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Dear Diary,Today was quite eventful. It was my first time alone with Krista in a long time. Chris has gone on a camping trip with a couple of friends and won't be back until Friday. Krista woke me up with breakfast in bed. She brought me a tray with waffles covered in butter, syrup, and whip cream, and a big glass of orange juice to drink. The orange juice tasted so good, it was so cold and the pulp reminded me of Chris's cum LOL! She did a great job on the waffles, they were light and fluffy,...

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The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the country to celebrate the old lady’s birthday. Quite a contrast between a Gothic sex club in inner London to the cottage of a grand old dame in the English countryside. Tamsin had told me very little about her grandmother except that she was called Ariadne and that this was her seventy-fifth birthday. That Ariadne had...

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Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me. I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one. The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in...

Butterscotch Part 5 The House of Ariadne

Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before, it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the...

Butterscotch Part 5 The House of Ariadne

Diverting her attention momentarily from the road, Tamsin smiled at me . I had seen that smile before; it was full of comfort and reassurance. Not that I needed to be reassured but life with Tamsin was full of surprises and it had become increasingly obvious to me that she felt she always needed to prepare me for the next one.The last one had come the night before, at the close of our remarkable evening at Creatrice. She had informed me that we were to visit her grandmother at her home in the...

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Michelle isn’t in the habit of getting up early to make her lovers breakfast, as a matter of fact she expects them to take her out for breakfast. The few that were exceptionally good, who she wanted to spend more time with. Then she would prepare a breakfast for them. Bill definitely deserved a good solid breakfast after the wild night he gave her. He woke up to the sweet aroma of pancakes and sausages. Naked he got out of bed to go to the bathroom but to get to the bathroom he had...

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Torture is what it was. The hillbilly equivalent of hard labor, I thought, with a pitchfork in my hands. We'd only been settled into our new country house for a couple of weeks, when my dad suggested I take a job over at old Mr. Whitney's farm. I'd told him he was fucking crazy, but there I was, cleaning up horseshit on my third day of hell week."Ryan, c'mon boy, put your back into it," Hank told me. Hank was Mr. Whitney's grandson, who at twenty-one was two years older than me and seemed to be...

My First Time Please Pass The Butter

For me, anal was like a Holy Grail quest, but my first ‘win’ was kind of weird and didn’t end well. The first time I succeeded in buggering, I was working as a DJ at a radio station during the summer of 1999. This girl used to call every DJ, every day, flirting, talking dirty, asking the guys about their cocks, the girls about the their pussies, and generally teasing us all. I should have guessed that she had some psychological issues, but at the time, it had been about six months since I...

My First Time Please Pass The Butter

For me, anal was like a Holy Grail quest, but my first "win" was kind of weird and didn't end well. The first time I succeeded in buggering, I was working as a DJ at a radio station during the summer of 1999. This girl used to call every DJ, every day, flirting, talking dirty, asking the guys about their cocks, the girls about the their pussies, and generally teasing us all. I should have guessed that she had some psychological issues, but at the time, it had been about six months since I...

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Warren ButterfieldPart 3

I arrived home around 9:30 PM and I slipped quietly into the house to see where Megan was. Seeing that she was in the bedroom watching television I went back out to the garage and installed the GPS transceiver in her car. As soon as I walked into the bedroom Megan turned on me. "Why were you so rude to Carl?" Megan said. "When was I rude to him?" "It was your whole demeanor. You barely spoke to him and then when you left you called him Tredwell instead of Carl," Megan said. "So?...

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Laura got home from work at around 5:45 PM. She walked in her door, set her bag down, took off her coat and said hello to her cat. She slipped off her shoes and walked to the kitchen. After looking into a couple sparse cabinets she said to herself, "Hmmm. PB&J it is then."She pulled down from her cabinets a loaf of soft thick slices of white bread, an extra-large jar of smooth creamy peanut butter and an extra-large jar of g**** jelly. She pulled out two pieces of bread, holding one in her...

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Laura got home from work at around 5:45 PM. She walked in her door, set her bag down, took off her coat and said hello to her cat. She slipped off her shoes and walked to the kitchen. After looking into a couple sparse cabinets she said to herself, "Hmmm. PB&J it is then."She pulled down from her cabinets a loaf of soft thick slices of white bread, an extra-large jar of smooth creamy peanut butter and an extra-large jar of g**** jelly. She pulled out two pieces of bread, holding one in her...

