Variation Upon a Fairy Tale (maybe nsfw) (1065 hits)
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Submitted by Ferretnose (View user info) at 2004-12-08 03:43:00 EST
If you actually sit there and read this whole tale, you may deduce that:
a)Red Riding Hood is my fave story
b)I am very hungry
c)And possibly randy
d)And can't get to sleep
e)and have been reading too many cheesy romance novels.
I will leave to your judgement whether erotica, fairy tales, and food can mix properly. Somehow it loses it's effectiveness without proper indention and so forth. And so, without further bullshit, here is my version of Red Riding Hood. You have been warned.
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In the young woman's little reed basket was some bitter yet effective liniment to soothe her Grandmother's aching joints. There were also a bottle of wine, dried fruits, and some sweet bread to give the old woman cheer in her confinement.
She cared not for Mother's warnings against strangers, old oaks and pixy sods. She knew this forest path as well as her own dooryard, and besides, it was rare to meet a stranger hereabouts. She walked along primly, tucking her shiny black hair into her lacy mobcap.
"Today," thought she, observing the swirling brown leaves blown by the autumn breeze, "Something exceeding strange is bound to happen. Why, I can smell it upon the wind!" She breathed deeply the scent of cinnamon and autumn apples. The busy sounds of the village were now becoming faint. In the clear air, the church bells proclaimed the hour of three.
She pulled up the hood of the scarlet cape that was her pride and joy. Only this morning, the village parson had commented piously on the unorthodox garment; he had proclaimed to her mother that this was too suggestive a color for a virtuous young lady. She cared little for his inclination; he was a lecherous man with a wandering eye, whose breath smelled unpleasantly of rancid meat and cabbage.
Under this cloak, she wore a woven brown skirt underlined by three frothy petticoats. The sleeve of her white cotton blouse puffed out sweetly like a pigeon's breast; her fleshy round bosoms rode high over her curvy waist. Stockinged ankles peeked out from under her skirts, with the buckles of her immaculate black shoes glinting in the waning sun.
She was delicious to look upon- as soft and ripe as a sun warmed peach, lips as red as berries against her lovely pale skin. She filled her simple garb as a cup overflowing with warm, spiced cider. To see her in dusky sunlight was to starve and be sated all at once.
As the prurient parson and the randy village gents already well knew, Red Riding Hood was a feast fit for wolf or king. In her innocence, she did not ken that all were champing at the bit to be the first to take a bite.
Away in the dusky shadows of the ancient wood, she spied a strange flickering light. "Perhaps it is an elf-candle," she said to herself, as she instantly forgot that leaving one's path in the forest can be most unlucky. Off the narrow, dusty trail she stepped without hesitation, and into the secret whisper of the trees she meandered oh, so far. The more she walked, the farther away the fairy light seemed. On and on she plodded, until she was quite tired, and terribly frightened to realize that the path was no longer visible. The sunlight was beginning to falter.
In a flurry of petticoats, she plopped down upon a downed tree and began to berate herself. Now she was beginning to cry.
"Why, whatever is the matter, my dear?" Inquired a deep and knowing voice from above. "Oh!" She cried, almond eyes widening in alarm as she looked up at the owner of the voice. There stood a man, the tallest she had ever seen, with a tiny bemused smile upon his handsome face. His hair was golden in the gloom, and his eyes were a deep and brooding shade of blue. He wore the garb of the seldom seen nobility, rich and fine with expert embroideries, certainly not woven by local tailors.
"Good Sir," she stammered, looking wildly about for a route of escape, "I seem to have strayed off the path... the sun fades. I must reach my Grandmother's house, or else... or else they will all be looking for me." In a rush, all of her Mother's warnings came back to her. Alone in the forest with a stranger, she was quite possibly in grave danger.
"Ah! But you seem to have hurt yourself, my sweet. Only allow me to assist you, and I shall show you the way back to yonder path." Indeed, she had cut her finger upon a splinter. He held out his large hand to her. She hesitated, and then accepted it warily. As she stood there, shivering like a gelatin, he raised her small hand to his lips, and kissed it gently. He also grinned wolfishly, with his very straight, very white teeth.
"What big teeth you have!" she gasped, as he licked the solitary drop of blood from her injured finger. "All the better to eat you with, my dear..." said he, nibbling her fingertips as if they were a delicacy. Now fear melded with an unknown emotion, one so strong that now she was flushed to the very tips of her toes. As his lips met hers, she was beyond resistance, and then she sagged limply against a great old elm.
Forward he came, pressing his hardened body against hers, kissing and nipping at her lovely white neck. He was growling quietly, and before she knew it, her precious red cloak was thrown, forgotten in the moss. She wondered if he would suddenly bite down hard, tearing her flesh like venison, but found that she almost did not care. He pulled at the laces of her bodice and soon her salmon pink nipples were perky in the chill.
The stranger rolled her rosy peaks as if they were grapes between his fingers and lips. She imagined that she was a sweet bit of taffy, pulled this way and that by a master confectioner. His hands found the hem of her skirt, and in a trice the lacy petticoats were up to her chin, between the stranger and his repast like frosting between cake layers.
