Papillon Butterfly Novels & Stories

A pretty purple butterfly comes around, and I sit up, raising my finger up for it to sit and it did surprisingly. “Hi there,” I say as I admire her beautiful broad wings that's like a work of art, “Aren’t you the cutest little thing.” I bring her closer to my face, beaming and cooing like it’s a baby. “Let’s give you a cute name to match your cuteness,” I stand up, and she doesn’t fly away, which makes my heart melt, “How do you like, er, Pippa, or Pip?!” I say, chuckling but really resonating with Pip.

I once or only twice has seen a butterfly that be only from a window. I always found them so pretty. It was yellow in colour with black dots on it. I didn't know what kind of mistake I was doing in order to follow that pretty creature. I didn't notice that I got out of the grass. The butterfly stopped on a wall flapping its wings furiously. But before I could even stare at it from close it abruptly fled away. I was in the commotion that why it flee away so early but suddenly gasped out finding myself in the air. My stomach got pressed against a hard shoulder. Then I realised.

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.

With every flap of its wings, a sweet aroma as well as tiny green flower petals fell off its wings. There were six smaller similar looking butterflies flying around the massive one. These were around 50 meters tall, all of different colors, white, red, pink, green, black and light blue. Milton stood to his feet and observed the butterflies with interest, he realised that all six of these, all of different affinities.

But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen. Hearing Queenie says Leya’s name, the little butterfly suddenly calmed down and stopped rebelling. She glared at Queenie. “Do you know Leya?” she asked. Queenie and the magical butterfly looked at each other. The longer Queenie looked at the little butterfly, the more she found many differences between Leya and the little butterfly. Unexpectedly, the little butterfly suddenly pulled out long fangs from its mouth. Then she quickly grabbed Deril’s hand. “Aww!!!” the man choked and shook his hand.

When Lance's finger touched the petal, all of our attention, captured by its captivating and unusual response! The flowers began to open wider while producing a variety of butterflies in different sizes! What struck me the most was the strange fixed color that they have. It only has two; green and blue. Our eyes were following the directions where they flew around the corner. These beautiful butterflies were dropping a white, tiny glitter that gave more life to the waters as they passed. The splashing of waves of the surrounding water made the pathway wet. We moved a bit to avoid getting hit. Well, except for Elaine, who was busy looking at those butterflies. So Christian stepped towards her

He slapped me harder. Pablo stood me up and pushed me onto the couch. He turned me, so my back was to him. I tried to move, but he pinned me down. He grabbed my face and turned me towards him, and he kissed me. His tongue poked into my mouth. He bit my lip as he pulled away. He then kissed and sucked on my neck. Teresa turned around. “Oh no, you turn back around, and you watch. This is what happens when you hurt or disobey your master.” Pablo said.

WHAT FEELINGS?(53) VIVIAN~ Micheal, I find out his real name after severe persuading. I told him he couldn't go by the name velet when it came to official business. The name of his fashion line was papillon's mystery. When I asked for the meaning of papillon, he mentioned it was the French name for butterfly. "You have to pronounce it with style," He gestured with his long fingers as he drives new back home. "What happened love? Why are you so upset?" He asked and i ignored him.

As she held the pink wrapping paper and glanced at the two butterflies on it, which were blue and red, she thought that it was similar to the one in her memory. Since the two chose the butterfly as the token of love, every time he gave her flowers, whether it was red roses or blue enchantress, it would always come with wrapping paper, printed with the two butterflies. He would pre-order the wrapping paper every time because there were a lot of wrapping papers with butterfly marks but she had never seen two butterflies in pairs where one was red and the other was blue. It had to have been custom-made.