The Truth About Wolfie and Little Red - Sex Stories

The Truth About Wolfie and Little Red

Introduction: I am here to set the record straight. The story of Little Red Riding Hood has been told as one with threats and a big bad wolf. Well, I am the wolfie but that is not how it all went down. Listen, I didn't want to eat her, okay? Hell, I'm not a cannibal. Might be a little pervy on the sniffing thing but I mean, I'm a canine so what do you expect? Anyway, what follows is the true story of what happened on that infamous day. __________________________________ She didn't have red hair as many have suggested, nor did she wear a “riding hood”. In fact, she didn't wear a cloak-like garment because it was a warm Spring day. Instead, she wore a thin, red hoody. Can you see already the distortions that have amassed? Those impostor story tellers just don't care enough for fact, not like me. I'm telling you the TRUE story! Yup—100% fact! Let's take a look at other misinformation the impostors have spread. They called me “the big bad wolf”. Well friends, I am anything but bad and when you see pictures, hell, the lumberjacks and even granny were bigger than me. I wouldn't hurt a soul. Perverted—yes; but mean? No! I didn’t want to eat that little girl and have her all gone. Those storytellers claim that I stalked her through the brush one day while she made her way to her grandmother’s house. Bull-whorky! That is so wrong! You see, I stalked that little girl for MANY days, not just one, and I stalked her through every imaginable flora and fauna. And pity me for the ...

... allergies I endured. I'm telling you, it wasn't easy. On that day, I hid in bushes along her path to grandma’s house. That part is true as told. She was ten minutes later than usual and oh how I suffered the wait. She wore a thin little sun dress. She had angelic blond hair and it swept back to a bouncy ponytail. Her face was pretty with big blue eyes and her complexion was whitish. She wore black patent leather sandal-like shoes with white ankle socks, leaving her pretty legs bare except for the upper four inches which were covered by her soft yellow sun dress. With such beauty, why would anyone think of harming her, much less eating her? Those notions were entirely the creation of the storytellers and script writers. They figured threats and high drama would sell. But for reasons you will soon see, I didn't follow the script. Back to sweet Lil Red, our sexy little-girl starlet. She was nearing the place where I was hidden and, like previous voyeuristic stalkings, I held my breath for the sake of silence. I assure you it was not easy because panting comes naturally to us canine when we are excited. (Hm---bet I'm preaching to the choir here.) She was a few feet from me. I knew her habit. She stopped at the purple flowers first. I had discarded all of the flowers from the opposite side of the bush so that all that remained were those on my side. In addition, I had discarded all of the flowers on the top half of the bush so that all remained were those nearest the bottom. Clever 'eh? ...