the sight of her feet was enough to seduce her.
Cautiously, Maria took her hands and brushed them against the shoe, noting the pure quality of plastic but also the mere millimeter she was away from touching Kara’s ankles. She could feel herself heating up already, desire welling up in her veins. All she would have to do is lower the bucket.
“Do you like them?” Kara purred softly.
Maria blinked twice. Surely she was imagining things, since her friend never was this appealing before. Was it her perfect feet summoning her? Those baby-like miniature red nails?
“It’s nice,” was all Maria managed to say.
It was as if the stars of Paris, France were ready to supernova in her chest. Her thumb teetered on the edge of the plastic just about ready to touch Kara’s skin, to build a portal to unlimited toe grazing. Oh my, Maria thought in pleasure, I just need to move my finger! Why won’t it move!
Kara stepped away to look at the stars above them, grinning, “It’s so pretty out here.”
Maria’s hands clenched the brick bench she was sitting on, a cold, hard floor to bring her back to reality. Still, the girl hoped, taking on this idiom she learned recently, If it’s called being between a rock and a hard place, where is the rock? The flame of desire didn’t go out yet; Maria would do anything to touch those feet.
For some odd reason, Kara’s voice seemed more poetic rather than the usual squeal, “I know this is weird, but can you…” A clumsy poet begging for money, but the nonetheless, she continued, “give me your…”
“What?” Maria questioned. Did she want to swap shoes? Jackpot!
“…Your feet?” Kara’s face beamed bright pink, “Please! I know it’s weird! I just want to touch them, maybe take a picture? Just for a bit!” she begged.
A new fresh-herb confidence waded over Maria as she kicked off her tennis shoes, stomping to her goal. She gently took off her friend’s heels, placing them on the cement, making sure to caress the undersides of her toenails while she was at it. Kara gave her private smile, urging her to go ahead.