Down he went, sampling her delectable thighs and plucking with his teeth the vanilla colored satin ribbons which held up her stockings. Then, he was up again, licking her lips and teasing her tongue in a manner most alarming! Indeed, he may have been the very devil himself. Devil, wolf, or man, she cared not, as long as he could give her whatever it was she needed to ease her newfound hunger.
Down, down the gnarled tree she slid, down to the tangled roots below; she was completely disheveled, but she was beyond caring what an indecent and bawdy picture she must have made there. He followed her down to the earth, and she found herself being stretched out upon her ample belly. Her blushing cheek was down in the dirt; she inhaled the smell of forest mast and heard the dry, crackling leaves crush beneath her dimpled knees.
Up flew her skirts again, and so she offered up to him her curvaceous and quivering bottom like a roast upon a platter. She would now gladly be his prey, a willing dinner in a moment. What a dish! What a treat! Ah, to serve such a hungry wolf!
In it slid, like a hot knife into firm butter, as her fleshy backside shook and rolled like ripples on the surface of a churn of thick cream. The sounds of this carnal feast filled the primeval forest, a slapping sound like a baker smacking bread dough. She had soil in her mouth, and did not notice, so rapturous was she.
Suddenly, our Red Riding Hood awoke from this lustful, lascivious dream. She had fallen asleep under the old elm, in her exhaustion and fear. But oh, the empty feeling inside! Tears, half of shame, half of longing, rolled down her blushing cheeks. She felt as if her sinful dream had been witnessed by the entire world, and yet... She gathered up her basket and cloak; she ran and ran, and ran some more; she somehow made her blundering journey back to the path in the almost complete darkness- just as we find ourselves running in the darkness, and somehow find our way.
From behind a mossy hill, a blue eyed wolf watched, and grinned his toothy grin.
"Little girls, this seems to say:
Never stop upon your way;
Never trust a stranger friend
No one knows how it will end.
As you're pretty, so be wise
Wolves may lurk in every guise
Now, as then, 'tis simple truth:
Sweetest tongue hides sharpest tooth."
-"The Company of Wolves"
User Reviews
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-12-08 18:02:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was really good...
Let's send it on the MRR one more time.
Submitted by Ferretnose (user info) at 2004-12-08 15:46:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-12-08 13:45:30 (#)
Ranking: 2
This is exactly what the original "Little Red Riding Hood" was supposed to be....a warning for the chaste and virgin against the impurity of sexual congress. Like all warnings, this one has the side-effect of creating lust for the very thing against which we are being warned.
You do me oh, so much honor, sir.
From the Charles Perrault version:
"From this short story easy we discern
What conduct all young people ought to learn
But above all, the growing ladies fair,
Whose orient blooms begin t'appear:
Who, beauties in the fragrant spring of age!
With pretty airs young hearts are apt t'engage."
F.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-12-08 13:45:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is exactly what the original "Little Red Riding Hood" was supposed to be....a warning for the chaste and virgin against the impurity of sexual congress. Like all warnings, this one has the side-effect of creating lust for the very thing against which we are being warned.
Submitted by whataefag (user info) at 2004-12-08 13:45:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
well done.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2004-12-08 13:39:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I can almost taste her...
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-12-08 13:06:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Oh, that's hot.
Do another one!
Submitted by Ferretnose (user info) at 2004-12-08 12:55:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by WhatTheHell (user info) at 2004-12-08 11:21:28 (#)
Ranking: 0
You need to rub one out girl!!
Okay, I know I'm going to seriously regret this, but what exactly does "rub one out" mean? Might it be a euphemism for self-lovin'? Sounds like it. I feel much better now though. Hubby came home from his night shift and I also had breakfast. Now he's takin' me to lunch, in which I will consume mass quantities of fries and a huge giant sloppy roast beef poboy just brimming with mayo and gravy. I will be licking gravy and lettuce bits off my arm. Good times. ohh. Is it time to go yet?
Submitted by WhatTheHell (user info) at 2004-12-08 11:21:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
You need to rub one out girl!!
Submitted by DeathJester (user info) at 2004-12-08 09:26:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
+2 for Company of Wolves
Submitted by Sideburns (user info) at 2004-12-08 09:11:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Sideburns presents: Post Cliffnotes for the lazy--
It's a variation of Little Red Riding Hood.
Submitted by Avals (user info) at 2004-12-08 08:59:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy fuck! Who knew little red riding hood was hot?!
Submitted by Chinaski (user info) at 2004-12-08 06:10:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
despite the no spell check and fucked up grammar...
beautifully wrought
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2004-12-08 05:11:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
pretty good - although a bit tough for my 8 year old literacy level
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-12-08 05:07:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by hidden101 (user info) at 2004-12-08 04:59:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
oh my god let's do it
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-12-08 04:58:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
That's hot.
Submitted by Ferretnose (user info) at 2004-12-08 03:55:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Much obliged, GodChicken. Just can't seem to stay away.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2004-12-08 03:49:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
nice to see you posting again. this was pretty good.