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BUTTERFLY WINGS
By Tcheena3
CHAPTER ONE ?- Metamorphosis, Wings Begin to Flutter
They say that the sweep of a butterfly?s wings in the Amazon rainforest can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world.
Sounds great, but it?s a ridiculous premise, really, when you get right down to it. Oh, yes, I?m sure we all understand cause and effect. But to suggest that such a small action could spiral into such a huge reaction in such a comparatively short distance seems absurd.
At least, that?s what I used to think.
I know differently now.
I suppose I used to be like many people. My name is Erika and at 32 years old my life was pretty good, by and large. We were reasonably well-off, although comfortable rather than really wealthy. I was married to my childhood sweetheart - a handsome, loving husband and although we had no kids of our own, we had raised my 19 year old niece, Libby, since the death of her parents in a car crash when she was 6. She was gorgeous; sweet natured, beautiful, athletic and smart.
We had a large house that I was really proud of, with a Mercedes and a BMW in the double garage, and Phil had recently got a new position as a senior executive in another company. Nothing significant to complain of and lots to be thankful for!
Perhaps you?ve had those times in your life?
Everything is going so well, you get complacent. Sure, you understand that ?things? happen in life including disasters like the death of my sister Sally and her husband - Libby?s parents. But fundamentally, you know you are a good person and you don?t expect bad things to happen, certainly not as a result of your own stupidity and naivety.
Especially, hurricanes don?t get caused by the butterfly wing breeze of your life?s ordinary activities.
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I guess you could say it wasn?t a normal activity for me. But it certainly was an ordinary activity. Just a girl?s night out, really.
As I said before, Phil had a fairly new job. He was Sales Director of Lowry Life Systems, or LLS as it was commonly referred to. As I understood it at the time and I guess I wasn?t really that clued up on Phil?s new organisation, LLS was a ?boutique? pharmaceutical company, if that?s the right term.
What I did know about them, from Phil, was that they had supposedly developed a couple of new ?products? or drugs that were apparently going to revolutionise their particular sector of the marketplace.
Phil was very hush-hush about it. He wouldn?t even tell me what they were. However, he travelled frequently and sometimes for quite extended periods, apparently negotiating several major contracts to do with the new products. Phil was excited about his job for the first time in years and felt it was quite a feather in his cap that he was reporting directly to the company?s owner and CEO, Vida Lowry.
I tell you this, because it explains why I was involved in an ordinary (but not normal for me) activity.
You see, about two months after Phil started work at LLS, Vida Lowry had directed her PA to invite me to a ?girl?s night out? (her term). Apparently this was something she did fairly regularly as part of maintaining the ?friendly? atmosphere at LLS. Supposedly, Vida usually invited about six or eight women; either senior female executives, or the wives of her male execs.
I?m not typically a particularly gregarious character. I much prefer being out with just one or two close friends or maybe a small dinner party at home. But as the ?new girl? on the block, so to speak, I didn?t feel I could refuse. The invitation was for the coming Friday, when I knew Phil was going to be away on one of his trips. So of course I accepted, with all the due statements of deference and delight at being invited.
Phil had given me his thoughts on Vida before. He considered her to be an extremely accomplished CEO. He said she was sharp and incisive, making decisions quickly and effectively. She was fair and well-balanced in her judgments and looked after her people. Nevertheless, she was a hard task-master (or should that be mistress?), paying well but expecting a lot in return. He was learning an enormous amount working with her, but he had told me on a couple of occasions that there was something odd about her that he could never put his finger on? something that suggested to him that he should never entirely trust her.
Still, as he said, it was just a feeling and nothing had ever occurred to validate the feeling.
?It seems odd! How come she only invites the women?? I asked Phil. ?You?d think there would be a more family atmosphere if partners came too, don?t you reckon??
?Oh, I dunno,? Phil grinned. ?I think she believes that people need to let their hair down and that?s better if it?s without partners. Anyway, apparently she does organise events for ?the boys?, albeit more ?blokey? affairs than the girls nights. I haven?t had a chance to go yet, ?cos I?m always travelling! Still, I guess that?s one of the downsides of earning a big salary!?
?Ooooohhh? sound?s scary!? I joked, ?Ms Lowry all on her own with a bunch of boofy blokes down at the pub!? ?Yeah, right!? he responded sarcastically, ?I?m sure she has better taste than that. Anyway, she?s pretty hot! I can?t wait for my night out with her!?
?Don?t you even think about it!? I swatted his arm playfully.
?Come on, Darling, you know me? you?re the only one I?m remotely interested in?.
?Hah!? I replied, ?Who taught you to be so smarmy??
?Nothing smarmy about it! Why would I need anyone else when I?ve got the hottest little number in town all to myself? You?ve got the plumpest, roundest ass I?ve ever seen? and as for the rest of the package? well, what can I say??
I giggled and turned my back to him, bending slightly and rubbing my buttocks up and down in his crotch. ?And just what makes you think you?ve got me all to yourself?? I teased.
I could feel the beginnings of an erection in his pants. I knew he found my bottom really sexy and I also knew he wasn?t the only one. It?s a funny thing? I?ve always thought my ass was too big and fat, but I also know that lot?s of men seemed to find it really attractive. I couldn?t begin to count the number of times I?ve caught some guy leering at my backside when I?ve been out and about. In fact, I have to admit that I like the attention and often dress for it.
One of my favourite outfits includes a pair of light-weight white pants that hug my ass and legs and reveal every dimple on my butt cheeks. It?s about as close as I can get to being naked and still stay legal! I usually wear them with a tiny thong which is clearly visible or sometimes no underwear at all and take great delight strolling in the sun watching men eye me off.
Phil says that when I wear them, my buttocks are like two plump globes, separated by a deep cleft, which jiggle and sway from side to side as I walk. He says its no wonder that guys stare at me, since it makes him want to sling me over the arm of a chair and fuck me hard? preferably up the ass! I always laughed when he said that because he knew I wouldn?t have anal sex. It was sort of disgusting as well as probably painful. Anyway, I wasn?t game to try and I thought our sex was inventive and hot enough without going there.
There is one downside to wearing those pants. I often find myself getting very turned on by all the attention and if it goes on too long, or I get too hot, I end up with a spreading patch of dampness between my thighs that shows up clearly and darkly against the white of the pants! I usually have to rush home and get some relief. When I?m getting that relief, whether it?s a quick hard fuck from Phil, or a finger job, I invariably indulge in my favourite fantasies? fantasies that were the butterfly wings that caused my world to turn upside-down.
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The evening of Vida?s ?girl?s night out? was one of the weirdest I had experienced, although things were to get progressively worse over the months that followed. It might not seem that odd in the telling but I was na?ve and really quite inexperienced in the ways of the world. I?d probably always thought of myself as ?the girl next door? type. Blonde and pretty but not beautiful. Friendly and outgoing but only in my comfort zone. And that meant sticking with people I knew, going to places I was familiar with, doing the things that felt safe.
I arrived at the venue for our evening shortly after our agreed meeting time of 7:30 pm. I had spent a nervous hour or two getting ready, finally stepping out of the taxi feeling prepared but a bit anxious. I was dressed in black heels and my favourite black cocktail dress, a silky number that was hemmed just above the knee and draped sensuously over the contours of my body. I was slightly more heavily made up than usual and my blonde locks were brushed to a sheen and cascaded over my shoulders.
