Grinn's Erotic Fairy Tales

By Lilith Goode

Snow White's gone missing. Her BFF, Little Red Riding Hood, is out looking for her, accompanied by her boyfriend Wolf and Prince Charming. Meanwhile, Snow is hiding out with the dwarves, while her evil stepmother, the dragon Queen, is doing everything in her power to find her so she can finish her off.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: Apr 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215459645

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake.My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac.When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out).Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like.I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac.At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it.That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica.(I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the sex down so I could sell them as straightforward fiction, but what fun would that be?)And I'm sorry, but I don't see the point in writing if you don't tell a story, so you'll just have to suffer through the myriad adventures my girls and gurls encounter as they bounce from one bed to another. Or the couch, desk, floor etc... I'm still trying to figure out how to write a sex scene on the ceiling, although I've come pretty close to it with Dove.Most of my early works were either centered around sexually 'enthusiastic' girls, or a little later, BBC loving ones, but for some time now I've been interested in trans girls. I blame Supergirl, and the lovely and talented young trans actress who was featured on that show. Because, let's face it, if I'm fascinated by the thought of a young girl transitioning from a virgin to a sex maniac after her first time, then the idea of a boy who does the same thing, sacrificing not only his 'cherry' but his male identity, is positively irresistible.(A friend once told me I was contrary. I argued with them, of course, but they have a point. I love stories or characterizations that challenge the rules or norms of society. What can I say? I'm just a troll at heart.)So, along with my usual fare, you'll find a lot of my more recent works feature sissies or trans girls. If you're not into that sort of thing, make sure you check my categorizations. Don't worry, you'll still find lots of sweet young nymphomaniacs and hot interracial sex among my other works.As always, I would be greatly appreciative of any feedback regarding my writing style that anyone would care to share with me, either directly at [e-mail] or by posting reviews of my works on-line wherever you purchased your edition. Also, good news for all you people out there who, like me, love free stuff. I'm not getting any younger, and I like the idea of people reading my books after I'm gone, so I've decided to make all of them free from now on, including any future ones. I've got about four I'm trying to finish up before that final visitor shows up knocking on my door, (including a cute takeoff on Grimms' Fairy Tales that I hope to have out in a couple of weeks) so keep an eye out for them. I'm not exactly clear on how it works, but I think if you either sign up for alerts or 'favorite' me you'll get notified when I publish something new, so you might want to do one or both of those things if you haven't already.XOXO,Lilith

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GRINN’S EROTIC FAIRY TALES

Copyright 2023 Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

Cover Image Credit 123RF

ISBN: 9798215459645

You may think you know the story of Cinderella, Prince Charming, Little Red Riding Hood, and Snow White, but you’ve never heard this version before. It isn’t a fairy tale for the kiddies, that’s for sure!

GRINN’S EROTIC FAIRY TALES

Once upon a time there was a shapely young lass who was loved by all the young men in town, and she loved all of them back. But no one loved the girl as much as her doting grandmother, who would give her anything she asked for. Once, when she was younger, her grandmother bought her a red velvet dress that had a hood attached to it, and she wore it so often that soon everyone started calling her Little Red Riding Hood.

She loved the outfit so much that she continued to wear it even after she had reached her full maturity and had really outgrown it, resulting in it being so short that it barely hid her most private area, and so tight that the neckline was stretched very wide by her bountiful breasts.

She found a pair of red velvet platform sandals online that she adored. They had eight-inch heels and two thin red straps with gold buckles over the lower section and one more that wrapped around her ankle, and her grandmother bought them for her even though her mother said she looked like a total tramp in them.

Little Red Riding Hood didn’t know it, but her grandmother bought her things like that as revenge on her daughter, who had been quite the little slut herself when she’d been Red’s age, although she seemed to have forgotten those times now.

Some of the older townspeople thought it was all quite scandalous, but it only made the young men love Little Red more. And when the townsfolk complained to the mayor he called her into his office, and after they had a very long and mutually satisfying meeting, he decided that people should be free to wear whatever they liked in his town.

*****

Little Red, can’t you at least wear panties underneath your dress?

