Butterfly Metamorphosis Tattoo Novels & Stories

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

Who knew? The similarities made them smile. She hated to be tickled but accepted and sometimes even enjoyed when Blythe or Kate tortured her with it. Sawyer cried in front of both women, happy and sad tears depending on the occasion or discussion. She liked to grate on their nerves and gloat after the fact. The thoughtful blonde gave amazing gifts with something money couldn’t buy; Her time, attention, and love. Sawyer had become afraid of giving her whole self to another after being broken more times than she deserved. So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot.

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

I couldn't help myself; I was in a zone, and every emotion I had felt within these past few months came rushing out of me. I walked toward the last painting I’d made before my deep slumber–a butterfly. The vibrant red, yellow, black, and orange colors were like a burning flame, which I’d felt as I painted this picture. Similar to my cave painting, the butterfly reminded me of the transformation that was taking place in my life. It was as if I was morphing into a new person, yet its beauty reminded me of the end of what was blooming into a beautiful relationship between William and me.

When we get to the peak, the sunrise is worth the climb. My wings will dry at the top. And one day, when I'm ready to tell my story, the story of Natalie Ashman, I won't be afraid anymore. I'll be able to fly, fly like the butterfly. Butterflies are beautiful creatures that no one can grab in the sky. They are free to roam the earth. They take their beauty wherever they go. Everyone who has seen a butterfly knows they were a caterpillar. Caterpillars go through a magical transformation and end up in beauty. That will be me. I will spread my wings and fly. I will fly like a butterfly. And I will never be busted bubblegum ever again.

But using silver made the normal pain of getting a tattoo about a hundred times worse. And she didn't just have one cute little heart or flower on her belly. No, she had a stunning Phoenix nestled between her breasts, its wings fanning out over her pert mounds, but designed so that the flesh around her nipples was left untouched- looking as though they were peeking out alluringly from behind the bird. And if that were not enough visual titillation, the tail of the bird curled around the entire left side of her torso and flared out into beautiful swirls and tail feathers covering her belly. Like her nipples, the skin around her belly button was left untouched revealing an enticing belly butto

-End of Flashback- -Flashback- The little girl grew up into a beautiful thirteen-year-old girl. But instead of changing into something good, she turned into something worst. Nobody taught her that what she learned growing up was wrong. She became more entitled, more of the spoiled brat that she is. And no one can do anything about.

He touches his sides and says boo making Felix jump. We all laugh at their silliness. After a few minutes of watching the video Walker just stops and starts off in space. His eyes slowly start to shine and turn yellow indicating he is having a vision or whatever it is he is having. When he speaks you can hear his wolf in his voice. “The dragonfly has turned their back on the one they love the most. Their demise is the redemption to save the sparrow. Fight for their freedom but death will be easy. Watch from behind or the sword will strike true. The butterfly with a scar will give their life to save the dove. The butterflies sacrifice will bring down the bull.”

He removed his coat, put it at the back of the chair he pulled to occupy, uncuffed his sleeves and even the buttons of his white dress shirt, and took a seat while brushing his fingers against his hair. “Well, I think the butterflies are the most beautiful insects out there. It’s just that they started first being a caterpillar, which some would look at as very hideous, but through the process, as it would transform into a butterfly, it was like a reminder that you will always have your own journey of transformation, that there is something good in you. That one day, if it was your time to shine, you could finally be the best version of yourself, and you will reach your dreams.”