Walking to Grandma’s house was such a chore <br />For nymphomaniac Little Red Riding Whore <br /> <br />The woods were boring and devoid of decent men <br />So she had to stop to finger herself every now and again <br /> <br />There was even a passing branch that looked so strong <br />She had to straddle it’s length and slide it in past her thong <br /> <br />There were dangers in the woods Riding Whore had been told <br />Of a vicious man eating wolf whose blood was cold <br /> <br />Riding Whore had no fear of such creatures of the night <br />Her only fear was not getting shagged before the morning light <br /> <br />In a part of the forest where the trees grew high and dark <br />From beside her Riding Whore heard a low rumbling bark <br /> <br />The wolf was on her in a flash snapping jaws at her throat <br />But all Riding Whore could think was “What a sexy soft coat” <br /> <br />She avoided the wolf’s bite with a fraction of an inch to spare <br />She reached down between his legs searching around in his hair <br /> <br />The unfortunate wolf couldn’t have known what was going on <br />Before Riding Whore had him on his back with a raging hardon <br /> <br />She pinned the wolf down with a frightening strength for a girl <br />And fucked the wolf so hard his hair began to curl <br /> <br />When she finally came, her cry rang loud in the air <br />But after masturbating all day she didn’t really care <br /> <br />She climbed off the wolf and dusted herself down <br />Began to walk away, then turned back with a frown <br /> <br />The wolf lay still, there was no need to check pulse or breath <br />She was impressed with herself for she had fucked him to death <br /> <br />So on she went to her Grandma’s house, one thing in her mind on the track <br />‘I wonder if he had any brothers that wolf who could do me on the way back? ’<br /><br />Anthony Lund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-red-riding-whore-adult/
