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 Lundbr br