Butterfly Sit Ups Novels & Stories

“What’s that?” I blink and then look down into my hands where a little blue butterfly sits, slowly moving her wings up and down, completely calm and incredibly pretty. “Holy shit,” Blythe whispers, stepping close to peer at it. “Where did you get that?” “Want to be a butterfly next?” I ask, a bit wicked, grinning up at him. He just flinches back, looking at me with horror.

Even Jason too looked shocked. "Get your ass up and begin your exercises or it is going to be three hundred sit ups and two hundred push ups," Valentina said, and immediately everyone got up and began to do the exercises. After about thirty minutes, they looked tired. They had finished with their sit ups but they were failing at the push ups. They were out of breath by that time, so they were extremely tired and didn't have the energy or breath control to finish through with the push ups.

"Oh, it’s definitely this again." Before I could argue, Lily suddenly reached out toward the butterfly— And it stopped in midair. Not fluttering. Not moving. Just hovering as if frozen in time. My breath caught. Fatima’s glass slipped from her hand, hitting the grass with a dull thud. Sophie’s eyes widened. "Did she just—?" Before she could finish her sentence, the butterfly suddenly flapped its wings and continued flying as if nothing had happened. I turned to Lily, who simply giggled and clapped again, completely unaware of what she had just done.

He ordered. “100?” “Yes?” “You mean just 40?” “It’s a hundred for you,” Calvin ordered, narrowing his eyes and showing her the right position. He placed a hand on her stomach and another one on her back. “Keep this straight.” He said while the butterfly flew into her stomach on his touch again. Thankfully, Calvin removed his hand away soon and started doing pushups along with them. *****

Daniel and that brat will mock the life out of me, if they ever see me limping with my weight. With Arthur assisting and guiding me, I stayed there for the next 10 minutes. Arthur kept praising me and dishing out commands before he finally took the bar and I sat on the floor panting. He barely allowed me to catch my breath before suggesting we move to an incline bench for some abdominal work. I agreed and followed him over. Arthur instructed me where to lie and he held my feet as I started some slow sit ups. After I did around 30, Arthur told me to swap places and I held his feet. I had to admire his great body and strong leg muscles as he went well past 100 sit ups.

“Push-ups. Three sets of twenty. Go.” And so it went. Push-ups, sit-ups, burpees, squats—one grueling exercise after another, with barely any rest in between. Andrei demonstrated each move with irritating perfection, his body moving through the motions like a well-oiled machine. Even Damon, who was in excellent shape, was starting to struggle by the time we reached the obstacle course.

There are dragon and snake tattoos on his arm and elbow as well, which are making him sexier while doing push-ups. His biceps and muscles are tempting her. "Oh, my lord. I want to nibble his biceps." She pouted her lips and stared at him from head to toe. She jumps off the bed as a naughty idea smacks into her mind. She walks straight to him and sits on his back. "Hey!" He groaned as he felt some weight. "I’m curious - Can you do push-ups while I sit on your back?" She asked while sitting on his back on her butt.

She pushed away from her desk and walked between the rows of seats. “Consider the wormpiller and the flutterfly. The wormpiller is beautiful in its own right, but it must be broken down, reduced to goo, at the precise moment.” A shiver ran up Gilly’s spine. “Only then can a wormpiller become a full-fledged flutterfly. That is why we train in the sparring rooms, practice manifestations in the gardens, and take so many classes over the years: to learn how to endure that pain.” Mother paused, eyes lifted as if weighing her next words.

“Up you go, angel. Time to bend you like a pretzel.” He positioned her on her back, knees drawn up toward her chest, calves hooked over his shoulders in the Bicycle position, her ass lifting slightly off the sheets to expose her dripping folds completely. Her pussy glistened, swollen and ready, the lips parted invitingly from their earlier poundings. Francis stood at the bed’s edge, his cock still semi-hard but reviving quickly, bobbing as he aligned it with her entrance. “Look at this pretty cunt, all spread out for me. Legs up high, just like pedaling for my dick. You ready to take it deep in this position? Gonna hit spots that make you scream my name till your throat is sore.”

I turn to see the guys looking at me. "What?" I ask "Nothing. You just can't stop bouncing" Axel states "I know. I ran for a hour and then did my sit ups, push ups, and squats. If I just all of a sudden stop it's hard for me to breathe. I have to bounce it out" I tell him "You did all that?" He asks shocked "Duh. I dont box for nothing. I still have to work out" I tell him rolling my eyes "Well ok then" He says tossing me another bottle of water