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  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.

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  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?

  In the closet hung sheets of red clothes, all to match her red hair. Hair that was much closer to a shade of red than orange. Hence her nickname “Red.”

  Amy went to the closet and shuffled through her clothes. A chemise? Too plain. A dress? That would look odd to wear to bed. No, something comfortable to sleep in and still look attractive.

  Nothing suited. Not a stitch.

  Amy had an idea.

  She stripped off her nightgown, went to her dresser and dug out a pair of scissors. She made a snip and tore the rest of the fabric into two parts. She discarded the lower piece and tugged on the remaining nightgown over her head. Now it no longer went to her ankles, but to the tops of her thighs.

  Amy went to her mirror and examined herself, turning to see herself from side to side.

  Yes. The nightgown now showed off her legs nicely. The sheer fabric did little to hide her cute breasts. Her thin revealing form topped with her red wild hair, Amy couldn’t wait to see Sean’s face.

  Tap, tap, tap.

  Amy spun around to the window. She could barely make out Sean’s sheepish grin in the darkness.

  Amy opened the window. “How long were you there?”

  Sean just smiled.

  “Oh, you!” Amy playfully pushed him. He wobbled back, about to fall from her second-story window. “Oh!” Amy grabbed the collar of his coat to catch him. Then realized he didn’t need her help. He had ample ledge to stand on. Damn fool was just pretending.

  “Come here.” As he hung with one hand on the windowsill, Sean pulled Amy into a kiss with his other hand against the back of her neck. Tingles and shivers spread across the skin of her arms, across her breasts, deep into her belly, and down her legs to her very toes. The taste of his warm lips and spicy male breath made her hunger for more. Leaning outside the window to reach his lips left her exposed to the cold night air. Finally, she had to stand up, breaking off the delicious kiss.

  “Come in,” Amy motioned with her hand.

  “Not yet.”

  “Why not?”

  Sean searched for the words. “There’s something I want to try.”

  She waited for him to explain further but he didn’t. “Which is?”

  “You’ll see. For now....” Again, he kept his words silent.

  Amy laughed. “You’re impossible.” She felt silly standing in her bedroom as he looked in from just outside her window, but decided to play along. In the meantime.... “Let’s play a game.”

  “Okay.”

  “I ask you a question and you have to answer truthfully.”

  Sean laughed. “That should be easy, though it sounds pretty one-sided.”

  “Are you ready?”

  “Ready.” He leaned against the windowsill as if he didn't have a care in the world.

  Amy took a deep breath and shivered with the thrill of the game. “What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”

  Sean laughed again. “That’s one helluva question.”

  “Well?” She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, feigning impatience.

  “Alright, I guess that…uh....”

  “Come on,” she coaxed.

  “I can’t believe I’m gonna tell you this.”

  “What is it?” Amy stopped tapping her foot.

  “It’s just that....”

  “Yes?” Her heart beat loudly in anticipation.

  Sean sighed. “I’ve had a lot of one-moon liaisons, weekend flings, and hollow romances. I don’t want that anymore.” His severe eyes instructed her she needed to understand what he was saying. “I want more than that now.”

  Amy gasped. She felt her heart unlock, springing wide open. The last possibility of a lonely life put on its coat and walked out for good. By the way Sean started rambling, he must not have realized how happy his divulged secret made her feel.

  He said, “I didn’t tell you because I was afraid you didn’t want the same thing, and then I’d lose our whole friendship thing or lover thing or whatever this is, and I don’t want to lose that, so forget I said anything. It was a stupid game.”

  Amy jumped at Sean and kissed him. Hard. She stepped back and waited for his response.

  Sean looked shocked, as though trying to understand what just happened. “If I say it again, do I get another kiss?” he finally said.

  Amy laughed and kissed him again, gently this time. Sean was the one. Her heart told her so. Would their relationship last? She remembered discovering her girlfriend’s man being unfaithful. He had pleaded with Amy to keep his past indiscretions a secret. She did. When her girlfriend had learned the truth, Red had lost her friend. “Sean, the only way we can stay together is if there are no secrets between us. You know that, right?”

  Sean nodded slowly. “You’re right.”

  “No secrets?”

  “No secrets.” Sean had a gleam in his eye. “Just one question.”

  “What’s that?”

  “What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”

  Amy laughed. “I don’t have any secrets from you.”

  “There must be something.”

  “There really isn’t.”

  “Okay,
fine.” Sean’s eyes hunted for the next thing to say. “If you did have a secret from me, what would it be?”

  “You’re wicked.”

  “You started it.”

  Amy sighed, still feeling awkward about standing in her bedroom as he remained at her windowsill. What was he planning? “I guess something I haven’t told you yet is what happened to me when I was twelve.”

  “Something to do with all those drawings of yours?”

  “Yeah. One day during the spring, I went to the river to wash my clothes, as always.” She paused to check his reaction. He just nodded for her to continue, so she did. “There was a wailing and I thought it was a baby crying. I followed the sounds and discovered the cries came from a baby wolf inside a broken, hollowed out log. A real wolf, not a lycan. I approached the pup to help it, find out what was wrong. Then I heard a growling behind me. I turned to see a full-grown wolf baring its teeth at me. I managed to slowly step away without being hurt. I’m sure it was the pup’s mother wanting only to protect her offspring, but still.... She scared the lightning and thunder from me.”

  Sean nodded. “Huh.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just....” He picked at some moss growing on the edge of the sill. “How do you think you’ll react when you see me grow a snout?”

  “I’ll be so turned on, you’ll have to fight me off.”

  Sean laughed. “Come here.”

  Amy bent over to reach her head through the window. He kissed her again. Delicious, but she wanted more.

  He grabbed her torso and sucked her breast in his mouth through her nightgown. Amy gasped and held his head close to her chest. That was sudden. One minute he was kissing her lips and now he was sucking her breast? Could he tell how much she wanted it? He nibbled and twirled his tongue around her nipple. Dammit! She wanted to feel his mouth directly on her skin. Sean moved to her other breast. Sucked hard. Did he even realize how good he was making her feel? Or was he doing this for his own pleasure?