The Erotic Adventures of Little Red

By J P Philips

Once upon a time, in a land far away, lived a beautiful, young woman by the name of Little Red...

I don’t mind admitting that I’m especially fond of this story. It’s just the kind of thing I get a kick out of reading myself. It’s a little bit silly, it’s a little bit larger than life, but that’s exactly as I intended it to be. The Erotic Adventures of Little Red tells the tale of a young woman’s sexual misdeeds and mishaps up until the day when she stumbles upon the Big, Bad Wolf.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J P Philips
• Release date: May 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310251207

J P Philips

J P Philips describes himself as, "A perfectly ordinary, happily married, forty-something-year-old man who accidentally stumbled upon a talent for erotic writing." It began back in 2006 while, on a wine-fuelled whim, he decided to write a fictitious 'girlfriends' confession' in an attempt to be published by a certain mens' magazine. As a bi-product of that experience he discovered a strange thrill in writing erotica, and so he went on to create more stories, publishing them online in an amateur capacity, where he was awarded several prizes and quickly amassed a considerable fan-base. An early attempt at a personal website then followed, a professional publishing contract was duly signed, but in the end he decided that he really wanted to go it alone, and so he now publishes all of his short stories and novellas independently. Asked how best to describe his writing style, JP has come up with the snappy title, "Slightly-larger-than-life-story-led-hardcore".

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The Erotic Adventures of Little Red

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J P Philips

The Erotic Adventures of little Red

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The Erotic Adventures of Little Red

Once upon a time, in land far away, lived a beautiful young lady by the name of Little Red. Red wasn’t her real name, of course, and it’d been many a year since she could fairly have been described as being ‘little’, but it was what everyone had called her since the first soft fuzz of fiery red hair had appeared on her head as a babe in her mother’s arms. In fact, there were only a few in the village who could still remember Red’s given name, and even Red herself would have to think very hard on it if ever she wished to be reminded.

As a child, she’d hated her hair, as the boys in the village would pull at it and call her cruel names like ‘carrot-top’ and ‘copper-knickers’. During her journey towards adulthood, however, its tone had progressively softened until it settled into a rich, lustrous auburn, which she would take great care over washing, scenting and brushing until it shone like a polished horse chestnut.

It wasn’t only Red’s hair colour that had changed over those years, either, as she’d blossomed into an exceptionally attractive, young woman. And those very same boys who’d once teased her now found themselves tongue-tied and awkward when in her presence.

Yes, Little Red was by far the most beautiful girl in the village. Beyond the long, silky-soft hair that now fell well below her shoulders, she had eyes as deep and as green as a mill pond at sunset, a laugh that could melt the iciest of hearts, and lips, full, soft and utterly enticing. Her body had developed too, and now was as ripe and as juicy as a late summer pear. Once gangly and awkward, Red had ended up long in the leg and slim around the waist, yet with curves, and just where they counted. It’s perhaps foolish to even mention it, but Little Red had been further blessed with a particularly fine pair of breasts that were the envy of every woman over a certain age and the desire of every man below another.

Although Red’s family owned a handsome, dapple-grey draught, a dairy cow named Thistle, three goats and a good dozen or so hens, times were often hard on the farm, and her father kept a tight grip of the purse strings. This – much to Red’s displeasure – meant there was seldom money left over for new dresses. Consequently, she’d become something of an expert at repairing, altering and restyling, and although Red always tried to look her very best, there was only so much even she could do to adjust a dress, a skirt or a blouse she’d simply grown out of two years prior. Inevitably, this meant that her clothes were often that little bit tighter and that little bit shorter than was perhaps decent for a young lady of Red’s impressive dimensions – a fact that was much commented on, but rarely complained about, by the men of the village.

Now, though Red was hard working, strikingly beautiful and generally kind of heart, she was not always the picture of innocence I may have led you to believe. She’d never actually been with a man – well not at this stage in our story, at least – but that certainly didn’t stop her from thinking about such things. In fact, over the last year or two, Red found herself imagining that very thought several times a day. And when that strange tingling sensation would take a hold of her senses, she was not at all averse to skulking away to the meadow, where the long, lush grass would conceal her presence, so that she could lie down on her back, hitch up her skirt, and allow her hand to play between her thighs. Soon enough, Red would return to the farmhouse rosy cheeked, sticky-fingered and with a look on her face that would have her mother worrying she’d caught a chill.

Little Red was an inquisitive girl and over the years had become quite the student of