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Greetings and salutations, my friends.I'm Paul. I noticed there's a lot of Jilnar Jardaly worshipers around here so I thought you all might like to read how she inducted me into her sordid, sexual cult....I'm a registered nurse from Seattle, working the late-shift over here at Dubai Hospital. One night, as always, I was on the late train which turned out to be a train trip that changed me life completely and forever!It was after 2AM on a weeknight so the train was practically empty, apart from...

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Bread and Butter Beagle9690 September 2019 He served Twenty-seven years in the Marines, retiring as a Colonel at forty-five. The Marines tempered John as hard and tough as forged iron. He was respectfully known by most as Iron McCord and not so fondly by other major malfunction individuals with less complimentary names because he despises liars, cowards, and braggarts having spent most of his career in combat zones. John is a minimalist and frugal with himself. He planned, saved, and...

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Based on the Story: Abby's K9 Lust by Doggie2 To begin with, let me tell you something about myself. I'm a divorcee, recently out of yet another unsatisfactory relationship. Our last time together, "Ralph" tied me down to my bed, stuck all four of the pillows beneath my hips, gagged me with my own panties and bra, and then instructed his dog Rodney on how to make love to his girlfriend. I kicked the son of a bitch out of the house. One afternoon a month or so after the assault, I was in...

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Yes, this is based on the tv show. This is my first story, be gentle! Butters Stoch was a strange boy. He usually danced and skipped his way to the bus stop, where his friends would meet him and procede to ignore him. He was on the fringe of their four person group: Kyle, Jewish and ginger. Has the worst and most strict mom ever! Stan, black hair, has been going out with his gf Wendy for years. Kenny, blonde. Extremely poor. Never seen without his orange hoody, and it is this hoody that...

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Warren ButterfieldPart 2

Having Trish and Brandon living in our house complicated our lives considerably but Megan never complained and I just kept my mouth shut, so it was a real surprise when it was Trish that started complaining that our house wasn't big enough for the four of us. I didn't know what Trish expected me to do about that but I soon found out. One afternoon I stopped by the house for lunch because it was one of Megan's days off. I was pleased to find that Trish wasn't home. "Where's that sweet...

Peanut Butter and Jelly

"You know the last house on Elm Street-where it dead ends. That is the house we are talking about. You just wait till there are no cars in the driveway, go up knock on the door and Amy will answer. Tell her you would like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and she will take your v card and give you a man card." John said. John was my older brother and I thought about what he had said. Could it really be that easy to get laid for the first time. "You have nothing to lose and she has helped out...

The Omega PathChapter 4 Peanut Butter and Schooling

Crystal McKnight quietly crept out of his bedroom, tip-toed through the living room, and headed towards his kitchen. It was still dark inside the apartment, but there was enough of the bright morning light seeping through the heavy curtains for her to make her way through his man-cave. The twenty-year old girl was clad only in a large men's dress shirt that draped like a tent over her nude body. The shirt still smelled of him, and she luxuriated in the drench of his scent. Her bare legs...

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After the Energists Mike s and Tempe s NIS WeekChapter 6 Butterfly Fly Away

NIS Day 3 – Halloween Morning - Medway High School 6:55am, Wednesday, October, 31, 1979 “Hey, Cuda! Whatcha think?” Sammy shouted with her hands about her auburn mane as I walked into Mrs. Stenn’s art room studio. “Hot damn, Wushu! You’re the sexiest copper cop I’ve ever seen!” I replied as Mrs. Stenn was putting the finishing touches on the lowest silver dress-button over Sammy’s recently trimmed red pubic hairs. Our art teacher had covered all of Sammy’s upper body to her mid-thighs in...

Little Arab Buttercup part one

It was after midnight and the weather was hot and sticky this close to the sea. I was moving through the dark alleys of a city in the north of Africa. A very Arab country, and I was an American soldier attached to the local consulate. I should not have been out like this, alone and unprotected. But I had a mission to complete. One that was personal. No one could know I was here, especially my superiors. I had seen her several weeks before in the local bazaar. She wasn't alone, of course, but I...

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My sister Bethany Belle took after my mother in size and appearance, unfortunately. Mom is a very big woman. She is really short and really fat too. I on the other hand took after dad. He is tall and thin. Dad loves mom just the way she is but it takes a special man to love a fat chick. Bethany Belle sometimes calls herself a beach ball with a head. Because of her initials Bethany Belle has been called butter ball, bubble butt, and big bertha. The girls would tease her in the gym...