I felt quite presentable until I stepped into the gloom of the dimly-lit nightclub. The club was small and intimate and opulently furnished; discreet lighting, a small but well-stocked bar, leather armchairs and sofas, plush carpet and soft laid-back bluesy jazz playing in the background. I scarcely had time to look around before I spotted Vida and the other four women that made up the party seated in a far corner booth.
I felt immediately outclassed.
These women were absolutely gorgeous! I?m not quite sure how you tell things like this, but I knew in an instant that this group represented serious wealth and I felt like a shabby poor relation. They were all older than I. Probably ranging between 35 and early forties. In fact, I knew from what Paul had told me that Vida was 42.
There was something about their dress and their makeup and their hairdos that was just exactly so. A degree of perfection that you didn?t get by sitting in front of the mirror as I had, doing yourself up.
Vida, herself, I had met once before, shortly after Phil joined LLS. But on this occasion her height and her stunning body and her glorious mane of long black hair held an exotic commanding presence over the group. She greeted me warmly as she held my outstretched hand in the coolness of her own. As she introduced me around the table, she continued to hold my right hand in hers and placed her other arm lightly, but almost possessively around my shoulders.
?This is Maria,? she said, indicating a tiny, slim, sharp-featured, dark-haired woman of about 40 on my left. ?Maria is not with LLS, but she?s been a close personal friend for many years and often joins us at our little soir?es!? she went on, with a low throaty chuckle.
?Beatrice is Director of Product Development at LLS. She?s been with us about 7 years now. We just call her Beat for short!?
There was an amused laugh that went around the table at Vida?s comment. It seemed to contain knowledge of something that was hidden to me. I could only smile at Beatrice in shy acknowledgement of a joke that left me out.
She was an almost polar opposite of Maria. Tall, with a large frame and big breasts which she obviously made no attempt to hide given the tight sweater that was stretched over them. Her hair was a silvery white-blonde, long and pulled back severely into a tight bun at the back of her head. Beatrice was almost stereotypically Nordic, even down to the guttural Danish accent with which she said ?Welcome?.
The two remaining women turned out to be sisters. Tabitha and Tallulah, nicknamed Tab and Tall, were pale-skinned redheads. When I say red, I mean seriously red ? flaming, stand-out-in-a-crowd red. Their names apparently meant ?gazelle? and ?leaping, running water?. They certainly appeared athletic enough, although Tall was actually the shorter of the two! They were married to two of the LLS executive team.
So ? that?s the introductions.
What it doesn?t tell you is that, with the exception of Vida, they looked at me as if I was some weird insect that had crawled in. Actually, to be more accurate, their looks were predatory.
It started like that and continued for the remainder of the evening. Almost every time I glanced at one or other of them I seemed to intercept a look that had me pinned to the floor, undressing me with their eyes. I think I know now what a mouse feels like under a cat?s gaze. I assumed there was some internal politics in the company and perhaps I was seen as a threat of some sort. I certainly didn?t feel like they were sizing up a peer. More like a victim!
Thank God for Vida, though.
She was delightful. Warm, friendly, good-humoured, witty and a fabulous raconteur.
If it hadn?t been for Vida, I?m sure I would have left early. As it was, I was able to tell myself that since I wasn?t interested in playing office politics, they would soon lose interest in me. Vida plied me with drinks far more swiftly than I was used to drinking, and kept me involved in the banter that flowed back and forth.
It wasn?t long before I was well on the way to being drunk. I relaxed and started to enjoy myself.
It can?t have been more than half an hour of us being together than the talk turned to sex.
I was a bit shocked actually. I don?t really think of myself as a prude, but I wouldn?t have dived into a conversation like that with my girlfriends so quickly. Maybe one-on-one after an evening together we might have shared a bit about boyfriends and husbands. But this was down-and-dirty raucous talk about sexual encounters and fantasies and what partners would or wouldn?t do.
I was very uncomfortable although increasingly aroused at some of the talk. I dreaded the moment when the conversation would come around to me. I was far too embarrassed to share stuff like that with strangers.
Fortunately, just before the contributions had gone right around the table and ended up at me, Beat decided to demonstrate a point she was making. It was something about being able to get sex whenever and wherever she wanted it, but still be in control.
?Watch this!? she said.
When she stood up it was clear that she was truly a magnificent looking woman. Tall and strong, her ass swaying seductively beneath her skirt, she sashayed up to the bar and slid along next to a handsome young man who was sitting on his own nursing a scotch. Pressing one of her large breasts against his upper arm, she spoke softly into his ear. He looked up surprised and glanced over in our direction.
He said something to her and she pressed in closer and murmured some more. After a few more words his expression took on cat-with-the-cream smirk and he stood up and held up his elbow, offering her his arm.
She wrapped her arm around his and the two of them made their way across the darkened club into the hallway that led to the washrooms. She leaned heavily on him and swayed a bit as they walked, clearly well intoxicated.
It was obvious what had been arranged and there was an excited murmur around the group at our table. I found myself unexpectedly getting moist between my thighs and fantasising about how it would be if Phil was in Beat?s place and had ordered me to accompany him to a public place for a quickie! I felt myself blushing, but fortunately no-one noticed in the dim light.
Almost twenty minutes later, Beat and her ?beau? emerged from the hallway.
He looked shocked and pale and walked unsteadily towards the front door. Beat seemed to be supporting him although he looked a bit reluctant to accept her support. When they reached the door, Beat pretty much shoved him outside and then she swaggered back to the table with a grin and a fierce gleam in her eye.
?Hah!? she said as she arrived. ?He won?t be doing that again in a hurry!?
?O.K., come on tell us, what did you do?? asked one of the red-head sisters.
?Well, I offered him to fuck my ass if he was prepared to do it right then!? she responded coarsely. ?He thought all his Christmases had come at once! When we got to the Ladies, I locked us in so we wouldn?t be disturbed and let him have his way with me?
Well, actually, I had my way with him! I made him lie back on the floor and greased up his pathetic little weaner with the moisturiser. Then I sat on it!?
I couldn?t help myself. I blurted out ?What, in your bum?!?
The rest of the table burst out laughing and I felt my face going a deep fierce red as I realised how silly I must have sounded.
?Of course ?in my bum?!? Beat gave me a withering glance. ?You?ve gotta give them what you promise.?
?Yeah, but what about what you don?t promise?? asked Maria, with a sly grin.
?Ah! Well there?s the rub, so to speak. I waited till he?d rubbed himself almost to climax in me,? she punned. ?And then??
She paused.
The women eyed her expectantly.
?Then I got up and turned around into a 69 position,? she continued. ?At first he lifted his head and groaned, thinking he was going to miss out on his ?cum?. Then he stopped and relaxed back a bit when he realised I was going to suck his filthy little stick... At least that?s what he thought I was going to do?!
Anyway, I trapped his arms between my knees and sat on his face so he couldn?t breath. Then I held his balls in one hand and used my other hand to help to squeeze them as hard as I could! It was amazing! He screamed so hard, I could feel the vibration right up into my womb. That?s probably the only reason you didn?t hear anything out here. Once he breathed out with the first scream he was really fucked! He couldn?t suck a breath in through my butt and I just kept squeezing harder!?
She paused again and then continued.
?Jeez! I felt so powerful! He struggled like mad trying to breathe and at the same time trying to lock his thighs together so I couldn?t keep hurting him. I bet he thought he was going to die. I just pulled ball his balls upwards and squeezed them even harder! I think I might even have crushed one ball? there was a disgusting sort of squish! Phew! It was so hot?, I came in about 10 seconds flat!
The whole thing only took a few minutes. The rest of the time I?ve been helping him get to his feet!?
