So, how could I buy Red’s wide-eyed naïveté?
Come on, Sister. Granny’s gown has gone transparent in a deluge of dribble. You can hear the beastly panting, feel his breath. You can see his nose twitching, scenting you as his instincts tell him, pounce, tear, devour. He’s not fooling anyone, least of all you. And yet, you stay. You play the game. You offer him your little basket of jam-slathered muffins….
Come to think of it, perhaps my fondness for double entendre was unwittingly kindled by Warner Bros. cartoons.
Oh, don’t be so vulgar, Cherry, you say. That’s a children’s story.
True. But you know, it didn’t used to be.
Most of the fairy tales we first heard in the nursery – stories made ubiquitous in the collections of Charles Perrault and the Brothers Grimm and later translated to animated film and television versions – were born as folk tales spun over campfires and tavern bars after the children had already gone to sleep. Bawdy and beyond, they were stories in which sleeping princesses fell unwitting victim to lustful suitors and often awoke with children to tend; in which fitting into that celebrated slipper meant so much that women mutilated themselves to win the prince’s hand; in which the violence, gore and cannibalism (that later authors somehow felt was okay to leave in for the youngsters) were matched equally with all manner of licentious and erotic imagery.
Come on, Sister. Granny’s gown has gone transparent in a deluge of dribble. You can hear the beastly panting, feel his breath. You can see his nose twitching, scenting you as his instincts tell him, pounce, tear, devour. He’s not fooling anyone, least of all you. And yet, you stay. You play the game. You offer him your little basket of jam-slathered muffins….
Come to think of it, perhaps my fondness for double entendre was unwittingly kindled by Warner Bros. cartoons.
Oh, don’t be so vulgar, Cherry, you say. That’s a children’s story.
True. But you know, it didn’t used to be.
Most of the fairy tales we first heard in the nursery – stories made ubiquitous in the collections of Charles Perrault and the Brothers Grimm and later translated to animated film and television versions – were born as folk tales spun over campfires and tavern bars after the children had already gone to sleep. Bawdy and beyond, they were stories in which sleeping princesses fell unwitting victim to lustful suitors and often awoke with children to tend; in which fitting into that celebrated slipper meant so much that women mutilated themselves to win the prince’s hand; in which the violence, gore and cannibalism (that later authors somehow felt was okay to leave in for the youngsters) were matched equally with all manner of licentious and erotic imagery.
I am glad for the artwork it is awesome. I love the suductive posesand wish part 2 woould have had more pics.
Artwork looks awesome!
this is such a cool different kind of story.
I love you forever!!! and aparently boyfriend already has this artist on his fav list on deviant art.
Great artwork.