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Butterfly Synopsis John was changing physically and mentally and was doing so within hours of that moment in the forest. It takes twelve hours for the common cold to take hold and give us a hint that we have it. It took about that same amount of time for all of the signals that flow through us naturally to change as well, and John woke to a new world. John woke to the same sun, room and bed, but clearly it didn't feel the same, and it would only get worse... Players John,...

Daddy s Butterball

Note : This story is completely fictional! He stood there staring at her, his beautiful young 18 years old daughter; she walked toward him, resplendent in tight jeans and a small t-shirt. At least what he thought was once a small t-shirt he looked again, and recognized it as one of his own, an oversized one he had lent her to sleep in. Now it was stretched tight across her protruding belly... How long had she been away? He grabbed her and hugged her; their mouths met, and her soft tongue...

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Disclaimer: This is a semi-fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. “Don’t do that. It might be dirty there,” Tanya said, looking at me. She was scared and panicking. Things had never gone this far between Tanya and me. Her eyes were focused on her panties hanging on the edge of the desk. But first, let’s talk about how Tanya’s panties were hanging on the edge of the desk under her clothes. Tanya and I are final-year...

Butter FaceChapter 1

"Dude, looks like you've got an admirer," Jessie said slapping my arm while looking past me to my right. Casually glancing in the direction of his stare, I saw a young girl standing next to a bus stop bench wearing baggy gym shorts and a tee shirt looking our way. She quickly turned away once we locked eyes. "Come on, man, she's what, like 10-years-old?" "Naw, I've seen her at my brother's school. He's got a class with her so she's got to be the same age as he is." "Looks like...

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"Any news?" I asked Jessie as he slid into the passenger seat. I always picked the guys up for school and he's the last one. Chuck and Dale were in the back running their mouths about some shit and giving me a headache. "News about what?" "About what I asked you yesterday. Don't tell me you didn't ask your brother." "Oh, you mean 'bout Butter Face," he said with a snicker. It was Wednesday and I hadn't heard from her and as far as I knew, no one has seen her since our little...

The New Girl A Documentary of the Butterfly Light part 2

The New Girl - A Documentary of the Butterfly Light Part 2 A seasoned journalist, Mike traveled the world in search of compelling stories. It was his last one, however, deep in the hilly jungle of Southeast Asia, which would change his life back in Manhattan forever. With flagging self-awareness, Mike does his best to document his erotic transformation from man to woman and his final emergence in the 'butterfly light.' I never talked about sex. In fact, I tried to block that...

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The New Girl - A Documentary of the Butterfly Light Part 3 A seasoned journalist, Mike traveled the world in search of compelling stories. It was his last one, however, deep in the hilly jungle of Southeast Asia, which would change his life back in Manhattan forever. With flagging self-awareness, Mike does his best to document his erotic transformation from man to woman and his final emergence in the 'butterfly light.' It was early on the sunny, bright morning of the sixth day...

Little Arab Buttercup part four

These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I...

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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...

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Butterscotch Part 4

10:00 pm So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked like that in my life but since having met Tamsin, my life had changed. I had learned to live for the moment, to dwell in the present, to savour its possibilities and to delight in the full range of sensations that constitute being alive. I looked at her now as the train sped through the seemingly endless...

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The Butterfly

Often times when I watered the plants in the window of my apartment, the woman in the third floor apartment across the courtyard would find a reason to come to her window and watch me.In the summer time, I would ride my stationary exercise bike by the window for the breeze, and she would watch me from the shadows of her curtained windows. After a while, I began to see flashes of her at her window, in her under wear, or sometimes completely nude, and at other time topless. She was always...

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Butterfly Lovers

It was fantastic summer day. A gentle breeze drifted lazily across the small pond. The reflection of the midday sun made the colors of everything stand out more. You lie there upon the soft terry cloth towel, your body soaking up every ray of sunlight that fell upon you. A beautiful monarch butterfly landed upon your left nipple. You held your breath as you admired the shear beauty of the elegant creature. The brilliant colors contrasted with the dark areola that surrounded your nipple....

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"I ordered butterscotch," she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London, and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. "I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you," replied the waiter then...

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“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice, not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied the waiter then...

Butterscotch Part 1

“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied...