There was a round of applause and quiet cheers from around the table.
I found myself again just blurting out the thought uppermost in my mind. ?But why??
Beat turned to look at me.
?Because the sniveling little prick is married! He shouldn?t be so ready to accept favours from strangers. And anyway, it was fun! He?s hardly going to complain to his wife that he got beaten up by a woman in a club for trying to fuck her! Mind you? he?s probably going to have a hard time explaining the state of his balls.? She laughed - a wicked, deep-throated laugh.
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Not long after that, the party started to break up.
Shortly before, I had gone to the toilet to relieve myself. When I returned there was a fresh drink waiting for me. I downed it quite quickly as the others were making moves to go. Before long, I started to feel quite peculiar. I was definitely drunk, but with a strange kind of dissociated feeling, not unlike once in college when I had taken some acid.
?A weird mixture of conflicting emotions flowed through me. I was clearly still under scrutiny from the group which made me rather nervous but I was also feeling excited in a way that I couldn?t remember for a very long time, if at all.
I made moves to go as well, but Vida begged me to stay, saying she hadn?t enjoyed so much getting to know someone in a long time. She made me feel that she really wanted me to be part of the group. All evening there had been smiles and light touches of inclusion on my arm. She didn?t seem anything like the hard boss that Phil had made her out to be. I wondered if maybe he was covering up feelings for her. It wouldn?t surprise me? she almost had me wanting to be in relationship with her!
I?m just joking, of course.
I wasn?t that way inclined. But I had found myself becoming sexually aroused a few times during the evening, with all that erotic talk, and I guess one needs to hang one?s sexual excitement on something or someone.
Eventually everyone had gone except Vida and me. She didn?t seem at all inclined to go and the conversation continued on its raunchy way except that, with Vida?s encouragement, I was far more forthcoming than I had been with the others around.
Somehow I found myself sharing fantasies with Vida that I had never told anyone about before? not even Phil. I seemed to be talking from a great distance away, as if I was looking at myself from outside.
The fantasies all revolved around being humiliated and made to perform obscene acts in front of groups of people. There were often women in the groups but they served only to increase the depth of my humiliation, not to have sex with. The sex acts were always with men. Sometimes I was forced to perform for emotional reasons? humiliation, arousal or blackmail. Sometimes I was forced physically? tied down and fucked in the ass. Sometimes I was actually hurt? beaten or whipped.
I should say that except for pain and anal penetration, I could imagine myself being aroused by all fantasy elements in real life situations. However, those two things were something that existed only in my unreal fantasies. If I ever tried to imagine them in a real situation, you know? imagine someone really hurting me in real life or actually trying to fuck my ass, as opposed to just fantasising about it, I know it would turn me right off immediately. Strange how the mind works!
Anyway, there I was spilling the beans to Vida, a woman I had only briefly met once before.
As I continued I found myself becoming more and more aroused. No doubt it had a lot to do with the alcohol as well, but there was also that spacey detached feeling and before long I was as wet as soup between my thighs. The more I talked, the wetter I got and the harder it was to keep still. I was twitching about, hoping like mad that I wasn?t leaving a snail?s trail of slime through my dress onto the seat, and trying not to let it show to Vida. I couldn?t even get up and rush to the loo which was what I wanted to do, because it would have been immediately obvious. No doubt I?d have had glistening knees by the time I got half way there!
Vida sidled closer to me until she was pressed right up against my side, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder. I immediately froze, not wanting her to feel the trembling or the twitching of my desperate arousal. I could feel the heat of her body seeping through the thin fabric of my dress.
She turned to me and whispered gently in my ear ?Why don?t you let me help??
As she did so, she slid her hand swiftly under my skirt. Before I had a moment to react, her hand had moved up between my clenched thighs, its passage made easier by the lubrication coating the inside of them. Without a pause her middle finger struck out straight up into the swamp of my vagina, her long pointed fingernail scraping against the roughness of my g-spot and the pad of muscle on her palm at the base of her finger pressed firmly up against my swollen clit.
I gasped in shock, but couldn?t say a word.
One part of me wanted to scream ?Get away! Don?t touch me!?
The other part couldn?t stop even if it wanted. Her hand seemed to vibrate against me as she moved her palm in small fast jerks against my clit and her finger scraped away inside. Within a very few seconds, I exploded into the most extraordinary orgasm I could ever remember. For a moment I thought I had peed myself. For the first time in my life I actually squirted liquid out onto the seat as I orgasmed. My back went rigid and my heels dug into the carpet, pinning me to the seat, body quivering all over, thighs locked in spasm against that marvellous hand. I could hardly contain the squeal that seemed to want to tear itself from my lungs.
Somehow, I managed to suppress the sound and just a long strangled gasp escaped. As the quivering waves eased off, my muscles relaxed and my body slumped back into the seat. I glanced around the room in horror, feeling sure that the whole room must be watching me. But astonishingly it seemed that no-one else had noticed.
Except Vida, of course.
?Well, you really are the little slut, aren?t you?!? she hissed. ?I think we might end up having a little bit of fun with you!? For a very brief moment there appeared to be a predatory gleam in her eye but as soon as I thought I?d seen it, it was gone. I wasn?t even sure if it had really been there.
?No, please? I?m sorry?? I gasped. ?I can?t? I won?t? I mean? um? ummm??
I had no idea what I was talking about, what I was trying to say.
?Shhh?? she said, pressing her finger lightly against my lips. She leaned close to me again. With her lips almost touching and her hot breath bathing my sensitive ear, she whispered:
?Some very interesting desires you have there?! You might be surprised at what can be arranged!?
Without another word, she rose swiftly, swept up her bag and the coat that was lying on the seat across the table from us, and strode out of the door leaving me trembling, exhausted, flushed as red as a berry and with a nervous pit in my stomach about what had just occurred.
Eventually, I managed to pull myself together, collected my belongings and made moves to go.
Once I was standing, I could see clearly the pool of moisture that had gushed from me during my orgasm glistening against the darkness of the leather upholstery. Looking around nervously to make sure no-one was looking, I quickly mopped it up as best I could with a couple of tissues from my bag. Then I bolted for the front door and made my exit.
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End of Chapter 1.
To Be Continued
BUTTERFLY WINGS
By Tcheena3
CHAPTER ONE ?- Metamorphosis, Wings Begin to Flutter
They say
that the sweep of a butterfly?s wings in the Amazon rainforest can cause a
hurricane on the other side of the world.
Sounds
great, but it?s a ridiculous premise, really, when you get right down to it.
Oh, yes, I?m sure we all understand cause and effect. But to suggest that such
a small action could spiral into such a huge reaction in such a comparatively
short distance seems absurd.
At least,
that?s what I used to think.
I know
differently now.
I suppose I
used to be like many people. My name is Erika and at 32 years old my life was pretty good, by and
large. We were reasonably well-off, although comfortable rather than really
wealthy. I was married to my childhood sweetheart - a handsome, loving husband
and although we had no kids of our own, we had raised my 19 year old niece,
Libby, since the death of her parents in a car crash when she was 6. She was
gorgeous; sweet natured, beautiful, athletic and smart.
We had a
large house that I was really proud of, with a Mercedes and a BMW in the double
garage, and Phil had recently got a new position as a senior executive in
another company. Nothing significant to complain of and lots to be thankful
for!
Perhaps
you?ve had those times in your life?
