Little Red Riding Hood wasn’t the sweet innocent she is written about in fairy tales passed down from one generation to the next. This is the real story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf. Little Red Riding Hood was a little foxy lady of 21. She knew how to vamp, be a tramp with all the woodsmen, trolls and elves in the forest that lead to her...
(continued from section 1) (In the first section, I teased with my buddy's girlfriend, and got her to agree to a bet...a bet that I was determined to win.) * I separated her pink inner lips with my nose, and making my tongue wide and flat, I gave her several long, firm, slow licks the length of her slit, starting at the skin between her pussy and ass and...
The short puffs of my breath condensing in the chilly night air gave away the sense of excitement I'd been trying to contain all afternoon and evening. I walked briskly to the block of the parking garage where my wife's car was parked. I'd to vandalize her new Beamer that afternoon by disconnecting a few wires. Then, I calmly rode the elevator up to her of...
I've driven up from the airport in New York and arrive at five that afternoon. You don't know that I'm coming. I find a way into your house. From our conversations on Messenger I know you're at work. I have a few things with me and quickly find your room. I prepare it and myself and look for a place to conceal myself. Shortly after six I hear a car downstair...
There was a tension between them. They were friends, yet they had never met. They exchanged sensual, if not downright graphic emails, which evolved to daily texts, which then turned into weekly chats via phone. The conversations heated up with each phone call and soon they were full on phone sex sessions, with one or both of them cumming over the phone after...
It was getting late. We had to tear ourselves away from the bar, and get to the BART train, before they stopped letting people into the system. I paid the bar tab, grabbed your hand and we headed out the swinging doors. Even though its 1:00am, the weather is fantastic, still very warm. We walk the short block to the BART station and get on the escalator. I s...
It's a regular night, nothing new or different, and I'm just getting off the 'Hound' bus. You're in the parking lot unexpectedly, waiting for me. When our eyes meet you incline your head slightly, turn and walk away. I know that you want me to follow you. I do. You lead me to a darkened lonely corner between the depot and the mall next door where you've par...
The night was well lit by the full moon, the mountains were ominous and imposing. His hands roamed over her body and wound into her hair. Ensnaring her great raven mane within the firm grasp of his fist. He turned her around so her back was to his chest, pulling her closer to massive frame. His left hand captured both her wrists and held them tight at the sm...
I was walking to my car dressed in my work clothes. Nothing special really, just jeans that hugged in all the right places, a form fitted black collared shirt and my hair up in a ponytail. It was ten-thirty, another frustrating late close, and I'd taken my time getting to my car so I was the last in the parking lot. As I reached into my purse and grab my k...
Vivian is a very beautiful and sensuous African-American woman who is older than she looks. Although she is 50 years old, Vivian looks to be in her mid-30's. The last time I called on her, she was very glad to see me, as I was to see her, and our greetings to each other included considerable hugging and kissing. Then we headed for the bedroom because we both...