johnwantsit: Part One On and on Little Red Riding Pants skipped through the trees, further and…

johnwantsit:

Part One

On and on Little Red Riding Pants skipped through the trees, further and further into the woods. At first it was easy going but the deeper he went the darker it got and the path was harder and harder to see. His stockings caught and tore on brambles and his shiny red pumps became scuffed and muddy. Very soon, night began to fall, and Little Red Riding Pants realised he was hopelessly, helplessly lost.

“Oh dear!” Little Red cried, daintily perching his perky behind on a mossy treestump. “I’m lost and alone and barely clothed, and it’s late in the evening and I’m so terribly vulnerable!” And Little Red put his face in his sweet little hands and wept (but prettily, not with all snot and swollen eyes like the rest of us have.)

Suddenly, there came a frightful howl through the trees, and Little Red cried out in fear. “It’s the Big Bad Wolf and he’s coming to get me!” he sobbed, and taking up his basket Little Red ran helter-skelter through the bracken and brambles away from the terrible beast, who he could hear crunching and stomping and snarling as he pursued the poor boy.

But then! Just as Little Red Riding Pants reached a clearing, he tripped! And fell down onto the soft grassy forest floor in an entirely unintentionally seductive pose with his face down and his pert little red-clad arse up on display.

“Well, well, well, what a delicious sight that my eyes are seeing.” said a mysterious voice that sounded like having sex with a tiger made of 70% cocoa Swiss chocolate.

Little Red gasped in surprise and turned around. Standing behind him at the edge of the clearing was an extremely attractive man. He was dressed in a very tight pair of black trousers and a white shirt that hung open on either side of his sculpted marble-like chest, which seemed to glow in the moonlight like real marble, except he was breathing. He was leaning nonchalantly against a tree with his face in half shadow. Little Red Riding Pants was afraid but he also felt oddly tingly between his legs from looking at the mysterious stranger.

“Who are you?” Little Red asked, batting his eyelashes.

The mysterious stranger stalked closer like some kind of large vague predatory mammal and stood over Little Red.

“I am a very sexy and alluring stranger with questionable motives towards yourself and I’m possibly a morally-grey supernatural being, although you won’t find that out for a little bit longer.” The man purred like the aforementioned vague predatory mammal.

Little Red, however, didn’t hear a word that the man said, because the tingly feeling between his legs had increased tenfold and he was feeling a little faint. In fact, he was feeling very faint, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was that the stranger’s crotch was exactly eye-height from where Little Red was sitting and he inexplicably wanted to rub himself against it.

(TBC)