0 comments/ 28175 views/ 3 favorites Butterfly Dreams By: lilnoname i walk into the house. He is waiting for me. My Master has planed a special night for Us. He walks up to me, taking my hand in His. He then leads me down the hall, to O/our bathroom. He has drawn a hot bath for me. The water smells of roses. He then slowly undress me, i stand before Him nude. i look into His eyes, seeing the passion and desire in them. He helps me into the tub, where He then washes my body with soft touches that tease me. i watch His face wondering if He knows what He is doing to me. By the smile on His face i know He does. After He has washed every inch of my body, He helps me out of the tub, drying me off slowly, passion and desire running through me. i ask Him to tell me His plans. He just grins and says "In time lilone." Smiling back up at Him i say. "Yes Master, i shall be patient." Excitement shines in my eyes, as He then leads me to O/our room. He softly says "lilone, I bought two gifts for you today." Smiling at Him i ask "What are they Master?" He grins at me as He picks up a sack. He then takes out this thing that looks like a butterfly. "lilone this is to give You pleasure." i ask Him "How so Sir?" He then walks up to me, sliding it down between my legs then fastening it to my waist. He then takes a little remote from His shirt pocket. He then switches the butterfly on low. i feel a soft shiver from it on my clit. Moaning softly from pleasure, i look to Him smiling. "Oh yes Master, it does bring pleasure". "lilone" he says, "there is one rule tonight." i look to Him and say "Yes Sir. What shall that rule be?" "You may not cum till I tell you to lilone." Taking a deep breath, i answer Him. "Yes Sir." He then turns the butterfly up. i moan softly from the pleasure. He then walks to the bed, telling me to follow Him. i follow Him over to the bed, where there is a black silk dress laying out for me. He picks up the dress, slipping it over my head. It hugs my body tightly; it shows nothing yet shows everything off. For He has decided i shall go without anything underneath the dress. i feel the silk all over my body as it hangs down to mid thigh. i smile softly for its silkiness feels good. He then reaches back into the bag. He takes out a silver necklace that is made to look like a collar. It has Master woven with gold into it. He walks over to me and places this around my neck. Smiling softly as i say Him "Thank You for such lovely gifts." He then leads me to the car. He helps into it. We then drive to this night club that i have wanted to try. He then turns on the butterfly. Moaning softly as i feel it rubbing my clit. He grins and reminds to not release myself till He says so. We enter the night club, looking around to find a table. We spot one in the corner. He then leads me to the table, and then He moves to get Us a drink. i then feel that the butterfly is moving harder on my clit. Wiggling in my chair i look about finding my Master grinning at me. A soft moaning escapes my lips as i smile back. He brings O/our drinks back. Setting them on the table, He then takes my hand He leads me to the dance floor. A slow song is playing so He holds me close, our bodies swaying to the music. Then a faster song comes on. i begin to move against Him, my hips grinding into His. Feeling Him grow hard, i dance against Him as the passion and desire grow in His eyes. He pulls me close, sliding His hands under my dress cupping my bare ass cheeks, pulling me tight into Him so that His hard cock is pressing into me. Before i knew what was happening, W/we are in the corner of the club. He has taken and pushed me up against the wall. His hands reach up under my dress, releasing the butterfly. He slips it into His pocket. He then unzips His pants taking out His hard cock. He then raises me up and pushes His hard cock fast and hard into my warm wet cunt. Moaning out with passion, i move with His every stroke. He whispers into my ear, "Remember lilone, not till I say so." Moaning softly, i shake my head and bite my lip softly to control myself. He thrusts deep and hard into my cunt. i start to shiver with pleasure. He then pulls out of my cunt. i moan in disappointment. He just says "In time lilone." He leads me back to the table, where we finish O/our drinks. Grinning at me, He asks if i am ready to go back home. Shaking my head, i answer Him "Yes Sir, i am ready." He leads me out to the car, where before i get in He slips the butterfly back on. He then turns it up on high. Moaning softly as i slide into the car. The drive back home seemed to take forever. The scent of my passion fills the car. He looks to me grinning, "Remember lilone not till I say." Shaking my head "Yes, it’s getting hard not to cum now." My excitement reaches almost to the point of not stopping. We finally make it home. He comes helps me out of the car, my legs shaking as i stand before Him. He then grins and leads me to the hood of the car. He says He is not able to wait any longer. He bends me over the hood, pushing my dress up over my ass. He slaps my ass. Moaning with pleasure and surprise, i arch my ass up higher for His touch. i hear His zipper coming down again. He slides His cock over my wet cunt, then into it, shoving in deep and hard. He then pulls out of my cunt, placing the head of His cock at my asshole. Shaking with passion, i press back onto the head of His cock, moaning out softly as i push back He shoves in hard then. He takes me and moves all the way up my ass with one thrust. i cry out softly with pain and pleasure. He starts to thrust hard and fast. i match His movement, bucking against Him, not caring if anyone can see my Master taking me. i feel Him grab my hair, pulling it as He slams deep into my asshole, as i moan loudly. He then slows down, sliding in and out of my asshole, my body shivering with the wanting of release. As He feels my shivers, He starts to thrust faster and harder again, taking me roughly. i feel Him start to go even harder. Then He yells "Now lilone now." i let myself go, bucking back on His cock hard and fast, my body shaking as i