The Book Of Twisted Tales

Little Red Riding Whore

Walking to Grandma’s house was such a chore
For nymphomaniac Little Red Riding Whore

The woods were boring and devoid of decent men
So she had to stop to finger herself every now and again

There was even a passing branch that looked so strong
She had to straddle its length and slide it in past her thong

There were dangers in the woods Riding Whore had been told
Of a vicious man eating wolf whose blood was cold

Riding Whore had no fear of such creatures of the night
Her only fear was not getting shagged before the morning light

In a part of the forest where the trees grew high and dark
From beside her Riding Whore heard a low rumbling bark

The wolf was on her in a flash snapping jaws at her throat
But all Riding Whore could think was “What a sexy soft coat”

She avoided the wolf’s bite with a fraction of an inch to spare
She reached down between his legs searching around in his hair

The unfortunate wolf couldn’t have known what was going on
Before Riding Whore had him on his back with a raging hardon

She pinned the wolf down with a frightening strength for a girl
And fucked the wolf so hard his hair began to curl

When she finally came, her cry rang loud in the air
But after masturbating all day she didn’t really care

She climbed off the wolf and dusted herself down
Began to walk away, then turned back with a frown

The wolf lay still, there was no need to check pulse or breath
She was impressed with herself for she had fucked him to death

So on she went to her Grandma’s house, one thing in her mind on the track
‘I wonder if he had any brothers that wolf who could do me on the way back?’