Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica)

WARNING:
This 50-page short story of adult fairy tale erotica portrays Red Riding Hood
as a grown woman experiencing sexual activities with a firm, muscular werewolf
of exceptional tongue talents and strength. He has her submit to a sexual
discovery at the edge of pleasure. Fair warning – Reading this adult
fairy tale and its steamy, explicit sexual content may increase your desire for
a loved one to raise your skirt and wolf down your essence. Absolutely only for
18 years and older.

 

About
Amy “Red” Riding’s
Hood

 

In this short story
of adult fairy tale erotica, “Red” Riding is tired of being a virgin. Her best
bet is a lycan named Sean. He’s perfect. Crystal
blue eyes, dimpled
smile, buff chest, and wicked bulge! But being in a community that frowns upon human-lycan
relationships makes loving Sean more challenging than she ever imagined.

 

What
readers are saying about this adult fairy tale erotica…

 
 

“5 stars!
Amy ‘Red’ Riding’s
Hood
is an enjoyable adult version of Little Red Riding Hood sure to please
readers who are in search of a quick, erotic fix with a lot of heart. I really
connected with the heroine, Amy, and I thought Sean, the lycan, was
oh-so-yummy. Overall, it’s a well-written, enjoyable read. I recommend this
story to anyone who enjoys good erotica, adult fairytales, and steamy shifter
romance.”

 

~Sue
Lyndon, author of
A Firm Husband
at
SueLyndon.com

 
 

“5 stars! All I have to say is wow! Too bad my dear husband was
at work…. Liz Adams has developed her characters well in this short story. I
didn’t think you could get to know two people so well in a short fairytale, but
I did. The side characters come across as real also, not just there for filler
as in some stories I’ve read…. It was wonderful and refreshing to see two
people fight for their passionate love for each other.”

 

~Tala (Becky),
blogger of the
Darker Passions
website

 
 

“BRAVO! That was hot! I enjoyed the romance in the story. It
had a very sweet feeling to it while throwing in a bit of the naughty. I love
that last scene ... really brings home the story and made me hot and bothered!”

 

~Lyndsey
Leach, Goodreads reader

 
 


Read this
re-imagined story of Red Riding Hood with an erotic twist that will captivate
you and draw you into the story. Follow her through the challenges of
desire and a relationship that her parents and society shun.”

 

~Xavier
Zyta, Reviewer at
HotlitBooks.org

 
 

“What
can I say? Wow! Fairy Tales are sacred literature to me, and I am often
disappointed with the ways in which they are re-interpreted by numerous
authors; however, I thoroughly enjoyed how Liz Adams handled Red Riding Hood. I
really enjoyed this story, and I love Liz Adams' interpretation. I also think
that people who do not normally read erotica will also enjoy this for what it
is: A love story which plays out in the every day world in so many various
ways.”

 

~Michael
Merritt, blogger at
tengu-scribe.blogspot.com

 

Amy
“Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica, with bonus excerpt from Alice’s
Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land)

 

Copyright © 2012 by
Liz Adams

All rights reserved. No part
of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means,
electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior
written permission of Liz Adams.

Published by:
Barany Publishing
Oakland, CA

 

 

 
 
 

Amy Riding
peered out her second-story bedroom window into the night waiting for Sean. The
only one who could save her from a lifetime of loneliness. But was he willing
to live his life with her? Or did he want only a short-term love affair? The
possibility of Amy being locked in a life of loneliness still hung its coat at
the door of her heart.

She laughed
at the memory of the day the blacksmith’s son “Vacant” Vincent came to her
doorstep.

“Uh.... I
want…” was all Vincent could say before grabbing her hand and taking her to the
dark corner of his father’s forge. At the time, Amy didn’t care about Vincent’s
lack of charm. She had been tired of being a virgin and wanted to know what a
cock felt like inside her. Besides, he was handsome enough.

The clumsy way
he kissed her lips and guided her hand down his pants was irksome, but bold. An
oven of coals burned nearby, and its heat made her drip with sweat as his blind
hands rummaged around her chemise. When she felt his hot spear harden in her
hand, a fire stirred inside her making her drip in other places. But before he
could enter her, his excitement played a cruel trick and left her hand sticky
without giving her a chance to experience satisfaction of her own.

A handsome
young man, to be sure, but there was much to be said for charm and wit, after
all. And much to be said for a man who had the qualities of a good lover. Ever
since that embarrassing day, five seasons ago, she became determined to seek
out the best lover she could. When rumors surfaced of lycans being great
lovers, Amy knew exactly who to charm.

Four weeks
ago she sought out to charm Sean at his farm, and found him working shirtless.
He was stroking the earth with a hoe, his biceps flexing, a lock of his dark
hair arcing over his forehead.
Thunderballs!
I could watch him forever.
After taking a moment to hungrily watch the
muscles in his back ripple in the warm sun, she finally called out his name
from the road where she stood and waved.

