Because I am tied up
with NaNoWriMo all month, I decided to re-run one of my popular past posts.
Enjoy! FYI, my word count is ahead of schedule! Yay!
You might be surprised to learn there is a whole cadre of
writers of erotic folk and fairy tales. It’s sort of like the old Rocky and Bullwinkle TV show’s
“Fractured Fairy Tales” taken up a few notches.
I mean, really, just think what you could do with plot line
like Sleeping Beauty. Horny young
prince comes upon sleeping maiden. (How does he know, by the way--whether she’s
a maiden? After all, once you know for sure, then she isn’t!) What to do, what
to do? He takes liberties, of course. And she awakens gladly into his arms.
Riiiight! Not in real life. She’d be ticked off. And then the fun begins.
Then there’s the matter of Snow White (sure she is) living with seven guys. Cozy, eh? Sounds
like a case of nymphomania, to me. Wonder if she likes it in ménage or if she
just takes them on one at a time? Does she give each Dwarf his own day or does
she have favorites she pops more than once a week? And how about the
“equipment”? I’ve heard--never had direct experiences--that the dwarves weren’t
dwarf everywhere.
If you like your folk tales spicy hot, check Annie Eppa, A.
Violet End, Selena Kitt, Cerys du Lys, Adriana Hunter, Elizabeth Black, Nadia
Wilde and others. It is a field that just keeps attracting more and more
erotica writers.
How can I resist? I’ve always loved folk tale variants, so
here is the start of one of my erotic folk tale books. When I finish it, you’ll
know!
SCARLETT IN THE HOOD
by
Angelica French
CHAPTER ONE
Prince Wolfe leaned his back
against the headboard and pulled Nana to his chest. His fingers trailed down
her arm and her shiver rubbed her nipples deeper into him. She watched his eyes
as she moved again, pressing into his hardness.
“Whoa, Girl!” Prince held her
back. “Let a guy rest, will ya? Damn. I thought I scratched that itch. You’re
one hot woman, you know that? But if you want to play some more . . .”
He pushed her head lower, and
shifted himself so she could find what she looked for.
“Rinnnnggg. Rinnnnggg.”
Nana looked up, annoyed at
the interruption. “Damn phone.” Nana leaned across Prince, draping her breasts
on his legs. “Hello?”
She listened to the response.
She mouthed “my daughter” to Prince as she looked over her shoulder. She pushed
herself upright, and held the phone close to her mouth and gave a big cough.
“No, Honey. It’s not really better. I told you before, I don’t think we should
get together tonight. I’d better rest. I’m in bed now.”
Prince smirked as he reached
over and tweaked a nipple.
