i have always had this sexual fantasy about Little Red Riding Hood. the way i saw it was not quite as the story was told. the young, deviant girl dressed in all red being stalked by the Big Bad Wolf. she taunted, teased and practically lured the Wolf in her direction as he sniffed her out. she is prey, she is flesh and she is ripe. being a Wolf i imagine he would want to toy with his dinner before he let the life drain from her. feel her flesh, taste her skin and smell her cunt.

i will even go as far as to be Little Red and putting a twist on the story. giving Wolf the impression that i fear him, i would submit to him and sacrifice my life to him. in my story it is the Wolf that i taunt, that i hunt yet he does not know that. my blood red cape flowing through the dark forest, my milky flesh legs illuminating blackness. my arousal calling out to the wild to come find me, take me. the low hum of some random song that sits deep in my throat that only a beast can hear.

come to me beast, i want to play.

twigs snap, the air is filled with breathing through the muzzle and bared teeth. the path i walk is silent with the hunter and the hunted. yet the four legged stalker has no idea that i seek him with purpose. my heart beats and my breathing quickens. to the Wolf it looks like fear but what he doesn’t know it’s the anticipation that courses through my blood. my skin grows hot and by now he can smell the scent of my cunt.

my feet move on the path beneath me. the Wolf follows at a distance staring with silent eyes planning the attack on my helpless body. the alpha dog approaches within feet, i stop walking and turn around to face the king. saliva drips from his long fangs, his yellow eyes narrow at me to show me strength and fearlessness. i stare back with a smile and even step one step closer startling him and causing rumbling in his throat. my face grows from an innocent girl to a sinister demon. i pounce the dog and bite right into the jugular in his fur covered neck. his growls turn to yelps as i pierce through the layers to hit the fountain to his life. his jaw snaps at my flawless skin, his paws scratch into the canvas of my body and yet i continue my attack. topping the beast, straddling the beast, grinding into the beast. i want to come as his life flutters away beneath me. it is i that howls at the full moon as the multiple waves of orgasms erupt from my body.

in the end Little Red does live, she does survive but who is the real villain?

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today when i was walking around getting some air, a man crossed paths with me and as he was going to his car, he walked behind me he let out a very audible sighing moan right next to me. i heard it and immediately got aroused and had this primal urge to fuck. from the corner of my eye he was tall and handsome. i kept walking, i could hear him behind me walking, i wondered if he was staring and i wondered if he would fuck me.

i hear a car start and as i rounded the corner of the block i could see him out the corner of my eye. my keys dangled from my hand and i wanted him to make the turn to drive past me. he did. i looked through the open window at him and only caught his arm resting on the edge. he drove slowly up the street in his black truck and i turned towards the building as he turned down the street.

in just hearing his moan i could tell he had a very arousing voice. my eyes closed a little as i envisioned hearing him in my ear as he fucked me. thinking about this mystery man has put me in a sexual state of deep thought. honestly, i can’t stop thinking about him.

it is strange walking away from being “connected” for over a week. i honestly did not feel a withdrawal the whole time. yet coming home to cell phones, laptops and an inbox full of emails is somewhat hard to ease back in to.

being away makes me feel like i have been missing out on a lot in the online world. i think H has drifted away and sadly i will miss him. E and i are back to our quiet in front of the computer routine. i think we need a break from each other. *smirking*

i honestly did not have time for sex as sad as that sounds. i did my fair share of drinking and taking some fantastic photos.

the most filthy thing i did while away was when E licked me till i screamed into a pillow mere minutes before we had to show up to dinner. i think that was the only relaxing moment i had during my vacation and that was the first day. that doesn’t mean my mind was not in a filthy place. i enjoyed staring at men and women that i wanted to fuck.

in the end i am glad to be home. i think i am overdue for an orgasm or 11.

i am leaving the country again. leaving the laptop at home and shutting off the cell phone. grabbing my journal and a black pen. i want to write the way i enjoy it, the old fashioned way. i may or may not check emails while i am away so please be patient for my response.

have a filthy week, i intend on doing so.