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Painsluts of Buttermilk Falls

ONE "You see, Entworth, I saw you last night at the PainCafe, when you were hitting that girl's breasts....she was tied down, her hands were, and you kept, like thrashing her with that wire thing." Jinx O'Casey smiled at Entworth beseechingly. ? Entworth's swarthy face?stared at Jinx through his prescription sunglasses, his copy of "Soap Opera Digest" forgotten. "You-you aren't here about my share of the rent?" He tried to look matter of fact, but this was an extreme relief. ? Jinx shook her...

Little Arab ButtercupChapter 4

These are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I...

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...

Butterfly Beach XI Summer or The Sharing of Tongues

Spring passed quickly and summer arrived, bringing with it a longing that drew me more and more to the surface and daylight. With each passing day I felt more and more restless, the need to see the open sky overcoming my desire for Isshu, strong as that was. Had he been able to stand the almost sweltering heat, I would have enjoyed his company here in a world that was more to my tastes. With or without him, I needed to feel the sun kiss my flesh and the wind upon my face. The world below...

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Little Arab Buttercup part two

All had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had...

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Mark reached across me to grab his watch off the nightstand. "Sorry, babe," he said. "I got a ten o'clock tee time." This was not going to be a day for cuddling, the only one of my subtle and not-so-subtle suggestions that he ever seemed to remember. He pulled his spent cock out of me and gave me a slap on the rear. "You're still a damn good piece of ass, Kath." I could feel the mattress, freed of his weight, regain its shape underneath me. "Don't let anyone tell you you ain't...

Knowing Which Side My Bread Is Buttered On

Edited by Isaac Newton A german composer named Bruckner Remarked to a lady while fuckener : "Less lento, my dear, With your cute little rear; I like a hot presto when muckener!" When Tony stares at me with those familiar hungry eyes I do not discourage it. I know which side my bread is buttered on. That was my mother's favourite statement when we had our frequent arguments. The driver opens the door to our car, and Tony and I walk arm in arm to the large crowd at the top if the hill...

Butterfly Beach X Seasons or Dance of the Butterflies

Autumn.Eventually, I felt the need to feel the sun and the wind once more, and ventured to the surface, accompanied by my alien lover, Isshu. It was nighttime, and the air was brisk upon my naked flesh. I could not remember the last time I bothered to cover my nakedness – the memory was as distant as that of my life before this island. Paris and London had become places in barely remembered stories. I remembered my companions, of course, especially Em. I contented myself with the knowledge...

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Episode 37 Cuntal Butterflies

Introduction'Episode 33 – Second Homes' started ‘Hi my name is Stephanie, I’m quite petite – slim, high breasts, short-cropped blonde hair and deeply tanned all over. I’m nearly 16 now, but with the right make-up and choice of underwear, I can be any age you want. I keep my cunt shaved to within an inch of her life – I hate pubic hair – it always gets stuck in your teeth. I was born Stephanie in this tiny village on the south Cornish coast, but most of my friends call me Steph, except for the...

Drama in Buttermilk Falls

GID'S REUNION Gideon??Reinicke and his sister Kate had quite a reunion It was a yearly thing at this point, but they always both looked forward to it.! He'd picked her up at the airport, and taken her to lunch, and they'd discussed old times, and Kate's art gallery, and of course Gideon's practice as?the most prominent?allergist in Buttermilk Falls. ? Kate had asked Gid over lunch whether there were any romantic prospects in his life. "You know, I know you must be lonely, Gideon, are you...

The Tutor of Buttermilk Falls

THE TUTOR OF BUTTERMILK FALLSONE Alfred Nemirow rubbed his throbbing dick tentatively, and gave Fanchon an imploring look. His wife of?three years was impervious to such looks,but Alf tried anyway. He looked down at the steaming Starbucks cup, and then checked? the mirrors of the Mitsubishi Galant...was anyone looking? ? God knows no one wanted to catch Kissler Systems's head Accounting and Financial Recruiter commiting an act of obscenity right outside the damn office...even if he was with his...

Butterfly Beach VIII Metamorphae

Eventually, numbness and boredom eased my terror, pushing it to the back of my mind. How long I hung, suspended like a worm on a fisherman’s hook, I know not for I spent much of the time fading into an uncomfortable unconsciousness. And then, the terror returned in abundance as I felt a presence within the dark, my eyes having grown accustomed enough to see the displacement of blank emptiness by something much darker and much more sinister. A sheen, if you will, of something shiny that seemed...

