Everyone’s heard the story. Little Red Riding Hood goes over to her Grandmother’s house, finds a big bad wolf, blah blah blah. Sure, we got it. But what if I told you that this isn’t the real story? What if I told you that over the generations it’s been toned down and stripped of its real and vicious truths, deemed too pervasive for sensitive children?
Oh, yes. In a horrible twist of fate, this tale of dark happiness has been turned into a stale and generic vanilla bedtime story, when all along it was actually meant as a timeless cautionary story of sexual liberation and dominating freedom. There’s a reason that the big bad wolf has always been remembered, but it’s not for the reasons you think. It’s about time for us to return to the roots of this ageless fable and remember what it’s true meaning is. It’s a legend worth remembering. But, fair warning– it isn’t for the faint of heart. Afterall, it was changed and toned down for a reason.
What a lovely evening it is. Little Red Riding Hood is off to that familiar cabin in the woods, so cozy and nice. But, contrary to the popular legend, it’s not over to Grandmother’s house that she goes– but somewhere far more devious and commanding. No– she’s off to an old and hungry friend from her past. For you see, unknown by many, Little Red has grown and matured over the years, just like her choice in sweets. With time, she’s eventually discovered a taste for something a little stronger and darker than just ginger and candy. No, these days, she finds herself craving something more carnal and abusive. There’s a strong submissive side to her that just begs for attention, and when the time arises when she can no longer suppress it– well, what big teeth the wolf has– so eager to take a bite out of our whimpering hero. Strap yourselves in readers. It’s Little Red Riding Hood like you’ve never seen her before.