Scarlet Devil

The tale of a hooded young lass

Parading through a wooded forest

Woodsman, work a days toils

The air breathes a stench that boils

Careful, stepping over fallen branches

Eyes peering through they attach like leeches

Scurry in a hurry to a lonely cabin

Where once a grandma inhabited

Red visited for stories, cupcake and tea

Now, she only visits on a full moons plea

You see, when the wolf scared grandma away

He played this little girl astray

Closer, closer, his senses calling

His words, fill her head wanting

She recites the phrases that made her famous

Pointing out “oh dear” how big and colossus

She spies the rise of a lupine’s eyes

Dark and round, they make her sigh

She whispers, he hears

Yes, with his raised ears

Fangs gleam like polished Ivory

Closer, closer, to eternal ecstasy


Sheets slide along muscled thighs

Exposing his hard cock in rise

Down she goes

There she blows

A lick and flick

A bob and a dab

Stroke that honey

Spit on it shiny

Deep down the throat

Suck and pop like a cork

Ga, gag, gagging, makes her horny

Turns like a screw, sixty-nine, baby!

Going to town, her moan echoes

The woodsman in, follows

Enters with caution

Stares, watchin

Room for a third?

Little Miss Red heard

What took you so long, jack!

Drop the hatchet and bring me that ax


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