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Butterfly Spirits

Authors note: This is my Halloween contest entry. It is not spooky or scary or a typical Halloween story in anyway. I will admit it’s a little poignant and sad but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Thank you again to RK Moreland for helping with the copy editing, and BrambleThorn whose wisdom really helped when I became bit lost. You are both much appreciated. ~ellie * Joel walked down the dock breathing in the stale scents of the city and stopped on the side of the road before him. He had...

Little Arab Buttercup part three

My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent. She was so fluent that she had started writing in...

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Butterscotch Part 3

Friday 6:30 pm Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night. After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into...

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Butterfly Love A Halloween Story

All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and...

Little Arab ButtercupChapter 2

All had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had...

Little Arab ButtercupChapter 3

My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent. She was so fluent that she had started writing in...

The New Girl A Documentary of the Butterfly Light part 1

The New Girl - A Documentary of the Butterfly Light Part 1 A seasoned journalist, Mike traveled the world in search of compelling stories. It was his last one, however, deep in the hilly jungle of Southeast Asia, which would change his life back in Manhattan forever. With flagging self-awareness, Mike does his best to document his erotic transformation from man to woman and his final emergence in the 'butterfly light.' I started my video blog basically because I'm a journalist. ...

A Butterfly with Bite

CHAPTER 1 Staring at the mirror, Camilla Young simply confirmed her bad face day: the mouth was down, lip coating very much in need of restoration and her eye surrounds were bloated and red-rimmed from recent crying. ‘God, girl — you are one awful mess,’ sighed Camilla, knowing no one was there was there to listen and that stimulated her anguish. Almost overnight the vivacious leading female magazine writer had become a fallen butterfly, lying unwanted while everyone else was laughing,...

Chapter VI Exile and Ecstasy or Butterfly on a String

From the sketchbook of G. McCrossen.Captured! Thankfully, only James’ pride wounded. In hindsight, it was fortunate that his pistol misfired. The fight had been short. Although James did his best to defend us, his revolver failed to fire, much to his obvious chagrin. After a short, but spirited skirmish the lizard-men, as Emma has dubbed them, quickly overpowered him with their spears, disarming him of both pistol and saber before the others could reach him. Soon, we were all within their...

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All the Little Butterflies

Camille had gotten herself in an awful fix. She came to the mall with her friend Stacy and her mom. When they finished shopping and were leaving, Cammy told them she was going to have her mom pick her up. The young brunette had noticed the boys looking at her, and didn't want to go home yet. It was her skirt, she knew. It was really short and floppy. Just about every inch of her bare legs showed under it. Cammy's mom would never have let her out in public in it, not by herself. Only because...

Butterscotch Part 3

Drinks with the lads was great; a weekly rite of relaxation and male bonding. But all good things should come to an end. Not that the employees of the respected law firm of Marmaduke, Daintree and Partners ever let their Friday drinking get out of hand, but the time inevitably came to call it a day and to say good night. After the lads had bid me goodbye, I stepped out into the street and headed home. The evening was calm and mild by London standards and I dropped into Lou Lou’s quaint...

Butterscotch Part 4

So there we both were on the London Underground; our faces luridly painted, our bodies clad in black satin and lace, in leather and tartan, in silver and steel. I had never looked like that in my life but since having met Tamsin, my life had changed. I had learned to live for the moment, to dwell in the present, to savour its possibilities and to delight in the full range of sensations that constitute being alive. I looked at her now as the train sped through the seemingly endless blackness...

Butterscotch Part 2

I set Tamsin down gently on my bed. She looked up at me submissively, giving me her undivided attention and not even glancing at the room, as I would have expected. It was as if she had been there before. I smiled. The subtlety of this woman was as alluring as her audacity. I knelt on the bed next to her as she reclined luxuriously on the plump, white pillows; her hair framing her face like a golden halo. I lit some candles and turned down the lights. I then felt a hand pass over my butt...

Butterscotch Part 2

I hugged her as she wrapped her arms firmly around my shoulders. I then felt her legs clench around me and she rested her head against my chest. I slipped my hands under her thighs and picked her up, fully appreciating what supple, long legs she had. As I took her to the bedroom, my still hard cock bounced joyfully up against her wet pussy. There was something deeply satisfying about that moment, at the command of primordial nature we had somehow left civilization and all its restrictions...

