1. Flash Fairytales: Little Red


    Date: 1/18/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Lupus, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Red shuffled through the forest with her shoulders hunched against the wind - red skirt and hooded cloak whipping around her pale legs. In the dark, cold forest, her billowing red hair seemed aflame. With a basket hung over her crooked elbow, she approached the small door to her Grandma’s home. Quietly, she rapped on the ancient wood and waited. The door quietly swung open without the usual bustle and noise. The quiet room inside seemed almost intimidating, but there would be no going back into the storm. Apprehensive, she stepped forward. Her Grandma quietly called out. “Is that you, Red, dear?” Red skipped into the room to greet her Grandma, swinging the basket from her hand. “Hello, Gran! The family have sent you a basket-“ As soon as she passed the threshold, the door slammed violently shut behind her. She screamed and turned, clutching her mouth in shock as a large, gruff looking man loomed over her petite figure. His hair and beard were one – his face shaggy and rough, etched with wrinkled lines and sunken cheeks. He towered over Red, with broad shoulders and dirty, claw-like fingers outstretched towards her. “Now be quiet, little Red…” he sneered. “You don’t want to disturb Granny, do you? Be a good girl and give her the basket.” His almost yellow eyes leered over her body, lips curled in a disgusting grin. Even standing still in fear, Red’s hair shimmered. It seemed to billow around her russet cheeks and whip across her pale neck. She stammered cutely and the ...
    stranger was seized by a sudden urge to kiss those plump ruby red lips. The lecherous gaze found the rising valley of Red’s heaving breasts, barely visible under her cloak. He stared as she turned towards her Grandma, bending at the waist over Grandma’s chair. The man’s eyes were fixed on Red’s smooth legs beneath her pleated skirt – her thighs were strong and firm. His tongue slid over his lips with an indecent thought when Red bent a little further, kissing her Grandma on the cheek. The man’s mouth hung low as Red’s skirt hitched higher, exposing a glimpse of pearly white underwear and the crease of her firm, rounded buttocks. A growl slipped from his lips - his gritty fingernails biting into the palms of his hands. She turned before he could act, straightening to look him in the eye with one confidently cocked leg. She examined him as he examined her. He was surprised to find she bit and licked her lips. “Hello, mister…?” “Wolfe.” His voice was nothing but a growl. “Hello, mister Wolfe.” Red’s lips tightened with a smirk and she spoke with a slow and sultry tone. “You’re right. Why don’t you and I let Gran sleep?” With a swish of her skirt, Red sauntered into the next room planting one foot in front of the other. Passing into the bedroom, she turned and beckoned the shaggy man with one curl of her finger and a small pout on her lips. She deftly unsnapped the clasp of her cloak, letting it fall at her feet to expose the impressive swell of her breasts, which poured from the ...
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