Cold, Hot Winter

Author’s Note: Hello, this is Mother Goose speaking. I decided to do a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood but with a modern, kinky twist. This is my first story on AFF.net, so please be kind and feedback will be nice.


Chapter One:
Once upon a time


Once upon a time there was a little girl named – just kidding. This isn’t fairy tale with those sickeningly sweet happily-ever-afters. Hell no. This is a tale about my encounter with the Big Bad Wolf and how I survived it. So sit back, relax (or jerk off), and let’s go back to the very beginning.

"J-jesus." Raven Hood stuttered, her teeth chattering as she stepped out of extreme warmth of her forest green 1994 ZJ Laredo Jeep and into the twenty-two degrees weather of South Vermont. Her cheeks colored rosy red and goose bumps prickled onto her golden skin as she kicked the vehicle door shut with her boot-clad foot. Bracing herself from the harsh winter wind, she briskly walked towards the winter house. Raven stomped onto the porch, snow that been caked on her boots fell off in globs on the wooden surface.

Once she reached the front door, she quickly unwrapped her arms around herself, and reached into her red puffy coat's pocket with her gloved hands and pulled out a single silver key. After sliding the key into the front door lock and twisted it open, Raven sighed in heavy relief as the heavy locks to the front door clicked open. Turning the doorknob, she rushed into the dark house before closing the door behind her. The house was cold but not as cold as the weather outside.

Flipping up each light switch by the front door, a flood of warm light bleed throughout the house, allowing her to see the living room, the kitchen, the dining, room, and the stairwell that lead to the four rooms upstairs. Raven tugged off her leather keys as she walked about the first level of the house, her eyes absorbing all the expensive details of her grandmother's winter house. Geez, her grandmother was loaded.

After Raven satisfied her curiosity of the home, she walked back towards the front door to retrieve her luggage, which was still within her humming Jeep outside . . . in the cold. She halted in the narrow hallway that led to the front door as she saw something that caught her interest. On the hallway table was a framed picture of her sixty-five year old grandmother being handed one of those large winner checks by a younger man for eight hundred thousand dollars with a bright smile on her face. Her grandmother was a free spirit.

A small grin quirked onto her lips at the sight, her fingertips brushing against the glass that blocked her from actually touching the picture. Shaking her head, Raven opened the door once more, entering the harsh cold. Quickly, she made her way towards her car, and the trunk. Her hands fiddled with the handle strip of her only piece of luggage. Slinging the strip onto her shoulder, she slammed the trunk door shut before she made her way towards the house once more.

Her feet then rooted into the snow-covered ground and her dark brown eyes widened in shock at the creature on wooden porch. It was a wolf of large structure and ebony fur with cold, harsh gray eyes that put the current weather to shame. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out, instead she breathed heavy through her mouth, puffs of her breath visible before her eyes. The wolf gracefully strolled off of the porch and towards her.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' She chanted over and over in her mind as the canine was only a few feet away her and closing the distance between them by each passing second. It was then a gun shot echoed through the surrounding forest causing the wolf to dash off into the woods. For several long moments, Raven stood in her spot in disbelief at what just happened to her but surprisingly her life didn't flash before her eyes. Another gunshot could be heard, bringing Raven back to reality. In a hurry, she managed to turn off the ignition of her car before rushing onto the porch and into the safety zone of her grandmother's house.

Raven panted heavily as she pressed her back against the door, shrugging the heavy luggage off of her aching shoulder onto the ground. Tugging her hood down from her back, her long dark brown hair cascading onto her shoulders. She then unzipped her puffy coat and took it off. Sighing heavily, she tossed the discarded jacket onto the hallway.

As the day proceeded, she had unpacked her things and settled down into a room upstairs. At dinnertime, she made a cold turkey sandwich but it was untouched because she had been too busy typing away at her laptop in which she stationed at the dinning room table.

Raven Hood was a well-respected journalist that worked for a major newspaper called the Tampa Bay Star. She answered the questions of desperate women on relationships, men, and sex. It was a good living but still as she was answering the questions to resolve the problems of many women, she had relationship-men-sex problems of her own.

"Fuck." She cursed softly as she now developed a writer's block. Flipping her laptop shut, she rested both of her elbows on the polished wood table. Raven glanced to cold turkey sandwich that laid pathetically on the small plate but she wasn't hungry, she needed . . . she needed a smoke. She rose from her seat and made her way upstairs, into her new room. She then fished through the drawers of her dresser before she finally found brand spanking new cart of cigarettes upon her clothing.

Ripping open the plastic of the cart, she popped out a cigarette before tossing the cart onto the bed. In a minute or so, she was outside on the back porch. The cold weather had lessened but not by much. Sliding a fraction of the cigarette between her lips, she lit the other end of the stick before she inhaled cold air and exhaled smoke. She had promised herself a long time ago to stop smoking but she couldn't. It was a hard fucking habit to break!

A icy breeze cut through the night-infested area but luckily, she wore her red jacket to help protect herself from it. As she leaned against a wooden rail and exhaled another puff of smoke, little did she know several feet away a creature observed her carefully within the confines of the woods. 'She shall be mine.' The creature promised himself before slipping deep into the woods. ‘Little Red, you shall be mine.’

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Author's Note: This just the beginning. Next chapter will be up soon. What do you think? Your feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Love,
Mother Goose