Welcome to the worlds of Aiden Paine. In these pages you will find kinky erotica with a focus on character, worldbuilding, and masochistic women who put themselves in Situations while knowing full well they'll wish they hadn't.
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Found Wanting
In Sexy Hell there is neither fire nor brimstone; that stuff is so tenth-century... and more to the point, so boring. What's the point of making a sinner scream monotonously for a few days and then go catatonically insane? The modern, forward-looking People's Republic of Hell demands much more entertainment from its mortals than that; a broken toy is no fun - and it is really amazing how long one can keep a mortal unbroken, if the tortures are applied judiciously, paying attention to the mortal's kinks, and with a little bit of aftercare.
And besides, some of the devils say, is not Hell in rebellion against the Creator? And are not the sinners, likewise, those who broke the dictates of Heaven? To break a toy is a misfortune. To break an ally, at the behest of one's enemy - that is the act of a fool.
The Fall: A Dark Fantasy Afterlife
"We don't burn sinners any more, but this is still Hell. Consent is... not our specialty."
Justine was a good person... or so she thought. A wife, a mother, a librarian; she didn't even cheat on her taxes, much less her husband. But the overworked bureaucracy of the afterlife didn't care about any of that. When her burned-out recording angel sends her to Hell anyway, she finds something even more terrifying than eternal fire: A Hell tailored to her own secret desires. Her infernal case worker is Asmodea, a devil of breathtaking beauty and chilling intelligence, and she has read Justine's case file with care. She knows about the one fantasy Justine has kept buried, the one shameful, thrilling thought that has haunted her dreams for years. Now, in a world without mortal consequences, Asmodea intends to give Justine the punishment she's always dreamed of.
After being welcomed to Hell according to the script of her own dark imagination - overpowered, stripped, and taken in moonlight - Justine must navigate the gaslit streets of Infernal London, the political undercurrents of Asmodea's mansion, and adjusting to an afterlife which does not run on consent. And to the fact that her own body isn't entirely certain it wants to be in charge of her sex afterlife.
The Fall contains dark sex, several damnable puns, character growth, extremely heretical theology, moderately unrealistic masochism, infernal paperwork, and the literal Powers of Hell.
The Race: Run For Your Afterlife
"There will be an inspector. You will look afraid, not eager. You will not look like you are enjoying this."
Justine is getting used to damnation. A Hell with no fire and brimstone isn't so bad; and her infernal case worker Asmodea believes in punishments tailored to the sinner. For Justine, that means her darkest fantasies come to afterlife, in a sensual submission she would never have dared ask for... or admit to enjoying.
But the People's Republic of Hell does not torment its inmates purely to amuse ladies of wealth and taste. Heaven demands that sinners be punished, and needs must when angels drive. To avoid reassignment to a harsher mistress, Justine must satisfy the stern inspection of the warrior angel Camael and convince him that she is truly suffering. To encourage her acting skills, Asmodea enters her in the Race, a hunt through the dark forest owned by the monstrous Belial, ex-Duke of Hell.
The ancient devil, who terrifies even Asmodea, has declared his intention to claim Justine for his prize - and in his forest, his will is law. Yet Justine cannot help feeling pride as well as fear in becoming the chosen prey of a being older than the human race. Publicly displayed in her skin-tight uniform, Justine discovers the primal thrill of being breathlessly chased through the hellish woods. As the hunters close in, she will need all her wits about her, for the rules of the Race are clear: Every sinner for themselves - and devil take the hindmost.
The Race is a novella of supernatural, character-driven erotica containing dark fantasies, infernal pun-ishments, sexy devils, troll problems, even more heretical theology, and highly problematic warrior angels. Handle with care.
The Work: No Idle Hands in the Afterlife
"People love a newbie who's all nervous but trying hard, maybe in over her head, but she has to deal even if she's crying and wishing she didn't, right? You should totally go for the leaderboard!"
