The truth about little red riding hood and the wolf. I was deep in the forest and it was getting dark, light was running scarce. Only my red cloak and hood shielded me from the fierce cold. There was a crackle behind me, I couldn’t help but feel something was following me. I looked around
Camping with my Dom Pt. 02
*authors note – this second part was written from my Dom’s perspective*He scrabbled along behind me and looked up at me with absolutely pathetic eyes “Please take the spreader off”. I stopped and looked down at him skeptically, pretending like I was thinking about it. He took the opportunity to try and talk his way