Everything
is going so well, you get complacent. Sure, you understand that ?things? happen
in life including disasters like the death of my sister Sally and her husband -
Libby?s parents. But fundamentally, you know you are a good person and you
don?t expect bad things to happen, certainly not as a result of your own
stupidity and naivety.
Especially,
hurricanes don?t get caused by the butterfly wing breeze of your life?s
ordinary activities.
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I guess you
could say it wasn?t a normal activity for me. But it certainly was an ordinary
activity. Just a girl?s night out, really.
As I said
before, Phil had a fairly new job. He was Sales Director of Lowry Life Systems,
or LLS as it was commonly referred to. As I understood it at the time and I
guess I wasn?t really that clued up on Phil?s new organisation,
LLS was a ?boutique? pharmaceutical company, if that?s the right term.
What I did
know about them, from Phil, was that they had supposedly developed a couple of
new ?products? or drugs that were apparently going to revolutionise
their particular sector of the marketplace.
Phil was
very hush-hush about it. He wouldn?t even tell me what they were. However, he
travelled frequently and sometimes for quite extended periods, apparently
negotiating several major contracts to do with the new products. Phil was
excited about his job for the first time in years and felt it was quite a
feather in his cap that he was reporting directly to the company?s owner and
CEO, Vida Lowry.
I tell you
this, because it explains why I was involved in an ordinary (but not normal for
me) activity.
You see,
about two months after Phil started work at LLS, Vida Lowry had directed her PA
to invite me to a ?girl?s night out? (her term). Apparently this was something
she did fairly regularly as part of maintaining the ?friendly? atmosphere at
LLS. Supposedly, Vida usually invited about six or eight women; either senior
female executives, or the wives of her male execs.
I?m not
typically a particularly gregarious character. I much prefer being out with
just one or two close friends or maybe a small dinner party at home. But as the
?new girl? on the block, so to speak, I didn?t feel I could refuse. The
invitation was for the coming Friday, when I knew Phil was going to be away on
one of his trips. So of course I accepted, with all the due statements of
deference and delight at being invited.
Phil had
given me his thoughts on Vida before. He considered her to be an extremely
accomplished CEO. He said she was sharp and incisive, making decisions quickly
and effectively. She was fair and well-balanced in her judgments and looked
after her people. Nevertheless, she was a hard task-master (or should that be
mistress?), paying well but expecting a lot in return. He was learning an
enormous amount working with her, but he had told me on a couple of occasions
that there was something odd about her that he could never put his finger on?
something that suggested to him that he should never entirely trust her.
Still, as
he said, it was just a feeling and nothing had ever occurred to validate the
feeling.
?It seems
odd! How come she only invites the women?? I asked Phil. ?You?d think there
would be a more family atmosphere if partners came too, don?t you reckon??
?Oh, I dunno,? Phil grinned. ?I think she believes that people
need to let their hair down and that?s better if it?s without partners. Anyway,
apparently she does organise events for ?the boys?,
albeit more ?blokey? affairs than the girls nights. I
haven?t had a chance to go yet, ?cos I?m always
travelling! Still, I guess that?s one of the downsides of earning a big
salary!?
?Ooooohhh? sound?s scary!? I joked, ?Ms Lowry all on her own
with a bunch of boofy blokes down at the pub!? ?Yeah,
right!? he responded sarcastically, ?I?m sure she has better taste than that.
Anyway, she?s pretty hot! I can?t wait for my night out with her!?
?Don?t you
even think about it!? I swatted his arm playfully.
?Come on,
Darling, you know me? you?re the only one I?m remotely interested in?.
?Hah!? I
replied, ?Who taught you to be so smarmy??
?Nothing
smarmy about it!
Why would I need anyone else when I?ve got the hottest little number in town
all to myself? You?ve got the plumpest, roundest ass I?ve ever seen? and as for
the rest of the package? well, what can I say??
I giggled
and turned my back to him, bending slightly and rubbing my buttocks up and down
in his crotch. ?And just what makes you think you?ve got me all to yourself?? I
teased.
I could
feel the beginnings of an erection in his pants. I knew he found my bottom
really sexy and I also knew he wasn?t the only one. It?s a funny thing? I?ve
always thought my ass was too big and fat, but I also know that lot?s of men
seemed to find it really attractive. I couldn?t begin to count the number of
times I?ve caught some guy leering at my backside when I?ve been out and about.
In fact, I have to admit that I like the attention and often dress for it.
One of my favourite outfits includes a pair of light-weight white
pants that hug my ass and legs and reveal every dimple on my butt cheeks. It?s
about as close as I can get to being naked and still stay legal! I usually wear
them with a tiny thong which is clearly visible or sometimes no underwear at
all and take great delight strolling in the sun watching men eye me off.
Phil says
that when I wear them, my buttocks are like two plump globes, separated by a
deep cleft, which jiggle and sway from side to side as I walk. He says its no wonder that guys stare at me, since it makes him
want to sling me over the arm of a chair and fuck me hard? preferably up the
ass! I always laughed when he said that because he knew I wouldn?t have anal
sex. It was sort of disgusting as well as probably painful. Anyway, I wasn?t
game to try and I thought our sex was inventive and hot enough without going
there.
There is
one downside to wearing those pants. I often find myself getting very turned on
by all the attention and if it goes on too long, or I get too hot, I end up
with a spreading patch of dampness between my thighs that shows up clearly and
darkly against the white of the pants! I usually have to rush home and get some
relief. When I?m getting that relief, whether it?s a quick hard fuck from Phil,
or a finger job, I invariably indulge in my favourite
fantasies? fantasies that were the butterfly wings that caused my world to turn
upside-down.
+++
The evening
of Vida?s ?girl?s night out? was one of the weirdest I had experienced,
although things were to get progressively worse over the months that followed.
It might not seem that odd in the telling but I was na?ve and really quite
inexperienced in the ways of the world. I?d probably always thought of myself
as ?the girl next door? type. Blonde and pretty but not
beautiful. Friendly and outgoing but only in my
comfort zone. And that meant sticking with people I knew, going to
places I was familiar with, doing the things that felt safe.
I arrived
at the venue for our evening shortly after our agreed meeting time of 7:30 pm.
I had spent a nervous hour or two getting ready, finally stepping out of the
taxi feeling prepared but a bit anxious. I was dressed in black heels and my favourite black cocktail dress, a silky number that was
hemmed just above the knee and draped sensuously over the contours of my body.
I was slightly more heavily made up than usual and my blonde locks were brushed
to a sheen and cascaded over my shoulders.
I felt
quite presentable until I stepped into the gloom of the dimly-lit nightclub.
The club was small and intimate and opulently furnished; discreet lighting, a
small but well-stocked bar, leather armchairs and sofas, plush carpet and soft
laid-back bluesy jazz playing in the background. I scarcely had time to look
around before I spotted Vida and the other four women that made up the party
seated in a far corner booth.
I felt
immediately outclassed.
These women
were absolutely gorgeous! I?m not quite sure how you tell things like this, but
I knew in an instant that this group represented serious wealth and I felt like
a shabby poor relation. They were all older than I. Probably ranging between 35
and early forties. In fact, I knew from what Paul had told me that Vida was 42.
There was
something about their dress and their makeup and their hairdos that was just
exactly so. A degree of perfection that you didn?t get by sitting in front of
the mirror as I had, doing yourself up.
Vida,
herself, I had met once before, shortly after Phil joined LLS. But on this
occasion her height and her stunning body and her glorious mane of long black
hair held an exotic commanding presence over the group. She greeted me warmly
as she held my outstretched hand in the coolness of her own. As she introduced
me around the table, she continued to hold my right hand in hers and placed her
other arm lightly, but almost possessively around my shoulders.