yell out "Yes Master. Oh yes." Squeezing His cock hard as i cum, i feel Him exploding with me. As O/our breathing slows down, He picks me up and carries me into the house, laying me on the bed. He kisses me softly, telling me to sleep. Butterfly Dreams Under the light of the full moon, he sat in abject loneliness, staring at her. Her back was to him, a thin strip of gauze draped around her body. On her back was a butterfly alit a perfect lotus blossom. He saw her profile, eyes downcast, one breast silhouetted against the background. Her long dark hair affixed in a messy bun, small tendrils of hair framing her face. He had poured out all his loneliness into her, creating a receptacle for what he could no longer contain within himself. To her image, he poured out all his hopes and dreams that continued to elude him. With each brush stroke, with each color he painted her image with the colors of a passion long buried deep within. Each stroke he painted echoed the depth of the loneliness that he had come to claim as his friend. The dark rich cobalt blue of the wings. The virgin whiteness of the lotus, tinged with the palest peony pink. A fiery golden sun nestled between the lotus petals gracing her back. The fine gold outline of the butterfly tinged with the color of hope that still lived within. As he sat in front of the canvas, he wondered would his creation be the Galatea to his Pygmalion. Wishful dreaming. He leaned back in the chair, softly sighing to himself, closing his eyes to go to that place that was awake, yet not awake. Reality's grip was loosening from his mind. In his mind's eye, he saw what she would be like, were she flesh and blood. He imagined the feel of her silky skin underneath his fingertips, the scent of her skin that would fill his nose. What her skin would feel like on his tongue as he traced the butterfly on her back. How that breast would fit perfectly in his hands, what her nipples would feel like between his lips, between his fingertips. What it would be like to slip his body between the lotus petals of her body. What it would be like to be the butterfly in her lotus, seeking the jewel between the petals. He imagined how her moans would sound as he licked and sucked on her jewel. How her sweet juices would taste as he licked her. How the soft folds of petals would hold his shaft tightly as he probed seeking nectar. He could feel the crimsoned lips pressed against his, his lips parting to her searching tongue. The taste of her in his mouth. The taste of him in hers. He imagined she would speak with a voice that smiled laughter in her words. He imagined her as someone who could see past his homeliness, his shyness and see him. He fell into a slumber with these thoughts as his bed partner. He felt light feathery kisses on his face and on his neck. A finger gently caressing the shape of his ears. Fingertips caressing the worry lines from his brow, replaced with butterfly kisses. In his sleep, a part of him was conscious enough to be aware of his growing erection. The bed covers drawn back, as the feathery kisses were now on his nipples. Tiny teeth nipping on his hardened buds. Moist kisses on his nipples hardening them eve more, He arched his back, eager to receive full benediction. Light caresses all over his body, across his chest, up and down his belly, feathery strokes across his cock. The light scent of jasmine filled his nose as he inhaled more deeply to draw the scent deep into his body, into his pores, a part of his dream. A hand was stroking his erect organ. The touch lighter, the grip not as firm as his. Wetness around the head. He spread his legs wider. The feel of soft, silky skin between his legs. The feathery kisses are now on his glans. A tongue sliding back and forth across the slit. A drop of ambrosia. More licking, sucking sensations, drawing still more ambrosia from his organ. Up and down, swirling circles around his head and his shaft. Wet feathery kisses, light as butterfly wings all over his cock, his balls, and his mound. Warm slathering caresses. He leaned his head back deeper into his pillow as he felt his cock enveloped by something moist and warm. Warm moisture alternating with the cool breeze of the night. His balls held, being softly caressed. He had not known such a dream. And he was not willing for it to end anytime soon. His breathing increased as he felt lips against his balls, his cock held tightly by what he could not say. All he knew was the exquisite sensation on his cock, the feelings coursing through his body. His cock head was once again being caressed, licked, and sucked. He could feel hands holding his shaft firmly, pumping motions in tandem with the motions, the sucking around the top of his cock. His body stiffening. His climax demanding release. His hands clutched the bed sheets as he raised his buttocks off the bed, as his body raced towards release. Dreamless sleep finally claimed his soul. He awoke to sunlight streaming into his small studio. He lay in bed for a moment, vaguely remembering his dream. He did not feel sticky. However, he was sure he had had another one of those dreams. He sat up in bed, trying to shake the cobwebs from his mind. He did not have that much time to spend trying to figure out what happened. The sun had risen he had to finish his painting. He mixed the gold silk paint to finish the outline of the butterfly on her back. He gazed into her face and noticed a small flaw in his work on the lips. He peered closer. There was a small drop of white on the corner of her lips. He pulled back, puzzled. He looked closer at her face. The eyes seemed to gleam with life, a knowing kind of look. He shook his head. "I must be working too hard. Maybe a short walk would do me good." Still musing about his picture, he almost didn't see her. She was walking in front of him. She was wearing a halter-top, a butterfly alit a perfect lotus blossom tattooed across her back. Her hair pinned up in a loose chignon. He called out "Excuse me..." and he saw her profile as she slowly turned to look back at him, saw one breast silhouetted in the bright sun...