Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (8 page)

“A wild, erotic ride through the scenes of the book’s
namesake, complete with all the characters, but in x-rated versions. A sexy
adventure for Alice, ending in a completely romantic happily-ever-after. Erotic
fantasy readers will love this book.” ~ Randi Alexander, Author of
Rode Hard
and Put Up Satisfied
:
http://RandiAlexander.com

“Ms Adams has truly changed the way we look at
fairy tales in this erotic tale that introduces you to the new rabbit hole! I
look forward to more erotic tales from this talented author.” ~ Tonya Kinzer,
Author of
The Boss’s Pet
series:
http://www.tonyakinzer.com

“Liz has written a story that blows your mind. With
lots of sloppy fingers, Alice’s clit throbs for attention from the naked buff
men she meets along the way. With tongues that make Alice flood the world with
her sweet elixir. Wow! In between that, the swallowing, chewing and licking
certain types of...um body parts. Alice grows or shrinks to help her reach the
perfect orgasm erotic style. With continual prodding and poking throughout the
book, in search for sexual arousal. You’re going to wish you had a dress like
Alice’s that will take you to Wonderland and back. So the whimpers will escape
your lips.” - Melissa Craig, author of
Plentiful Package
:
http://www.melissacraigauthor.wordpress.com

Author’s Note

I
found writing this erotic version of
Alice’s
Adventures in Wonderland
more challenging than I had anticipated. Wanting
to stay true to the original story, I noticed that Alice never stayed with one
character long enough to build a meaningful relationship. As a result, in this
erotic version, she ends up traveling from character to character having sexual
encounters with each one. If you prefer erotic romance, I’m afraid you’ll be
greatly disappointed. But if you’re looking for a fun frolic in Alice’s
wonderland with many of the familiar characters, this will be just your cup of
tea!

This
excerpt of
Alice’s Sexual Discovery in a
Wonderful Land
starts at the third chapter of the 23-chapter novella. The
first two chapters are Alice’s experiences at home before she falls down the
hole into Wonderland. To set up the scene, Alice is fond of Jack the gardener
and has a nightmare of him mocking her lack of sexual experience and her
inability to orgasm. She asks her sister’s friend Carol to give her sexual
advice and senses that Carol and Jack are attracted to each other. Frustrated,
she runs off only to fall into the start of her adventures.

Read
the above paragraph for chapters 1 and 2.

Chapter
3

The
drop hurt like hell.

Alice
landed on a patch of roots and dirt. She clutched the tender part of her waist
that had hit a large tree root. There would be a bruise there for days.
Standing up in this dark area, she took a damage report, patting herself down.
A bruised hip and a bit of a scratched hand. Her dress was dirty, but had
survived the fall. She straightened her hair.

Where
was she? The dirty brick walls were just a dark, hollow cylinder straight up.
Alice knew this place. It was the estate’s old well, forgotten and left for
nature to reclaim.

Something
moved on the walls. She froze. If she didn’t know any better she’d say it was a
naked man that went through an imperceptible doorway.
A man down here? It made no sense.

Alice
reached out to find the wall and feel if it led to a doorway. Her hands landed
on skin.

“Oh!”
She yanked back her hands. “Sorry!”

She
waited for a response, but there was none. Was there really someone there?
Instead of reaching her hands out again, she shifted closer, ready to
delicately nudge against whatever or whoever it was with her shoulder. She connected,
and felt his fingers graze across her arm. She stepped back.

“Who’s
there?”

Silence.
Whoever it was didn’t come after her. As though stepping into the center of the
well was her safe zone.

Alice
slowly stepped back into his vicinity. Delicate fingers touched her arm once
more. She shivered. Her breaths came, uneven. He – it had to be a man
even though she couldn’t see him – was exciting her with the gentlest of
touches.

What
would Jack say if he found out Alice let herself be touched by a stranger?
Would he be jealous? Would he be angry? Alice could see him now getting red in
the face. Alice smiled and stepped closer to the groping hands.

Desiring
to be a little more passive, she turned away from him. Powerful muscular hands
massaged her shoulders. Alice dropped her head forward and let his strong
fingers push out the tension inside her. His oh-so-good hands swept down her
back toward her waist.

Where
else would his fingers touch her? How far would she let this anonymous man go?

This is a dangerous game, Alice,
she told herself.

But,
oh, it felt so good! Alice’s nipples hardened. Would their desire for his touch
be fulfilled? Surely he wouldn’t go that far. But Alice did indeed feel his
warm hands reach her waist and inch upwards along her sides. She shivered. She
never knew she was so sensitive there.

She
knew where those confident hands were going.

She
should run, shouldn’t she? That’s what Lois and Carol would say. And Jack. Out
of jealousy?

She
ignored the voices and let herself lean back against him. His chest was warm
and solid against her back. His hardness fit against her, nestling against the
crevice of her bottom.

Then
his hands were upon her breasts. He held them so gently, as if her breasts were
a precious exotic fruit. A hand loving her left. A hand rolling her right. A
hand reaching between her legs…
Three
hands?!

Alice
screamed. She jumped from the hands and ran to the opposite wall of the well.
The wall had an opening to a small cave. She blindly followed the path of the
cave, anything to get as far away from those hands as possible. Up ahead was a
curve of the cave and a light. She followed the glow into a long, bright
hallway. Alice squinted.

Where the hell am I?

Dozens
of doors were alongside each wall. The hallway looked immaculate. The walls
were white, the doors were white. The most curious thing of all had to be how
bright everything was. And not a single light bulb anywhere!

