Little Red Riding Hood was walking home after a long day. The tides of life hadn't precisely drifted her way since she was a young girl. She still had the red hood, but she was, in fact, a grown-ass woman now, and there weren't many prospects on the horizon, so she didn't have much left in the tank. Grandma had left her the house, but the mortgage was in arrears, and creditors were nipping at her ass. She could have inher...

Angela was busy doing the dishes in her apartment. She looked out the kitchen window and saw storm clouds moving in from the west. She couldn't quite remember if she had left the windows open on her car and would have to check when she went to the gym. The gym. Construction boy, a.k.a. Richard or Dick. She thought about that fat cock stretching her holes, and she creamed her panties. Fuck, she thought, she would have to c...

I was working in the mall's parking lot, doing my thing. The sound of my pin finder carried on the breeze as I neared the local gym in the mall. Suddenly, a melodic voice behind me asked, "Looking for treasure?" I turned around, and there she stood. She had shoulder-length brown hair, hazel eyes, and a pretty smile. She wore a low-cut shirt, a light jacket, and tight exercise pants. Her camel toe was winking at me, and I...