Stories | 2016

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of erotic lore—

While I sat there, gently fapping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my hotel door—

"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my hotel door—

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was just before November;

And the shadow of my member wrought its ghost upon the floor.

"I want to dress as Little Red and her Wolf," Chrisanna had told me earlier that week. "People don't understand.. the story is inherently sexual. I want you to devour me, papi."

Once I saw her in the costume, I was damn glad I agreed to it. Under her hood she wore a pair of black yoga pants that hugged her hips and accentuated her round bottom. Her top was low cut, her push up bra ensured that her small, firm breasts where front and center. So worth going to the party with fake fur on my face.