?This is
Maria,? she said, indicating a tiny, slim, sharp-featured, dark-haired woman of
about 40 on my left. ?Maria is not with LLS, but she?s been a close personal
friend for many years and often joins us at our little soir?es!? she went on,
with a low throaty chuckle.
?Beatrice
is Director of Product Development at LLS. She?s been with us about 7 years
now. We just call her Beat for short!?
There was
an amused laugh that went around the table at Vida?s comment. It seemed to
contain knowledge of something that was hidden to me. I could only smile at
Beatrice in shy acknowledgement of a joke that left me out.
She was an
almost polar opposite of Maria. Tall, with a large frame and big breasts which
she obviously made no attempt to hide given the tight sweater that was
stretched over them. Her hair was a silvery white-blonde, long and pulled back
severely into a tight bun at the back of her head. Beatrice was almost stereotypically
Nordic, even down to the guttural Danish accent with which she said ?Welcome?.
The two
remaining women turned out to be sisters. Tabitha and Tallulah, nicknamed Tab
and Tall, were pale-skinned redheads. When I say red, I mean seriously red ?
flaming, stand-out-in-a-crowd red. Their names apparently meant ?gazelle? and
?leaping, running water?. They certainly appeared athletic enough, although
Tall was actually the shorter of the two! They were married to two of the LLS
executive team.
So ? that?s
the introductions.
What it
doesn?t tell you is that, with the exception of Vida, they looked at me as if I
was some weird insect that had crawled in. Actually, to be more accurate, their
looks were predatory.
It started
like that and continued for the remainder of the evening. Almost every time I
glanced at one or other of them I seemed to intercept a look that had me pinned
to the floor, undressing me with their eyes. I think I know now what a mouse
feels like under a cat?s gaze. I assumed there was some internal politics in
the company and perhaps I was seen as a threat of some sort. I certainly didn?t
feel like they were sizing up a peer. More like a victim!
Thank God
for Vida, though.
She was
delightful. Warm, friendly, good-humoured, witty and
a fabulous raconteur.
If it
hadn?t been for Vida, I?m sure I would have left early. As it was, I was able
to tell myself that since I wasn?t interested in playing office politics, they
would soon lose interest in me. Vida plied me with drinks far more swiftly than
I was used to drinking, and kept me involved in the banter that flowed back and
forth.
It wasn?t
long before I was well on the way to being drunk. I relaxed and started to
enjoy myself.
It can?t
have been more than half an hour of us being together than the talk turned to
sex.
I was a bit
shocked actually. I don?t really think of myself as a prude, but I wouldn?t
have dived into a conversation like that with my girlfriends so quickly. Maybe
one-on-one after an evening together we might have shared a bit about
boyfriends and husbands. But this was down-and-dirty raucous talk about sexual
encounters and fantasies and what partners would or wouldn?t do.
I was very
uncomfortable although increasingly aroused at some of the talk. I dreaded the
moment when the conversation would come around to me. I was far too embarrassed
to share stuff like that with strangers.
Fortunately,
just before the contributions had gone right around the table and ended up at
me, Beat decided to demonstrate a point she was
making. It was something about being able to get sex whenever and wherever she
wanted it, but still be in control.
?Watch
this!? she said.
When she
stood up it was clear that she was truly a magnificent looking woman. Tall and
strong, her ass swaying seductively beneath her skirt, she sashayed up to the
bar and slid along next to a handsome young man who was sitting on his own
nursing a scotch. Pressing one of her large breasts against his upper arm, she
spoke softly into his ear. He looked up surprised and glanced over in our
direction.
He said
something to her and she pressed in closer and murmured some more. After a few
more words his expression took on cat-with-the-cream smirk and he stood up and
held up his elbow, offering her his arm.
She wrapped
her arm around his and the two of them made their way across the darkened club
into the hallway that led to the washrooms. She leaned heavily on him and
swayed a bit as they walked, clearly well intoxicated.
It was
obvious what had been arranged and there was an excited murmur around the group
at our table. I found myself unexpectedly getting moist between my thighs and fantasising about how it would be if Phil was in Beat?s
place and had ordered me to accompany him to a public place for a quickie! I
felt myself blushing, but fortunately no-one noticed in the dim light.
Almost
twenty minutes later, Beat and her ?beau? emerged from the hallway.
He looked
shocked and pale and walked unsteadily towards the front door. Beat seemed to
be supporting him although he looked a bit reluctant to accept her support.
When they reached the door, Beat pretty much shoved him outside and then she
swaggered back to the table with a grin and a fierce gleam in her eye.
?Hah!? she
said as she arrived. ?He won?t be doing that again in a hurry!?
?O.K., come
on tell us, what did you do?? asked one of the red-head sisters.
?Well, I
offered him to fuck my ass if he was prepared to do it right then!? she
responded coarsely. ?He thought all his Christmases had come at once! When we
got to the Ladies, I locked us in so we wouldn?t be disturbed and let him have
his way with me?
Well,
actually, I had my way with him! I made him lie back on the floor and greased
up his pathetic little weaner with the moisturiser. Then I sat on it!?
I couldn?t
help myself. I blurted out ?What, in your bum?!?
The rest of
the table burst out laughing and I felt my face going a deep fierce red as I realised how silly I must have sounded.
?Of
course ?in my bum?!?
Beat gave me a withering glance. ?You?ve gotta give
them what you promise.?
?Yeah, but
what about what you don?t promise?? asked Maria, with a sly grin.
?Ah! Well
there?s the rub, so to speak. I waited till he?d rubbed himself almost to
climax in me,? she punned. ?And then??
She paused.
The women
eyed her expectantly.
?Then I got
up and turned around into a 69 position,? she continued. ?At first he lifted
his head and groaned, thinking he was going to miss out on his ?cum?. Then he
stopped and relaxed back a bit when he realised I was
going to suck his filthy little stick... At least that?s what he thought I was
going to do?!
Anyway, I
trapped his arms between my knees and sat on his face so he couldn?t breath. Then I held his balls in one hand and used my other
hand to help to squeeze them as hard as I could! It was amazing! He screamed so
hard, I could feel the vibration right up into my womb. That?s probably the
only reason you didn?t hear anything out here. Once he breathed out with the
first scream he was really fucked! He couldn?t suck a breath in through my butt
and I just kept squeezing harder!?
She paused
again and then continued.
?Jeez! I
felt so powerful! He struggled like mad trying to breathe and at the same time
trying to lock his thighs together so I couldn?t keep hurting him. I bet he
thought he was going to die. I just pulled ball his balls upwards and squeezed
them even harder! I think I might even have crushed one ball? there was a
disgusting sort of squish! Phew! It was so hot?, I
came in about 10 seconds flat!
The whole
thing only took a few minutes. The rest of the time I?ve been helping him get
to his feet!?
There was a
round of applause and quiet cheers from around the table.
I found
myself again just blurting out the thought uppermost in my mind. ?But why??
Beat turned
to look at me.
?Because
the sniveling little prick is married! He shouldn?t be so ready to accept favours
from strangers. And anyway, it was fun! He?s hardly going to complain to his
wife that he got beaten up by a woman in a club for trying to fuck her! Mind
you? he?s probably going to have a hard time explaining the state of his
balls.? She laughed - a wicked, deep-throated laugh.
+++
Not long
after that, the party started to break up.
