Little Red Riding Hood has lived in the same village her entire life. She has become somewhat of a legend in her hometown, due to her signature red coat. She has always kept one wrapped around her when she ventures out into the town, since she was a child. Now as a young adult, she continues the tradition. Every Saturday she takes a care package full of goo...
"There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer." -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela's mouth before she realized what she was saying and hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. Nicolas wiped his mouth with a red-checked napkin and raised an eyebro...
It was Tuesday night, so the NCO club wasn't crowded. Spinner walked in and ordered a beer at the bar, then sat down at a booth in the back. He wanted to get away from the bright light, away from the loud music and the rest of the world. More than anything, he hoped alcohol could erase or at least dilute what had happened on his last shift. Just as he starte...
“Why are people stupid enough to fuck with things that don’t belong to them?” he claimed loudly. Zia sat there holding the boards tight and peeked up at me as his voice carried into the tavern. I knew he was talking about those of us in the tavern he said it loud enough so that we could all here. I thought our previous chat had gone pretty well so I was rat...
Best to read Chapters 1 and 2 first. Many thanks for your messages. And for your support and help: you know who you are! Hope you all enjoy this. * 1 Red opened her eyes, sleepsoft. Sandy was gazing directly into them, warm sparkles, a smile curling the edges of his mouth. He bent to kiss her: Good morning my dear. Did you sleep well? Oh what a lovely sm...
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-...
After eight years of living in the top floor apartment of a three deck urban house, Red and Maggie Arnold were spending their first evening in their own suburban home. It was a small home but it was theirs; theirs and the banks, that is. Rent payments were replaced with mortgage payments; instead of all utilities paid, they had to pay all their own utilities...
Mike Sighed. He rolled over to make sure his wife was asleep. She was out like a light. He didn't know what it was, but she didn't feel like having sex as much as she used to. So, Mike snuck out of their bedroom and down to the office to turn on the computer. As he waited for the computer to boot up, his thoughts drifted to an instance of sex that amazed him...
(a fictional story about fictional characters) * It had been a rough twelve months for Red Foreman, but through all the trials and tribulations there had been one constant: his totally devoted, loving wife Kitty. He had struggled working for his idiot neighbor, Bob Pinciotti, at his appliance store after the plant had shut down. For one thing, Red was us...
Red's mother had asked if she could deliver a basket of goodies to her sick grandmother whom happened to live in the heart of the forest that sat not far from the edge of town. Of course she had said yes. She loved visiting her dear grandmother. In fact, at one time she would visit her grandmother so much, the older woman had made her a red hooded cloak for...