Little Red Riding Hood

Her flaming red hair hangs

Like a scarlet cape, framing

her alabaster face.

Only the splatter of freckles adds

colour, like someone, has flicked

ochre coloured paint across her nose.

She fastens her choker,

the diamonds glitter creating

a rainbow around her slender neck.

Suspenders and stockings encase

her slender, perfectly curved legs.

Crotchless knickers giving just

a glimpse of his present for the evening.

She strokes herself briefly, imagining

his cock entering her then she stops.

More preparation needed.

A splash of Chanel number 5

A tight fitting basque

A freshened-up vibrator

Butt plugs

Handcuffs

A glass of wine to calm her nerves.

The apartment bell rings loudly

announcing his arrival.

Opening the door,

her serpent like tongue

flashes across her crimson lips.

‘You’re late,’ she whispers

as he slams her against the hallway wall.

Her breath leaves her body,

like a punctured sexual balloon

as his wolf-like teeth bite into her neck.