I woke from my morning nap with a start. It happens a lot when I sleep out in the open in the woods. Though it was quiet, I always jolt myself awake, partly due to the guilt I still harbor over what I did to Snow White so many years ago. Thankfully, the only sounds around me were the bird songs and some bleating from a doe that was in obvious heat and was...
A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Little Red Riding Hood checked her reflection in the mirror and smiled. I sure am one hot mama! Her full breasts were nearly spilling out of her dress but the soft red cape with the hood covered her nicely. That way, she could still be sexy without being perceived as a loose girl. She skipped down the stairs and was gr...
I squeezed her ass cheeks under her red skirt as I pulled her to me with each thrust. She was holding onto the wall behind her as I drilled my cock in and out of the little red slut. With each thrust came an intense scream that just drove me on to fuck her harder and harder. I could not believe I was doing this, fucking this little slut right behind the bar-...
So It is the year 2020 and things are going fine. On the run-up to this year, everyone was joking about a new flue like a virus in China that shared its name with a make of Beer. The Coronavirus or COVID 19. It was all fun and games until it started spreading out of China as tourists brought it back to countries such as Italy. You were concerned but hoped it...
In a land far away and long. long ago there in a small village close by the great wood there lived a girl called Elaine. She lived with her step mother who was surprisingly, and against all the odds in a fairy tale, not wicked. Elaine, and many of the local woodcutters did notice however that her step mother had a wicked grin and equally wicked curves whic...
I'm Lilly and I love Halloween, especially this Halloween where I was invited to a costume party at my Grandma's house. I already have my costume on and looked forward to the treats and to the party. This year, I'm dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. Though I may not meet a wolf, but I might meet a hunky bad boy. I was walking to my house and then this guy wa...
They call me the Huntsman, but my real name is. . . . Well, it really doesn't matter what my real name is. That's not at all the point of this tale. Two days ago—I believe it was a Monday, but I can't be sure as I tend to lose track of time when I'm in the woods—I was on my way to Riding Hood's house. Her grandmother was apparently gone and word was out amo...
This is a companion piece to The Hills Are Alive... We revisit our heroine Trish as she tries to find a way to top that adventure. It isn't necessary to have read that piece, but she has a habit of being bad like this. She seeks thrill, danger and excitement. Don't judge her, at least she shares her stories. After the amazing adventure in the mountains...
Our neighbor’s Halloween party last month was one that I shall never forget. The theme was dressing for a fairy tale, so my husband wore a furry wolf costume, and I wore a very provocative Red Riding Hood costume. It was made of red satin, with a full, flippy skirt that only went down to my mid-thigh, 4-inch red patent leather spike heels, and a red bodice t...
Little Red Riding Hood was bored almost out of her little red head. She was walking through the wood, headed to her grandmothers house. It wasn't because she wanted to go see her Grannie, it was because her parents were forcing her to go! She was carrying a basket filled with yummies for Grandma, just as she had done since she was six years old. Now she was...