Butterscotch Part 2

I hugged her as she wrapped her arms firmly around my shoulders. I then felt her legs clench around me and she rested her head against my chest. I slipped my hands under her thighs and picked her up; fully appreciating what supple, long legs she had. As I took her to the bedroom, my still hard cock bounced joyfully up against her wet pussy. There was something deeply satisfying about that moment; at the command of primordial nature we had somehow left civilization and all its...

Straight Sex

Butterfly Ch 01

The research was being conducted by the university's College of Physical and Agricultural Sciences. Researchers from various departments had been studying the exoskeletons and shells of animals from across the tree of life. They had identified a member of the butterfly family that grew a hard shell over its torso, where no butterfly had previously been known to do so. This shell seemed to double the life span of this species, in comparison to other butterfly species. It also provided...

Butterfly Beach I The Wreck of the Golden Dove or the Consequences of Unfamiliar Fruit

From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix - First entry. It’s been nearly twenty-one days since The Golden Dove was blown off course by a truly malevolent storm. Had it not been for the peerless bravery of our good Captain Harrington and the courageous Lieutenant Littlefield, we most certainly would have been lost at sea somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. Though having lost our glorious airship and most of our supplies, some of us made it safely to shore, holding out hope that the rest of the crew as...

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Lucy the Butterfly

Why does it take them so long, I wondered, sitting on the hard wooden bench. I had told them the truth, but they did not believe me. I could hardly believe it myself. And what a mess they made when they dug up the three young women we had so carefully dug into the flower bed behind the house. They had led me to their van through a crowd of curious onlookers. Then, sitting down in the police van with my hands handcuffed behind my back, was difficult and very uncomfortable.Lucy had promised to be...

Supernatural

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...

Butterfly Tattoo

I have always been my parent’s perfect little girl, and I feel like it’s time for a change. I want things to be different. I just turned seventeen and I’m ready to spread my wings, so to speak. I’ve been debating this for the last six months, and I’m ready for it. I stroll down the street, repeating the same thing in my head, encouraging myself. “You can do this,” again and again, almost like a broken record. I step up to the tattoo shop and shiver slightly, suddenly afraid to push the doors...

Butterfly Tattoo

I have always been my parent’s perfect little girl, and I feel like it’s time for a change. I want things to be different. I just turned seventeen and I’m ready to spread my wings, so to speak. I've been debating this for the last six months, and I’m ready for it. I stroll down the street, repeating the same thing in my head, encouraging myself. “You can do this,” again and again, almost like a broken record. I step up to the tattoo shop and shiver slightly, suddenly afraid to push the doors...

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Butterfly Beach II The Afternoon of the Lepidoptera

From the Journal of Olivia Delacroix - Third entry.It has been, to the best of my knowledge, eight days since I detailed Emma’s discovery of the bright pink fruits which we have taken to calling lustberries. Since that first night we have made some significant discoveries about its properties. Its effects, which last anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours, depending upon the mass of the imbiber and their metabolism are four-fold as near as we can discern. Once again, I am made to think of...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi

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...

Bullets and Butterflies A Cult Story Part 1 of 3

Part 1: Bullets The car increased its speed, it was now well over eighty miles an hour on a road made for half that velocity. Each tight turn flung the vehicle into an almost uncontrollable spin but with a physics defying correction the driver managed to stay on the road. Above helicopters of both the police and news flew above attempting to keep car in view. Hindered by the concerns of pedestrians and public safety, the trailing police cars were not able to keep pace. Officer...

Chosen Frozen IIChapter 21 Butterflies are Free

The Marines on Thule were racing to get ready to meet the latest Swarm incursion – the 121st Brigade's Third Training Platoon was off to the range to qualify on the RLA-1, marching smartly through the snowdrifts in their matte white battle suits, laser rifles at the shoulder. Behind them, similarly attired, strode two purposeful forms. These forms were trying to stay away from the Marines, hoping to mask their diminutiveness through the powers of perspective. Their path led off from the...

Little Arab Buttercup part three

My little Arab buttercup, Aisha, had been married to me for over a year now. I found work with a civilian contractor for the military. My technical and computer training in the army gave me the knowledge and experience they needed there in Silicon Valley. We were living about thirty minutes away from my job. Aisha preferred to be called Annie now. She was completely westernized in every way. She always spoke English, and had become fluent. She was so fluent that she had started writing in...