Shortly
before, I had gone to the toilet to relieve myself. When I returned there was a
fresh drink waiting for me. I downed it quite quickly as the others were making
moves to go. Before long, I started to feel quite peculiar. I was definitely
drunk, but with a strange kind of dissociated feeling, not unlike once in
college when I had taken some acid.
?A weird mixture of conflicting emotions flowed
through me. I was clearly still under scrutiny from the group which made me
rather nervous but I was also feeling excited in a way that I couldn?t remember
for a very long time, if at all.
I made
moves to go as well, but Vida begged me to stay, saying she hadn?t enjoyed so
much getting to know someone in a long time. She made me feel that she really
wanted me to be part of the group. All evening there had been smiles and light
touches of inclusion on my arm. She didn?t seem anything like the hard boss
that Phil had made her out to be. I wondered if maybe he was covering up
feelings for her. It wouldn?t surprise me? she almost had me wanting to be in
relationship with her!
I?m just
joking, of course.
I wasn?t
that way inclined. But I had found myself becoming sexually aroused a few times
during the evening, with all that erotic talk, and I guess one needs to hang one?s sexual excitement on something or
someone.
Eventually
everyone had gone except Vida and me. She didn?t seem at all inclined to go and
the conversation continued on its raunchy way except that, with Vida?s
encouragement, I was far more forthcoming than I had been with the others
around.
Somehow I
found myself sharing fantasies with Vida that I had never told anyone about
before? not even Phil. I seemed to be talking from a great distance away, as if
I was looking at myself from outside.
The
fantasies all revolved around being humiliated and made to perform obscene acts
in front of groups of people. There were often women in the groups but they
served only to increase the depth of my humiliation, not to have sex with. The
sex acts were always with men. Sometimes I was forced to perform for emotional
reasons? humiliation, arousal or blackmail. Sometimes I was forced physically?
tied down and fucked in the ass. Sometimes I was actually hurt? beaten or whipped.
I should
say that except for pain and anal penetration, I could imagine myself being
aroused by all fantasy elements in real life situations. However, those two
things were something that existed only in my unreal fantasies. If I ever tried
to imagine them in a real situation, you know? imagine someone really hurting
me in real life or actually trying to fuck my ass, as opposed to just fantasising about it, I know it would turn me right off
immediately. Strange how the mind works!
Anyway,
there I was spilling the beans to Vida, a woman I had only briefly met once
before.
As I
continued I found myself becoming more and more aroused. No doubt it had a lot
to do with the alcohol as well, but there was also that spacey detached feeling
and before long I was as wet as soup between my thighs. The more I talked, the
wetter I got and the harder it was to keep still. I was twitching about, hoping
like mad that I wasn?t leaving a snail?s trail of slime through my dress onto
the seat, and trying not to let it show to Vida. I couldn?t even get up and
rush to the loo which was what I wanted to do,
because it would have been immediately obvious. No doubt I?d have had
glistening knees by the time I got half way there!
Vida sidled
closer to me until she was pressed right up against my side, thigh to thigh,
shoulder to shoulder. I immediately froze, not wanting her to feel the
trembling or the twitching of my desperate arousal. I could feel the heat of
her body seeping through the thin fabric of my dress.
She turned
to me and whispered gently in my ear ?Why don?t you let me help??
As she did
so, she slid her hand swiftly under my skirt. Before
I had a moment to react, her hand had moved up between my clenched thighs, its
passage made easier by the lubrication coating the inside of them. Without a
pause her middle finger struck out straight up into the swamp of my vagina, her
long pointed fingernail scraping against the roughness of my g-spot and the pad
of muscle on her palm at the base of her finger pressed firmly up against my
swollen clit.
I gasped in
shock, but couldn?t say a word.
One part of
me wanted to scream ?Get away! Don?t touch me!?
The other
part couldn?t stop even if it wanted. Her hand seemed to vibrate against me as
she moved her palm in small fast jerks against my clit and her finger scraped
away inside. Within a very few seconds, I exploded into the most extraordinary
orgasm I could ever remember. For a moment I thought I had peed myself. For the
first time in my life I actually squirted liquid out onto the seat as I orgasmed. My back went rigid and my heels dug into the
carpet, pinning me to the seat, body quivering all over, thighs locked in spasm
against that marvellous hand. I could hardly contain
the squeal that seemed to want to tear itself from my lungs.
Somehow, I
managed to suppress the sound and just a long strangled gasp escaped. As the
quivering waves eased off, my muscles relaxed and my body slumped back into the
seat. I glanced around the room in horror, feeling sure that the whole room
must be watching me. But astonishingly it seemed that no-one else had noticed.
Except
Vida, of course.
?Well, you
really are the little slut, aren?t you?!? she hissed. ?I think we might end up
having a little bit of fun with you!? For a very brief moment there appeared to
be a predatory gleam in her eye but as soon as I thought I?d seen it, it was
gone. I wasn?t even sure if it had really been there.
?No,
please? I?m sorry?? I gasped. ?I can?t? I won?t? I mean? um? ummm??
I had no
idea what I was talking about, what I was trying to say.
?Shhh?? she said, pressing her finger lightly against my
lips. She leaned close to me again. With her lips almost touching and her hot
breath bathing my sensitive ear, she whispered:
?Some very
interesting desires you have there?! You might be surprised at what can be
arranged!?
Without
another word, she rose swiftly, swept up her bag and the coat that was lying on
the seat across the table from us, and strode out of the door leaving me
trembling, exhausted, flushed as red as a berry and with a nervous pit in my
stomach about what had just occurred.
Eventually,
I managed to pull myself together, collected my belongings and made moves to
go.
Once I was
standing, I could see clearly the pool of moisture that had gushed from me
during my orgasm glistening against the darkness of the leather upholstery.
Looking around nervously to make sure no-one was looking, I quickly mopped it
up as best I could with a couple of tissues from my bag. Then I bolted for the
front door and made my exit.
+++
End of Chapter 1.
To Be Continued
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Wish Shift: Chapter Thirty-One Spreading Her Broken Wings Year 1 A.S. Day 173 The sound of the washing machine rumbled through the kitchen. Jenny had just turned it on after loading it and walked into the dining room. She needed to sit down. The effort of loading the bedding had made her a little dizzy. She saw Derek at the table. He had his laptop open and was writing down some notes occasionally on a scrap piece of paper. He flipped between the open tabs and frowned before writing...
4 years ago
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Broken Wings
My father was a great man until Mom passed away. My mother died of cancer when I was six, my mother’s death was hard on my father, he always felt that her death was some how his fault. My bedroom is quite small, the wallpaper is peeling down the walls leaving behind a lightly sticky yellow-orange residue. My older sister and I share a queen bed with superman sheets. Sitting on my bed I see my sister, writing away at her journal at the rickety desk that dad had made for us three years ago. My...
4 years ago
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Butterfly Beach IV The Origin of Desire or The Pool of Unearthly Delights
From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix – Fourth entry. The last few days feel like a fever dream born of delirium. Emma claims that I was gone for a span of a week and I have no reason to doubt her and yet, I find it hard to fathom that so many days passed. I can only assume that my wits were sufficiently scrambled by my ordeal. Of what I do recall, the discovery of the swarm upon the cliff’s face, the overwhelming ecstasy that was precipitated by the butterflies’ touch, and the onset of the...
4 years ago
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Butterfly Effect
It is my birthday and have just turned the big four zero. My life is not what I though that it would be. I found myself unemployed and broke with no one in my life. I’ve been pondering over my life and wonder what life would have been different if I did a few things different. When I walk into the hall closet, a book falls onto my head. I look at the book realize it is a journal that I that I wrote in high school after collection of suicides. The school wanted to know any depression from the...
