Riding the Big Red
“Miss Hood? What a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here so far away from home?” The woodcutter asked as he saw the raven-haired beauty approaching.
“Don’t you remember?” She gave him a tantalizing smile. “It’s been exactly twelve years since you saved from the clutches of that big, bad wolf and I thought we ought to celebrate. I brought you some cookies, a new recipe of mine. Have a taste and tell me what you think.”
The woodcutter laid down his weary axe next to a tree and took a cinnamon delicacy to his mouth. While he avidly chewed it, he never took his eyes off her. She had turned into quite a stunning woman over the years and that was enough to have the libido of a lonely woman running wild. He asked for another cookie while stripping her in his mind and this went on and on until the basket was empty until the basket was empty and he was completely satiated.
“Those were delicious,” he admitted. “but I really need to get back to work. I can’t wait for this tree to fall on its own, you know?”
“Are you sure that’s really what you want to do?” She asked, lusciously.
Bewildered by what was clearly a sexual innuendo, he blurted: “What do you mean?”
“There was more to my cookies than just cinnamon. I’ve added a special ingredient whose effects will be known to you in a spell…”, she giggled, the echo of her words sounding way more devious than he ever hoped.
As he shook his head, the forest vanished. Emptiness was all that was left all around. Though he was taller and stronger than her, he couldn’t help but feel he was eerily shrinking, becoming feeble and lenient on the inside as well as on the outside.
“What have you…?” He muttered, only to have the trail of thoughts interrupted by another sentence that couldn’t wait any longer. “My, what intoxicating eyes you have!”
“All the better to engulf your mind, my dear!”
“And what a simply delightful body you have!” He said, arousal taking over his thoughts. He fell forward just like the trees whose life he took every day.
“All the better to have you adore it, my dear. And you will do it! You will become my willing slave from this day forward, isn’t that right?”
Already submitting to her, forehead touching the floor, he said:
“I’ll do anything you want… Mistress!”
“Somehow, I knew you were going to say that. Start by taking off your pants. I want to know what it’s like to ride the big red…”
