Dark Chocolate and Strawberries

By Daryl Devore

What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear "Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daryl Devore
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393595106

Daryl Devore

Autrice di narrativa erotica, Daryl Devore ama creare personaggi forti, indipendenti e affascinanti. I suoi cattivi ragazzi ispirano ogni volta un mondo di storie avvincenti.

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Dedication

A heart-felt thank you to CeeRee for all her patient help and advice. I may have continued to drive her slightly crazy with the number of emails begging for advice on how to make my cover.

Please Note

This book was previously released by New Dawning Book Fair and titled Sexy Red Hood. I received my rights back and have updated the cover and the story. All other copies (eBook or print) of Sexy Red Hood are no longer valid and should not be purchased.

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All characters in this work of fiction were created by the author's imagination - warped as it may be. Any resemblance in name or characterization to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Which means I created these characters. I didn't base it on anybody.

All sexually active characters in this work are eighteen or older.

Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the author, Daryl Devoré.

Blurb

What's a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda 'Red' Hood is summoned to her mother's executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it's too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother's warning rings in Red's ear Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Sexy Red Hood.

5 STAR REVIEW – from previously released version

An excellent retelling!

This is quite a different retelling of the classic Little Red Riding Hood that we are all accustom to. It is definitely an adults only version, but a great one at that! I loved that there was a bit of mystery added in and even though the names gave a bit away as to who was who, you still weren't sure who Red would finally have in her bed. The fact that this took place on a seniors cruise was an added touch I really enjoyed. And the roll play at the end of the book was just so fitting!! I would definitely recommend this title and I will be reading more from this author.

Dark Chocolate and Strawberries

Chapter One

Every good fairy tale begins with once upon a time . This one begins with once upon a dream .

OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD. She ran her fingers through his hair.

He reached his hands up to her shoulders and trickled his fingertips to her hips. His strong fingers kneaded her breasts. Her erect, pink nipples rubbed against his rough hands each butt cheek and dug his fingers into her flesh.

She slid her fingers along his chest and flicked his nipples. You make me feel so hot.

Applying tender kisses on her stomach, he moved from her navel to her thigh. He pressed a hand on each inner thigh, urging her to spread her legs. A thrill tingled in her as he licked his lips.

Like what you see? She wiggled her bottom.

A smile crossed his face as he lowered his head between her legs. Using small nips and kisses, he traced a path along her thigh and stopped when his lips brushed the edge of her bush. Licking her slit, he caressed the inside of her thigh with the tips of his fingers. When his hand reached her pussy, his finger teased her wetness.

Don't stop! She entangled her fingers in his hair.

His finger slid deep into her as his tongue neared her clit. Baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you beg for...

...and oil prices soared as the cost of a barrel of crude rode to an all-time record...

OH GAWD, MOANED RED, as she grabbed a pillow to cover her ears. It can't be morning.

...lost three to two. The Chicago Blackhawks traded right winger, Steve...

From under the pillow, she forced one eye to open. The digital alarm clock showed 6:07.

...snow and blowing snow and near record cold temperatures...

I don't wanna get up. Her left hand reached out from under the warm blankets and slapped at the snooze button. Closing her eyes, she sighed and settled back into sleep. Can I just go back to my dream?

...all roads leading into the downtown core are slow and there are two major accidents on Michigan Avenue. Delays and cancellations at O'Hare International....

Again, her left hand thrust out from under the blankets and pressed the snooze button. No sooner had she settled back under the covers, the annoying beep-beep-beep of the backup clock sounded.

Red sighed and threw back the covers. A blast of cool air chilled her arms. There was only one way to shut off this alarm – get out of bed, walk across the room and smack the damn button.

Which she did, then trudged to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stumbled into the kitchen. After popping a cinnamon raisin bagel into the toaster, she returned to the shower. Eyes closed, Red enjoyed the sensation of the water as she lathered her hair.

Monday. The mind-numbing day I get to put up with Mom's endless questions of what I did over the weekend. Which completely differs from Friday’s mind-numbing questions of what plans I have for the weekend. Do I have a date? Who? Or why not? She could always call Mrs. Brenston. Her son, Irvin...ugh. Why won't she get out of my love life? What? Does she think I'll never find anyone?

As she rubbed the soap over her curvaceous body, her mind drifted back to the dream and the touch of her fantasy man's hands and lips on her body. Warmth grew between her legs. Her nipples hardened to the touch as her fingers rippled over her soft full breasts. She leaned against the cool tiles enjoying both of the sensations of her caressing hands and the water streaming the length of her body.

While her left hand teased her nipple, the right slid down her soap-covered body until her fingers entwined in her trimmed bush. She shuddered as her middle finger moved lower and brushed across her super-sensitive clit. Reaching to the base, she flicked her finger upward with gentle strokes on the underside of her clit. Each touch deepened the ache growing inside her pussy.

Damn. Wish I had my dildo.

Red inserted a finger into her wet pussy and strummed her nub with her thumb. Water massaging her neck and cascading over her breasts and taut nipples, she thrust her finger in and out pushing herself toward sexual ecstasy. Her knees buckled and she slammed her free hand against the shower wall to stabilize herself. Her heart pounded and her breath came in deep gasps, she lost herself in the sensations she caused in her body.

Her thumb alternated between flicks across her clit and circles around it. Inserting a second finger, she gasped at the tingle but didn't break the rhythm. Deep within the orgasmic wave began to build. Each stroke pushed the moment closer. Every caress on her button drove the arousal higher.

Oh, this feels so good. Ah!

Her hand slipped on the water-covered wall, but she steadied herself, driving her body to the moment of ultimate release.

"Oh.