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Little Red & The Big Bad Wolf

This pisstake proudly brought to you by the imagination of moi.

Once upon a time, long long ago — there lived a girl called Valessia.  (also known as Little Red). Valessia had long black hair, alabaster skin and lips as red as blood.

As Valessia set out on the path to Grand-Mama’s house.  She could feel a strong and masculine presence behind her.

As she slowly turned to see who it was  — there stood a WOLF. (GASP).

The wolf grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into the dense forest — where he laid her down and had his way with her.  She actually didn’t object to being ravaged by the wolf, as she had been in a self imposed exile for three months and hadn’t left her wooden cabin.

After filling her with his seed, the wolf helped Valessia to her feet.

“Will you be coming back for seconds tomorrow Mr. Wolf?”  Valessia asked,  with her dulcet tones.

Mr Wolf raised his head to the sky and howled, then he was gone.

Valessia watched him, as he made his way back through the woods.  Where was Mr. Wolf off to? Was he returning to his wife? 

If Valessia had learnt anything whilst playing with wolves — was that they ALWAYS returned to their wives. Too much at stake, you see.  Wealth, property, businesses.  Little Red and her wet pussy just couldn’t compete.

Or perhaps Mr. Wolf wasn’t married…  

Perhaps he was doing the rounds, with all the other girls….

But none of those girls were as EXTRAORDINARY as Little Red. πŸ™‚

But what did any of it matter, really?  

Valessia had LIVED a sex-life, most wolves could only ever dream about.

Was it her loss?

 Or theirs?  πŸ™‚

With that thought hanging heavy in her mind.  

Valessia picked up her basket of berries and continued along the path.