It’s too tight, mother. The panty lines show through.

Her mother sighed. Ever since Little Red had turned eighteen she had become somewhat headstrong, and now that the girl was almost twenty she was beginning to worry that her daughter would never get married. After all, why buy the cow if the milk is free? Especially if the cow has been milked by everyone in town. Not for the first time she gave silent thanks to Little Red’s fairy godmother for the foresight she had shown in choosing her birthing gift.

Well, will you do me a favor please? Your grandmother isn’t feeling well so I baked her a nice cake. Take it and this bottle of wine to her.

Little Red hesitated. She had a date planned that afternoon with Jack, the candle maker’s son. Then she thought Even though Jack’s fun and makes me laugh, he’s not that great in the hay. His wick is too short and usually burns out too quickly. And I haven’t seen grandmother for a while.

All right.

Thank you.

Her mother placed the bottle of wine and the cake container in a woven basket and Little Red headed for the path through the woods to where her grandmother lived. On the way she took out her phone and called Jack.

Hey, baby.

Hi Jack. I’ve got some bad news.

You told me you had an IUD.

Little Red giggled.

Not that bad. I just need to cancel our date. My grandma’s sick and I’m going to visit her.

But I’ve been looking forward to it all week.

Sorry, sweetie. I’ll make it up to you.

How?

Hold on. I’ll call you right back.

Little Red set the basket on the ground and placed the phone on a large rock next to the path, set the camera’s timer, then walked off a little way and turned to face it. She pulled her top down to expose her large, succulent, pear shaped breasts and hiked her skirt up to show off her plump little pussy, which she kept scrupulously waxed. Arching her back to show off her breasts, she made a kissy face and held the pose until the camera had taken her picture, after which she rearranged her clothes and retrieved the camera.

Little Red had no idea that her actions were being observed by a new woodsman in town, a huge, devilishly handsome man named Wolf with skin the color of mahogany and light brown eyes that were almost yellow. When he smiled at a girl her panties would become soaked in an instant. Let’s just say he did all right with the ladies.

Once she’d sent Jack the picture, she called him back.

How’s that?

Babe! Now I’m more disappointed than ever!

I’ll tell you what. I’ll come over after dinner and make your wick burn hotter than it ever has, okay?

Will you wear your red fishnet stockings?

Giggling, Little Red replied Sure thing, lover. Later.

She didn’t bother telling him not to post it online. They always lied. And truthfully, she got a thrill out of knowing that complete strangers all over the world were jerking off to the sight of her hot, naked young body, and loved when she stumbled across one of her photos on the internet.

Little Red picked up the basket and started off again. The woodsman, who had heard about her from some of the other fellows in town and had been looking forward to making her acquaintance, decided to play a little trick on her. He knew her grandmother because she’d hired him to keep her firewood supply stocked. Grinning, he turned and headed through the woods to her cottage, knowing he would arrive before she did since he could travel in a straight line and the path she was on tended to meander quite a bit.

*****

But Mummy, why can’t I go to the ball?

Sissyrella dearest, the ball is being given so the Prince can look over prospective brides.

So? I’d look great in a formal ball gown. You know I’m prettier than Prissy and Missy, and I have a much nicer body.

Both were true. Sissyrella’s stepmother had started her on hormone replacement therapy as soon as her true self became apparent, and by now she had large, lovely breasts, a wonderfully trim tummy, and a beautifully curvaceous butt that none of the men in the pub she frequented could resist playfully pinching. Among other things they liked to do to it when she’d let them, which she usually would.

Sissyrella’s stepmother, who always tried to be kind and understanding of her stepson’s, um, stepdaughter’s feelings, hesitated.

Well… dear, a Prince’s bride must be able to bear his children to provide heirs to the throne. Then, as an afterthought, she added And your sisters are both lovely young ladies.

Oh, I get it. Just because I don’t have a pussy I’m being discriminated against. Again.

I’m sorry, dear. I’ll tell you what. I’ll take you to Sexy Me and we’ll go on a shopping spree.

Sissyrella, who loved Sexy Me, was not to be pacified.

"I don’t want more slutty clothes. My