3 years ago
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Butterfly
It is a real story. So there will be no added masalas, please bear with me. I am working in a MNC and hence have got plenty of girl company. The work culture inside an MNC is as you know unbelievably funny and there is no difference between the genders. So anything can be said without any censor and would be appreciated by all. In my section there are plenty of girls who were ready to have fun with any guy who is got a credit card. Being from a financially backward set up, I was advised by many...
2 years ago
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Butterfly
She’d been someone else, once. Once upon a time she’d been a daughter, a granddaughter. A student, a friend, an effervescent teenager with girlish dreams and schoolgirl crushes, with plans of having a career one day, a family. Now, she was just his. In dreams, sometimes, she’d catch little flashes of the life she’d had before him. A pale green bedspread and soft cotton sheets, a closet of clothes and a drawer of tangled jewelry. A bathroom with the counter littered with makeup and...
3 years ago
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Butterfly Book I Sherry and KyleChapter 3 Wild Night Out
It was a clear and cool late autumn day, the kind of weather that makes Midwesterners move to Florida. But on this beautiful Friday afternoon, Sherry was planted behind her desk updating a client database. Data entry was not in her job description. Didn't matter; she knew that if didn't do it, it wouldn't get done. The office was relatively quiet, and the letters and numbers began to blur together as she plowed her way through the endless list of contact information. When her phone rang,...
4 years ago
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Butterfly Book I Sherry and KyleChapter 4 Sherrys Diary Weekend at Jens
Yes, my diary, it's time to pretend I'm writing to Jen ... again. I really wish I could tell her this stuff, or at least rip this page out of my journal and mail it off to her. But I just don't have the guts. Maybe someday ... yeah, right. sigh... Dear "Jen", I was so happy when you told me you'd be back in Florida for two weeks housesitting for your great aunt! I've missed you so much since you moved to DC. Last weekend was great! Still, I'm a little disappointed that it didn't...
3 years ago
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Butterfly Book I Sherry and KyleChapter 5 The JRG
Author's note: The first part of this chapter is written from Kyle's perspective. Some of it is based on later conversations; the rest is me guessing what thoughts were going through his dirty mind. When you stop and think about it, you never totally know someone. You might learn their likes and dislikes, their pet peeves and guilty pleasures. You might be able to read their body language like a book and knowing what they're thinking before they say a word. But even your oldest friend is...
2 years ago
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Butterfly Book I Sherry and KyleChapter 6 Sherrys Diary The Vecino Surprise
Dear Diary, For once, I'm writing about sexy stuff without pretending that I'm writing to Jen! Maybe I won't need to pretend any more at all, because my wishes came true last night – sort of. I haven't written anything at all in this diary for a while, so I probably should back up a little. Leading up to our 2nd "anniversary", Kyle and I were going through a rough spot. We still got along just fine, but a lot of the newness had come off of our relationship and we were kinda taking...
3 years ago
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House Hunting Private Viewings
My wife wanted me to meet the real estate agent she hired to check out new houses. She gave me her card, said she was a great gal, and told me to have fun looking at houses. Like a good husband, I made sure to do what I was told.I contacted Denise and she made arrangements to view three homes the following day. She said the owners would be gone for a two-hour window at each home, so we’d have privacy to check things out and discuss them between us.I showed up at the first address a bit early....
Cheating
4 years ago
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Jae Hwas Night at the Swingset
Main Character: Jae Hwa, Female, 17 - High school junior - 5’6, 145lbs, almond skin, light-brown eyes, long straight black hair I get asked all the time if I’m really twenty-one. Or twenty-two. Or twenty-three. I’m not any of those, actually. My name is Jae Hwa, but everyone shortens it to simply Jae. My parents are from South Korea but they moved to Florida before I was born to open a restaurant in the Tampa area. I look a lot like my mom, I think. Average height, a little overweight,...
4 years ago
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Hide Seek Winter JenningsChapter 14 A Deceit of Lapwings
Is everything up to date in Kansas City? No, of course not. But progress is being made. Although the voters recently took a sort-of step backwards. But this created the possibility of an ironic, and symbolic, positive statement. The City Council voted, unanimously I think, to rename a historically significant boulevard — The Paseo. It’s around ten miles long, running north and south between two other major thoroughfares — Troost and Prospect. The city’s decision to change ‘The Paseo’ to...
2 years ago
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Camilla Spreads Her Wings
University was finally over after three long years of near-constant study with holidays devoted to internships. It was hard coming from a high-achieving family; targets were high, expectations even higher and failure unheard of. It was even harder when you’re the youngest and just not as academically gifted as your older siblings.I have a brother and a sister. Eric is an ophthalmic surgeon, a real high flyer. Daisy, the next in age, is a barrister at a highly prestigious chamber in London and...
Lesbian
4 years ago
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Green Wings
This is a story i sent to a very close friend some time ago. We're still close.I asked her to meet me thinking she wouldn't show up. Looking out to the river Tyne on the final warm night of the summer I think to the last time we met. No chemistry, lingering looks or thoughts. No longing to be close, intimate. I look up from my thoughts and there she is next to me. I turn to her resisting the urge to kiss her and just hold her close instead. The hug lasts longer than usual. She's wearing an...
3 years ago
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Red Wings
"Please, baby. Please," asked Guy as he ran his tongue down Patty's torso stopping just below her navel as he waited for a response.Patty was lying on her side when he made his request. Her mouth was filled with his cock, and his left leg was d****d over her shoulder and across her head. She pulled his dick out of her mouth then rested her head down on the mattress as she sighed in exasperation. She had no idea why he let her talk her into this again. "Really?" she asked as he tucked his chin...
3 years ago
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Angel wings
"Please," Angel begged, "let me go." "Let you go? Why would I do that, when I prefer you at my mercy." "I don't know what you want, I just want–" Damian snapped his hand up to her throat, cutting her sentence off. He enjoyed the feeling of her choking against his palm. It gave him a strong feeling of power, and he could feel the bulge in his pants growing larger. As he released his grip, Angel gasped for breath. Damian tightened the chains around Angel's wrist, hoisting her...
2 years ago
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In the Shadow of Her Wings
Dravid expected Kali border security to be much tighter than it was. All he got was a body search that was routinely thorough, and a few old-fashioned tests and checks. It reminded him of a visit he had made as a young rightwing Hindu activist to an Indian nuclear weapon testing facility back in 1998, after the Pokhran atomic tests. His briefings had been correct in this respect: Kali did not seem to have much use for 21st century safe-care. The Border guards finished with him in a few minutes...
4 years ago
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First Time On Butterfly Wings
YES it was going to happen. Tonight I would lose my cherry to the most desirable guy in school. I had longed for this moment for ages and in the end things had progressed almost too fast to apprehend. For years I had this dream to have Charles McPherson do the honors to bust my hymen. Charlie was captain of the football team. He was a natural leader and everybody always listened to him and did what he ordered and he was just a sophomore like me. We had been in the same classes from kindergarten...
4 years ago
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Three Square MealsChapter 65 When a butterfly flaps its wings
John awoke this morning with a lovely exotic beauty in his arms. He was lying on his side, wrapped possessively around Irillith, and her warm blue flesh felt wonderful against his skin. She sensed him stirring, and tucked her long white hair back behind a pointed ear, so that she could turn to look at him over her shoulder. “Good morning, my love,” he said, smiling at her as he gazed into her alluring violet eyes. Irillith seemed to melt in his arms, her expression softening, as she turned...