Justine was damned because her recording angel was petty and overworked; but many of her fellow sinners are in Hell for good reason. When Lady Asmodea orders her to serve the afternoon shift at the ammunition factory, on her knees, she finds out how cruel ordinary human men can be - no devils required.
But Justine has her pride, and no intention of meekly submitting to every blue-collared worker who thinks he has earned a bonus. When one of her clients messes with the gag that keeps her safe for work, she takes the bit between her teeth and demonstrates how quickly a librarian can learn wrath. She may have some catching up to do before she's no longer the least sinful of the damned, but sloth is not one of her vices. And between lust, envy, and the devilish smile Asmodea wields as precisely as her whip, Justine fully intends to make the best of damnation.
Her defiance earns her a public whipping next to Greta, a repentant Nazi whose greed led to a sentence even she agrees is well deserved. Justine's isn't; but she discovers that she has a gluttonous appetite for winning, even if the prize is only to be the best damned sinner in Hell, and the competition is to display the most erotic agony under the lash. For, as she discovers when her guardian angel Valeria arrives with a belated offer of grace, Hell is not cruel for its own sake. The Work of Hell is to build the power that will overthrow the Throne, and all power comes ultimately from the crack of a whip. Nude, used, and exhilarated with victory, Justine is forced to make a crucial choice between the ease of unearned bliss or the dignity of hard work.
Whatever afterlife she sides with, one thing is clear: In the People's Republic of Hell there are no idle hands. For if there were, the devils would soon put them to the Work.
The Work is a novel of supernatural, character-driven erotica, containing 64000 words of public nudity, competitive whipping, questionable workplace safety, infernal economics, divine philosophy, inhuman arithmetic, devilish employers, and angels who are not afraid to put their perfect bodies on the line for the right cause.
Axiora Days
An alternate universe where "my body, my choice" is taken seriously. Abortion is legal; so are drugs, prostitution, and body modding. Medical regulation, on the other hand, is not legal. If you can imagine it, and pay for it, you can get it. And caveat emptor.
Feast of the Lamps: A Revolutionary Breathplay Story
"They will strip you first, of course. Aristos hang naked."
Two hundred years ago the streets of Marseille rang with the revolutionary chant, Les aristocrates à la lanterne - "aristocrats to the lamp-posts!" And in the kinky twenty-first century, the cry rings out again on every Bastille Day, when the citizens celebrate the Fête des Lanternes. All along the Rue de la Republique the brave aristo volunteers stand ready to entertain the crowd with their dance in the noose, while the stern-faced Revolutionary Guards ensure that the erotic breathplay remains fun for all involved.
Catherine is an American exchange student eager to explore the exotic cultures of Europe. Her room-mate Marie is her native guide to the festival's literally breathless passion. Together, they enjoy enacting restrictions on the breathing privileges of the handsome aristo volunteer, Edouard, admiring his sweating struggle in the hot July sun. But the festival does not reach its height until the cool evening breeze sweeps in from the harbor, and the revolutionary mobs - including Marie's dangerously attractive ex - hunt through the streets for fugitive aristos to drag à la lanternes. As the lamps are lit all across Marseille, Catherine has to answer the question in Marie's dark eyes - which side of this passionate revolutionary game does she truly want to join?
The Feast of the Lamps is a novella of literary erotica containing breathplay, public nudity, revolutionary fervor, historical inaccuracies, stereotyped French accents, lanterns, fake aristocrats, and at least one pun.
Mari's Room
"Imagine a scientist who lives her whole life in a black-and-white room. She studies optics and neurology. She knows the wavelength of red light and how the brain processes it. She knows everything about the color red. Except for what it feels like."
Mari is a professor of criminology; her subject is the same as her secret fantasy: Rape. Forcible, unwanted sex with a stranger, leaving her feeling used, dirty, and deeply satisfied. She intended to interview Logan about the crime that put him behind bars for eight years; instead, she invites him into her bed for a taste of the dark side. But Logan, for all his bulk and tattoos, isn't willing to be a one-night bit of rough trade. He demands that Mari take him seriously, and admit what she wants.
