Little Red Riding Hood

Today's story is a bit on the short side. I had an idea, it made me smile, and I decided to write this. I'm looking for new requests. So assuming there are still people watching and reading, please make requests. Let me know what you want to read, or even what story you want me to 'reimagine' next.

In the meantime, let's talk Red Riding Hood and a big bad wolf:

The little red hood

It was waiting for her on the bed. The note instructed her to wear what was in the box, and nothing else. Lauren opened the box and found a single leather hood, red as the light at a whore house. She moved the hood over, looking for something else. But there was nothing. Just one piece of leather, laced in the back, a zipper over the mouth hole.

She sighed and unbuttoned her blouse. Pulled it off her shoulders and unzipped the side of her skirt so it was loose enough to drop to the floor. She sat down and slid the zipper down the length of her boot, smiling at the sound as the leather came away from her leg. She kicked them off and tossed them with her blouse and skirt. Then she pulled her stockings down one at a time, rolling them carefully off her legs to avoid any runs in the nylon. She tossed them onto the growing pile, then wriggled out of her panties and unhooked her bra.

She put her hair up into a tight bun, and slid the hood over her head. As she tightened the laces, the leather hugged her skin, soft and cool against her flesh. She tied off the laces and tucked them up under the hood. She looked up and down, moved her head around, but she was completely and totally blind.

Lauren unzipped the piece over her mouth. She took a step forward, hands splayed out, feeling her way across the room. One too many times stubbing her toes had made her very careful walking across the apartment.

She took a deep breath, but could only smell the leather. She slid one foot forward at a time. She bit her lip behind the mask, acutely aware of how vulnerable she was. Blind, naked. Everything but alone.

A quiet note rang out, the first few bars of The Magic Flute. Mozart. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. That's funny. Lauren smiled, then grimaced when she bumped into the door frame.

She put her hand on the wall, cursing to herself, and kept walking. She followed the whistling down the hallway, trailing her fingers along the wallpaper.

It felt like the hallway had grown longer and longer, like the whistle was coming from miles away. She was sweating by the time she finally made it into the room, almost exhausted when she finally bumped into the mattress.

The whistling stopped, and a throaty chuckle replaced it. “Nice touch,” it said.

Laura walked around the mattress, letting her hands guide her until she found leather. “Nice boots,” she said. She squeezed the boot around his ankle.

“The better to trample you wish, my dear,” he said.

Laura smiled and bent down, kissing the sides of his boots, moving up his leg. She kissed his legs, then up to his belt buckle. He made a very pleased sound, but she didn't linger. She nibbled gently as she moved up his sides.

Her hand moved down below his belt buckle, sliding into his pants. She rubbed him gently, then gave him a firm squeeze. “What a big cock you have,” she said.

He laughed again. “The better to fuck you with, my dear.”

She smiled. “Later.”

Her mouth found his chest, licked his nipple, then kissed up his collar bone. She licked his ear, then rubbed her hands down his arms. She slid them over the little ridge over his biceps, the ridge that was there even when he wasn't flexing. “And what strong arms you have.”

He let go of the bed frame and wrapped his arms around her. Held tight. “The better to hold you with,” he said. He pulled her close, ran his hand over the red leather pulled tight against her skin. She leaned into him, kissed him hard. She slid her hands into his hair, then down the bare skin of his back, raking her nails down the skin. He groaned into her kiss.

She smiled and pulled back. He bit her lip gently, holding it between his teeth for a few seconds.

She smiled when he let her go. “What nice teeth you have,” she said.

He smiled, though she couldn't see it. He reached up and zipped her mouth shut. Then he grabbed her by the shoulders, turned, and tossed her onto the bed.

Lauren yelped and tried not to giggle as he slid her hands into shackles at the top of the bed frame.

He straddled her, running kisses up her stomach, between her breasts. Nibbled one of her nipples, then the side of her neck.

He ran his tongue along her jaw bone and whispered into her ear. “The better to eat you with, my dear,” he said.

He slid all the way down her body, put her legs up over his shoulders. He kissed her inner thighs, ran his tongue over the skin. He exhaled slowly, letting his breath make her skin stand up, making her more sensitive for when his tongue finally set about proving his prowess when it came to eating her.