Little Arab Buttercup part two

All had gone as planned. I had been able to secretly and discretely get my little buttercup out of her Northern Africa country. I had simply made very special plans with a French smuggler in the port. We knew who all the players were at the consulate. We kept track. We sometimes used them for missions that were not quite kosher, so to speak. I was good friends with the CIA operative in the consulate. His title was Secretary of something or other, but we all knew his mission here. And we had...

PureTaboo Eliza Eves Chin Up Buttercup

Elena (Eliza Eves) is desperately searching the living room for her cellphone. Her stepfather Nate (Ryan Driller) then enters the room with the missing phone, saying she left it in the kitchen. She thanks him and eagerly checks the phone, but looks disappointed that there are no new messages. Elena says that her boyfriend hasn’t contacted her for the past two days, and now it’s Valentine’s Day. She gets upset, wondering what she did wrong. Nate comforts her, saying ‘Chin...

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Butterball Hotline

Caller: “Hello?”119 Operator: “Hello! Happy holidays and thank you for choosing Butterball Turkey! What’s your emergency?”Caller: “Why would you think there’s an emergency?”Operator: “It’s Christmas Eve, sir. Why else would you be calling a turkey company?”Caller: “Well, you’re so right, young lady! And I certainly hope you can help me…this is an absolute nightmare.”Operator: “Oh no! What can I do for you sir?”Caller: “I have a group of twenty friends and relatives coming over for...

Humor

Madame Butterfly

Madame ButterflyIn my last story “I Found a DVD”, I told of how I had witnessed my work colleague, Jane, getting cum splattered over her face from her husband and how this made me so horny everytime I saw her that I had to find ways to achieve desperately needed orgasm at work.I decided I should expand on this part of the story.So, as I mentioned, I had found videos of Jane getting cum squirted into her face and it made me sooo horny. Every time I saw her at work, we would stop and chat,...

Jingbang In Goa 8211 Part II The Butterfly Effect

Author : JINGBANG Email: For the Part 1 of this story please go to https://www.indiansexstories2.net/group/jingbang-goa-part/ I finally managed to reach the top berth. I had two guys sitting on my either side and 2 guys sitting in the opposite berth. I asked them which game they were playing and they said it was bluff. Since I knew how to play that game, I also expressed my eagerness to play with them. Anyways I wanted to improve my rapport with my colleagues. I so wished that Riya was also...

The Pink Butterfly

The Pink Butterfly We had lived in our new home for about 6 months. Our next door neighbors, Erika and ?J? quickly became best friends, we seemed to do just about everything social with them. Erika and her husband, ?J,? are about our ages, mid to late 30-s, and were not only great looking as a couple, but intelligent, and just plain fun to be around. But I digress; a little about me. My name is Lisa; I’m 34, 5’6? tall, about 110 pounds wet, with mid-back length, jet black hair and long bangs...

Butterfly Beach IX Abandonment and Reunion

From the Log Book of HMS RavensongWe have decided to set sail upon the morrow, satisfied that we have rescued all living survivors of the Golden Dove. We have spent the last week searching, at the insistence of Prof. W. Waites and his daughter, that one of their number still lives, lost somewhere beyond the city of serpents. With a fierce storm brewing upon the horizon, I fear that to remain would be folly. Today has been spent replenishing our supplies for the long voyage home as well as...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Madame Butterfly

In my last story, “I Found a DVD”, I told of how I had witnessed my work colleague, Jane, getting cum splattered over her face from her husband and how this made me so horny every time I saw her that I had to find ways to achieve desperately needed orgasms at work.I decided I should expand on this part of the story.As I mentioned, I had found videos of Jane getting cum squirted into her face and it made me sooo horny. Every time I saw her at work we would stop and chat, usually by the...

Masturbation

My Unwanted Butterfly Tattoo

Divorce can be hard for a single Mom like me. Especially if you’re a practicing Catholic. But I felt like I had to do it, given that he ran off with one of my best friends. I’ve been trying to keep it together for my eighteen-year-old son. I’ve gotten a lot of help from my support group and the parish priest.Yesterday I was just relaxing by the pool for a while before I had to get dinner ready for Jeff and I. He wasn’t home from marching band practice yet so I figured it was ok to put on a...

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Butterfly Wings

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...

The United Kingdom of Zoo Celebrity EditionE3 Eliza Butterworth

We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway ... but now we are seeing medieval castles, green pastures, ancient forests, and nordic invaders. The BBC documentary title appears “The United Kingdom of Zoo” and then the logo “Celebrity Edition; The Last Kingdom” is slapped on the bottom in a dog jizz shaped font. “While this looks much like the Scottish Highlands, we are actually in...