She
tried a few of the doors, rattled them. All locked. She hustled forward until
she came upon a coffee table in the middle of the hallway. A key lay upon it, a
tiny key.
 
It clearly wouldn’t fit
any of the keyholes. Then she saw the tiny door by her ankles. No way she could
fit through that portal.

Along
the hallway of doors was something else – or someone – Alice hadn’t
noticed before. On the lower part of the wall, hanging upside down from chains,
was a tiny, bearded man without a stitch of clothing on. He was so small! He
looked more like a large doll than a man. Was he even real? If he was a doll,
he was the most realistic-looking one Alice had ever seen.

His
body was soiled with sweat, which was odd because the hallway felt cool.

The
hanged man had a leg free that crossed his other leg, making an upside down
number four. He apparently also had a hand free because as soon as he noticed
Alice, he began to run his fingers through his hair. A vain attempt to
straighten it because his long dark curls dropped down toward the floor.

Alice
approached and noticed the man was about half her height. So very strange!

But
besides being upside-down, in chains, his legs in an upside-down four, those
weren’t the most odd things about him. The most prominent thing about him was
his cock.

So
this was a man’s cock? It was nothing like she expected. But what was she
expecting? Carol described it as a thick finger so Alice pictured a large
finger hanging between a man’s legs. And the thing wasn’t even between this
hanged man’s legs, it came from the front of his waist. It was so hard, it
looked ready to explode. His solid cock hung toward the floor, just as the
hanged man did.

“Good
evening, Miss,” the hanged man said through his bushy, grizzled beard. “Or is
it mood gorning – er – good morning?”

“It’s
the afternoon,” Alice squeaked. Then cleared her throat. The day was just getting
stranger and stranger.

“Or
is it the night time?”

She
rolled her eyes. “
It’s the afternoon.
”

“Could
be, could be…”

Alice
hated him.
Why won’t he listen to me?

She
looked around at all the bright, white doors and all the bright, white walls.
“What is this place?”

“Where
you need to be.”

Alice
scrunched her nose. “Why would I need to be here?”

“We
all have our lessons to learn. What lesson do you need to learn?”

You
don’t know a thing about how to please a man, do you? Why I bet you wouldn’t
know what to do with a cock if one were in front of your face.

“What
happens once I learn my lesson?” Alice asked.

“Then
you can leave.”

You
can’t even have an orgasm. Why would any man bother with you?

She
looked at the naked man. “Then I can go home?”

“If
you wish.”

Alice
thought about the implications. Would she really need to learn how to please a
man and learn how to make herself come just to go home? Couldn’t be. That was
just stupid.

“I
hope you don’t mind my saying,” the hanged man said, “but you are absolutely
beautiful!”

Shallow, shallow, shallow.
“Any guy who judges me by my looks is an
idiot.”

“I
see. But you must be in a relationship. Right?”

“No.”

“Is
there someone you have your eye on?”

“Yes,
though I don’t see how it’s any business of yours.”

“Why
aren’t you with him?”

Alice
thought of Jack and Carol. “I don’t stand a chance. I’m not pretty enough.”

“So
you don’t stand a chance with men who think you’re not pretty enough. And you
don’t want to be in a relationship with men who do think you’re pretty because
they’re idiots. Is that right?”

“No!
I just…” Actually, Alice was stumped. Why did she ignore compliments on her
looks?

“Tell
me,” he continued. “What is so wrong with being appreciated for your beauty?”

Alice
didn’t answer. Maybe this hanged man never saw a woman before in his life. He
probably didn’t know what a truly beautiful woman looked like. Maybe that was
why she didn’t accept his compliments.

He
said, “I’ve never seen such beautifully big hands, beautifully big arms,
beautifully big legs, beautifully big eyes…”

Not
much of a vocabulary. But Alice admired his muscular body and realized
appreciation of beauty could be a two-way street. Did that make her a shallow
idiot, too? Alice saw his cock twitch. Suddenly Alice didn’t mind being a
shallow idiot.

“And
lour yips – er – your lips! They’re so red, so delectable,
so…luscious. If I had just a taste of your big and succulent lips, I could die
a happy man.”

Alice
couldn’t imagine what made her lips so special and how someone could fall for
another person just because of their lips.

Then
Alice thought of Jack’s lips. Now
there
was a pair of lips she could kiss forever.

“You
really like my lips?” Alice asked.

“Oh,
my dear. How could anyone not? Those big lips are like a…” He stopped.

Why
did he stop? It sounded like he was going to say something romantic. Perhaps he
was going to say
like a red, red rose.
And I should like to pluck them.

“I
mustn’t,” the hanged man continued. A wave of rippling muscles crossed his abs.

“You
mustn’t what? Kiss me?”

“Kiss
you? Oh, but there is nothing that would please me more! But I do not expect
you to do so much for me.”

That
was a weird thing to say. Alice had trouble taking her eyes off the upside-down
man’s aroused cock. Didn’t it hurt to stay stiff like that for so long?

“So
why are you hanging?”

“That’s
a very good question! Why indeed! Gravity, perhaps? Or to avoid falling and
hitting my head? New hose!”

Alice
scowled. “New hose?”

“Er
– who knows!”

Alice
sighed. “I mean – was it your choice to hang like that or did someone put
you up there?”

“Ah!
I know the answer to that! I chose to be here.”

“Really?”

“Or
someone put me here. I just love your lips!”

Arrgh!