4 years ago
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Two DiariesChapter 12 Open Wings
From Amanda’s diary: Dear diary, It felt strange to wake up alone after three days sleeping with someone. Sure lying at Clara’s feet hadn’t been pleasant, but weird as it might sound I still felt some sort of connection to her while doing it. Sharing a bed with Fiona was a lot better, and I knew I’d be missing that a lot. I got up and dressed, being careful to cover every bit of me that might show any signs of damage, before I went to the toilet. I decided then I’d be sleeping in my...
4 years ago
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Episode 14 dark drawings
A large padded envelope arrived, addressed in a very sexy handwriting to Bob, the Ami twins' dad, from the West Country. He placed it on the table at breakfast with Amy and Amilie (Tangy-Ami and Sweet-Ami) wondering what it contained. Sweet-Ami tore open the package and pulled out two pairs of boyish panties and two tiny bikini-style bras – just their size: 32B. The best thing was that they were not just see-through, but completely transparent, and stretchy. Tangy-Ami stood up, turned her back,...
3 years ago
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Butterflies are the Gentlest
Butterflies are the Gentlest (c) 2010 by Trismegistus Shandy This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution- Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. Feel free to repost or mirror it on any noncommercial site or list. You can also create derivative works, including adaptations to other media, or new stories using the same setting, characters and so forth, as long as you mention and point to the original story. ----- February 16, 20-- Dear...
4 years ago
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Butterflies
(After some hiatus, I've returned to writing. In light of having a more busy job life of, well, writing, I've decided to focus on actually finishing some of these scenarios rather than having the originally intended 50-100 endings. I've always intended to have a focus on choice, but honestly, I just don't have time for that. So! Over the next couple months expect my stories to actually have some finished choices, and I can expand from there. Thanks!) Arianna has always loved butterflies, and...
3 years ago
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Butterflies
I’ve been really interested in sex, fantasies and romance since I was very young. I never understood the tingly feeling of butterflies in my stomach and groin area until I was older. I remember getting aroused before puberty looking at pictures, magazines and watching showcase tv at night. Then, 3 or 4 years later the internet and p2p sharing exploded. Kazaa, LimeWire allowed me to download all the porn I could want. Lesbians in the shower, my friends hot mom I was addicted. I was always in...
3 years ago
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Butterflies on a Mirror
Compared to my wife -- actually, compared to any woman -- Jackie was the consummate source of brightness in my life. I was captivated by her independence, her classiness, her beauty, her smile, her poise, her maturity, her humor, her confidence, the way she walked, the way she sat -- and by her breasts and her eyes and her feet and her waist and her hands and her lips and her knees and her shoulders and her ass and... Oh, was I bewitched by her! We had been a foursome: Jackie and Sam,...
3 years ago
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Butterflies
Her stomach is full of butterflies, clenched in a nervous knot. She paces back and forth, passing the other anxious people. They are all waiting. She is waiting for him, the one who fills her mind. ‘What insanity prompted me to do this?’ she thought. Yet she knew. Their connection had been instant, and lasting. For years, they had been arranging the clandestine meetings, as they were both unable to stop thinking of the other. Finally she sees him, walking out from the airport terminal. As...
2 years ago
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Butterflies And Beautiful Eyes
The day I'd spent years fantasizing about was finally here! It was time to pick my best friend and lover up from the airport. I hadn't seen her in four years, and was overly excited about looking into her beautiful eyes, smelling her and being able to touch her again. Up until then, all our interactions took place over the internet. I knew I'd fallen in love with her years before, but she hadn't realized she felt the same for me until she'd returned to her home country, which was over...
2 years ago
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Butterflies in my Stomach 1 Taken by surprise
You are restless all day. In the office you are hardly able to concentrate. You write an e-mail twice, and only notice it quite at the end, thank goodness before hitting the send button. When you bring a cup of coffee to your boss, your hand trembles and you ruin a document on his desk. Your apology is stammered and indistinct. He looks at you blankly – confused by the change in your behavior. Then, on the way home, you step into a gully and brake the heel, the right heel of your new black...
2 years ago
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The Casino That Swings
We were staying at a semi-local casino. It was about three hours from home. While we were walking around, we saw some people we knew. Carlos and Isabel were a sexy Latin couple in their mid-forties and we knew them to be in the lifestyle. He was about 5' 10" 200 lbs and she was 5'4" of pure Latina sexiness. We stopped by and said hello. We started talking and, one thing-to-another, we were soon at the casino bar having drinks. After about half an hour and a handful of drinks, we decided to...
Swingers
3 years ago
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Wife Swings
After eighteen years of marriage, I finally convinced my wife, Nancy, to participate in a swingers party. Nancy was a very sensual lady and loved to fuck. In recent years she had become very adept at sucking cock. I knew she would be a hit at the party.Several guys at work had been regaling me with stories of their swinging parties and had invited me and Nancy to attend on numerous occasions. I knew they all wanted to fuck Nancy and I had to admit there were several wives I wouldn’t mind...
Swingers
2 years ago
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Master Pc the James Olsen Saga Part IIChapter 25 England Swings
Jim Olsen got off the plane at London’s Heathrow Airport and took the shuttle to the nearby Hilton. He wasn’t in a hurry – he’d waited 40 years to come here and it wouldn’t be any trouble to wait a day or so to get past the jet lag. He wasn’t idle, however. Amazingly enough, he still had Sarah Jane’s last letter to him – the one where she told him she’d found someone else. He had the return address on that letter and that would be his starting point. He’d hired a car and driver. When Jim...
3 years ago
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Nurse Mom Chapter 6 Mom scored one from the gyno wing
When I was younger, I do remember seeing Mom wear a bikini on occasion. Now that she has filled out, I am not sure that she even owned one anymore. As she removed her robe in the darkness, I was disappointed to see that she was wearing a very conservative bathing suit that gave her full coverage, and then some. It even had a ruffly skirt attached to conceal her intimate region even more. I was a little let down at this fact, but I just tried to focus on the curves that I could actually still...
2 years ago
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West Wing
President Barlett sat at his desk debating what to do, in front of him he had the bill which would almost guarantee a peace in the middle east and end of nuclear development in Qumar completely. on the face of it this would seem to be a no brainer, sign the deal to secure his legacy and bask in being the president who brought peace to the region, however there was down side this agreement. As part of this deal with Qumar, Qumar would allow America to have control in that region but in exchange...
2 years ago
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KimberlyChapter 26
It was mid-July when Kim and Brad returned to Los Angeles. Their new house wasn’t yet ready, so they went to Kim’s apartment. On Monday morning they put in an appearance at the plant for the first time in weeks. Brad and Kim went to their adjoining offices. Kim had no sooner put her things down on her desk when Jenny Clark walked in. “Welcome back, bitch!” she snapped. “Huh?” Kim exclaimed. Then with a wry grin she added, “That’s Kelly’s pet name for me, but what’s your problem?” “Look,...
3 years ago
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Across the BorderChapter 25
Beth lived in the same house she grew up in. Her mom was killed by a drunk driver when she was twelve and her dad passed away from cancer when she was twenty. She moved back in shortly after the funeral. Selling the house was never an option. Beth was never choosy about the men she dated, but when it came to a father for her future kids, no one seemed to measure up. Hard to compete with the ghost of the perfect dad. As a result of wanting but not ever having kids, Beth found herself twice...