When she does, Logan points her to his old cellmate Turen, who bragged about being able to force women even in a prison cell. Logan doesn't believe a word of it, and neither does Mari... but she's intrigued enough to go speak with him; if nothing else he'll make an interesting case study. But when she steps into Turen's conference room, and trap, she'll learn all about her subject up close and personal.
Mari's Room is a 42000-word novella of character-driven, nonconsensual erotica, containing dubious decisions, violent fantasies, philosophical thought experiments, dangerous data gathering, differences between theory and practice, eerily polite convicts, and a researcher who gets far too close to her subject.
A Stroll in the Park
"They had me on my back, pinned down. And no, I didn't come. Weird, right? It's almost like the rapists didn't care whether I had a good time."
Fian fantasizes about it, dreams about it, masturbates to it... but the real thing is nothing like she imagined. When she steps onto the gravel path of the sketchiest park in the city, her pulse races with fear and excitement; her skirt is barely there and she is bare underneath it. The warm summer air is a caress all over her skin, and every rustle of the leaves thrills along her nerves: Is someone there?
When she steps out again into the city streets, disheveled and used, she knows: Yes, someone was there. And she also knows how much she's willing to pay for her dark thrill... and that it's worth every awful moment.
A Stroll in the Park contains dark nonconsensual erotica, graphic sex scenes, bad decisions, and occasional dubious humor.
Short Stories
Stories short enough that the setting is not very important although most of them technically take place in Axiora.Honeyed Sting
"I know it's crazy, but that's the rule today. Sorry, I don't make the rules I just know what they are."
When you keep bees, sweet honey is paid for in stings. Theresa accepts them as the price of doing business, but she doesn't go looking for pain; she leaves that to her husband Mark, who enjoys the sting of her hairbrush as much as the honey from her hives.
But sometimes, even a queen can wonder what it's like to submit to the swat. Not in her clever hands, not even her slender shapely ass, but... there, in her most secret place. What is it like to be stung in the center of her sexuality? Gathering all her courage, she asks her husband to explore her fantasy... and finds a darkly erotic buzz in the hum of anticipation and the deliciously intimate sting of the bee.
Honeyed Sting is steamy married erotica with deep emotion, profound power exchange, and intense sensation play. And bees.
Letters from the Edge
"Why does it make me so wet when it's so horrifying?"
Touring Europe to promote her latest book, Laila writes erotic letters to her husband Hamar, keeping their sex life alive with words until they can do so in the flesh. But when Hamar teases that her naked-in-public fantasy is curiously vanilla for the author of so many horror stories, he has no idea what he's about to unleash. Piqued by his challenge, Laila unleashes her real kinky imagination, a realm of unbridled darkness whose flames make the paper she writes on scorch around the edges. And Hamar, shocked but also thrilled at his wife's courage, matches her beat for beat as they explore the shadows of her mind together.
Letters from the Edge is an epistolary BDSM romance containing imagined torture, nonconsensual sex, snuff fantasies, breath play, and extreme cruelty.
Controlled Release
"Yeah, that makes a lot of sense actually. Why don't you drink that glass of water for me? Let's both play, and see where it goes."
Yesterday Riven spotted her boyfriend's laptop left open on his desk, and snooped what he had been browsing. She should have been shocked - and maybe she was a little; but that's not who she wants to be. She wants to be cool and open-minded and able to at least talk about her boyfriend's kinks. Even if they involve drinking a lot of water and... not being allowed to do anything about it. And what's the worst that could possibly happen, if she even... tried it? Just to see what it's like?
Controlled Release is a sweetly wholesome novella about exploring kinks, accepting turn-ons, and deepening relationships. It also contains a surprising amount of pee going into tight jeans.