“Well, if
it isn’t my old childhood playmate.” He stopped his work and leaned on the hoe,
a half-smile slipping across his handsome face.

Without
hesitation, Amy sprinted to him across the tender earth and hugged him
something fierce.
Sean!
She sighed in
her heart. His hot, solid body pressed against her breasts. The naked skin of
his back warm against her arms and palms, the scent of his manly sweat, she
didn’t want to let go. He didn’t let go, either. At least, not at first. His
strong arms felt good wrapped tight around her body.

He ended
their embrace, leaned back to look her in the face and spoke in his deep voice,
“Why, Miss Amy Riding, you’re getting prettier and prettier every time I see
you.”

She felt
her cheeks heat up. “That’s hard to believe considering I often run into you in
town.”

“I look
forward to those moments, Red. It’s always fun talking to you.” He squeezed her
shoulder.

“Why wait?
You should come visit me.” She gripped his muscular forearm and smirked. She
didn’t think it would be appropriate to add: “I want to get to know those
crystal blue eyes, dimpled smile, buff chest, and – wicked bulge of
yours.”

“I don’t
think your parents would like that very much. Remember when we were kids
playing innocent games of hide and seek? As soon as they found out you were
spending your playtime in the lycan community, they took you away and I didn’t
see you again for seasons.” He took her hand in his.

“I
remember.” She playfully swung their hands. “They worked hard at trying to
explain what was so wrong with lycans. Forget my parents. I’m not a child
anymore.”

“I can see
that,” Sean’s eyes traced up and down her body. Amy shivered in delight.
“Still, it’s good to respect your parents’ wishes.”

Amy
shrugged. “So come at night after they’re asleep. You can come through my
bedroom window.” Amy thought it cute how he blushed at the mention of her
bedroom.

“Your
bedroom? That is, I…uh.... Anyway, aren’t you on the second floor?”

“You can
climb, Sean. It’s not that hard.”

“No, but
it’s starting to be.”

Now it was
her turn to blush. She gulped. “Oh, you are bad.”

“That’s me.
The big, bad wolf.”

Her heart
fluttered. She felt wet and giddy already. “I have yet to see just how big you
are.”


Now
who’s being bad?” He tickled her
sides. She pulled away laughing.

That had
been four weeks ago.

Next to her
open window, Amy breathed in the cool night air. Four weeks of his nightly
visits now, and her parents still didn’t suspect a thing. Thank the stellar
skies. Downstairs all was quiet, her parents asleep. The forest idled black and
silent in the distance.

Amy had
felt a yearning for Sean to thrust inside of her the very first time he
visited. But every moment she thought about showing him cleavage or brushing
against his arm “accidentally,” images of a flesh-tearing wolf came to mind and
paralyzed her. So she moved slowly. His first visits started as delightful
evenings of flirtatious banter during card games. She could always tell when he
tried to bluff at cards by the way he rolled his tongue to the back of his
teeth. Later on, the evenings ended with a hug, then started with a greeting
hug. Nights later, she added a prize of a kiss on the cheek should he win the
card game. Thanks to her, he was always the victor until the night before. Last
night when Amy won the game, she demanded
her
prize. A full kiss on the lips. Oh, what a prize!

Her parents
were ridiculous. Lycans, they said, were dangerous during a full moon and could
rip the strongest man to shreds. But Amy knew the truth. In all her evenings
with Sean – just as she had revealed things about herself, such as her
lack of experience in relationships – she'd learned a few things from him
during their card games. When lycans turned to their wolf form, it didn’t mean
their brains disappeared, he'd told her. They were just as capable of knowing right
from wrong in their wolf body as their human body. Like all other lycans, Sean
was able to change at will. He assured her that he didn’t change during a full
moon unless he wanted to.

But her
parents just didn’t understand. They lived in a world of suspicion and fear.

Amy thought
about the night before. Sean had worn a white button-down shirt with three
buttons open, revealing his muscular chest. With her elbows on her windowsill
and the night breeze against her skin, she imagined what it would have been
like to unbutton each one further down to that tucked away place under his
waistband. She remembered the way Sean looked shocked at how she'd demanded a
full kiss from him, the way his lips tasted peppery, the way his kiss lingered
on to become many kisses.

Damn him!
Just thinking about him made her feel like such a giggling schoolgirl. Her
heart beat fast.

Amy looked
down to her nightgown. Yuck. If a blind man suddenly gained his sight and saw
her in this drab curtain of fabric, he’d curse his misfortune and tear out his
eyes. Maybe there was something else she could wear for Sean. Something more
enticing.

Amy lit a
candle and surveyed her room. Her colorings of snarling wolves, teeth bared and
eyes red, lined the bedroom wall. Sean had not yet asked about the drawings. A
part of her was embarrassed by the pictures. Did they offend him? Would he
understand if he knew?

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