Chosen Frozen IIChapter 7 Butternuttery

Sandy ran a hand down her grey concubine shift, trying to smooth out nonexistent wrinkles. The large window to her left showed part of the massive transport fleet readying for their trip to Thule, silhouetted by a crescent Earth. At her former home, which she could just make out on the horizon, it was mid-morning. She took another second to review the speech she was about to give, and then nodded to Lyn. The camerawoman, staring through the viewfinder, gave Sandy the thumbs up and settled...

Butterfly Ch 02

A week passed reasonably uneventfully, catching up with family and the usual things that happen when on overseas holidays. My mind never strayed far from the previous weekend, when the amazing young woman with her butterfly belt did incredible things to my mind. The day of the wedding arrives and I am tingling as I get myself ready. I take extra care getting myself sorted, pulling up my long white socks, ensuring my red flashes are just right, fixing my cuff links, just so, my large belt...

Grandma s butterfly tattoo

Me Jon, Peter and Davey were yakking it up, and - as it always does - it got round to sex. The question was "who was the oldest you fucked?".The best was Jon. 23, not bad for a teen. "No way!" we said, and he told us about a girl he'd met on his last vacation with his folks. She'd been in the next chalet at the resort, with a bunch of girl-friends. And he'd flirted with them all. Or, at least, THEY'D flirted with him. The way a gang of older girls might. And then, one day just one of them was...

Butterfly Time

Butterfly Time By Cassandra Morgan Pink. The first thing I thought when I saw him was not that my best friend was wearing a dress. It was not that he had on high heels. It was not his cherry red lipstick. All of those images would flood over me in the next few milli-seconds, but not yet. I was on sensory overload, and all I could do was think Pink. Cotton candy pink. Pretty underwear pink. Ceiling insulation pink. Pink elephants' pink. Vagina pink. Pink. Saturday night....

Butterfly Beach XIII The Eye of Thermisto

(First entry from the Diary of V.Dorofeyev, translated from the original Slavic by O.Delacroix)i.With the help of Pavel and Yngvild, I was able to close the portal, sealing the cavern behind us before we were driven mad. Even now, a handful of days later, the site of divinity burns like a fever in my mind like a siren, calling out to me. My companions feel it too. Pavel weeps openly at the memory of our short sojourn beneath the veil of stars and I can see the longing writ upon the Dane’s...

Fantasy & Sci-Fi

The Colorful Butterfly

I was wandering around in my favorite discount department store doing some miscellaneous shopping. Of course, as is my usual modus operandi, I was also perusing the lovely ladies as I went, mostly looking for the nice round bottoms and/or the heavy bulbous breasts that turn me on. I was in the seasonal Valentine's aisles when I spotted her. At first it was just a flash of skin that attracted me because she was wearing dull black pants and a dull black jacket, neither of which were...

Butterfly Ch 02

Two hands picked up the blanket that covered her and pushed it off, exposing the rest of her body. Though Diane had gone to bed nude, almost her entire body was now coated with a black, shiny film. Only above her neck, her hands, and her feet had any skin showing. Darkness hugged every curve and crevice of the rest of her body. It wasn’t necessary to cover them, as the important liquid was already flowing through Diane’s anatomy. Standing up, Diane walked to the center of the room. Her eyes...

Swap at the Butterfly Club

"OK Tam, let me get this strait, Butterfly Club is a bar where middleaged women go to meet boys for sex?""Tiffany, it isn't k**dy porn, they have to be twenty-one to get into theplace. Other than that, yes you have it right, its fun and with nocommitments, except for safe sex."When I saw the wispy smile cross Tiffany's face, I knew I hadconvinced her, I told her I would pick her up at ten. I didn'tmention that I needed her to be my wingman but I would find outsoon enough.As for Tom, he was...

Exposing Cindy The butterfly vibrator part one

Volume three: Exposing Cindy - The butterfly vibrator Chapter one – a night on the townJim and I had been married several years, and we had a reasonable assortment of various experiences in the first years of our marriage. So I was not shocked when he showed up on a Friday evening with a gift for me; a ‘butterfly vibrator’ which had its own harness to hold it in place; however a pair of latex panties had me confused. "OK, what's with the girdle?" I asked. I knew at 5 ft 4 in. and 105 pounds...

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