Sylvie remembered that boy from her childhood. It has been almost ten years since that last time, when they gently kissed there, in the courtyard of her house, during parting. The boy promised to return: he will be treated, and he will definitely return.
- And if I, suddenly ... well, you understand ... you will not forget me?
- Do not say that! - tears came upon the eyes of the girl. - You must cure. And we will be together forever. And if ... and if, I will be faithful to you forever.
“Sylvie,” said Raccoon, “do not give unrealistic promises, please.”
But she gave. Ten years have passed, and the girl never had a man. She was not going to get married. And in her heart she kept the memory and loyalty to the one she loved and vowed to keep loyalty for him forever ...
Sylvia had a dream. The dream was like a real one. She walked in a fabulous garden, where beautiful flowers were found and beautiful butterflies flew. At the end of the path appeared a human figure. She quickly walked toward the girl.
- Raccoon ?! - unable to believe that this is possible even in a dream, exclaimed loyal to him.
She was met not by a fourteen-year-old boy, but by a quite mature man ten years older.
- Yes, it's me, - my beloved smiled, - you kept me faithful, but I didn’t have time to sin on that Earth for fourteen years of life, therefore THEY allowed us to meet.
- But this is a dream? And who are they, and what is this place? - Asleep questions his contented virgin.
“I recognize my Sylvie,” the lover answered, smiling tenderly, “immediately fell asleep with questions. Who they are, I do not know. This place? Paradise, probably ... And this is not a dream. Your soul was brought here to meet me. We deserve it. You and me. Now we can, we are adults. I want to possess you, my love. I want to love you, as do a man and a woman. You agree?
- Yes Yes Yes!! - cried in love with him and began to unmask impulsively ...
She was in such a hurry that she didn’t look at her lover. And he was not going to undress. However, it was a hot summer outside this fabulous place. Not a fur coat was worn on him, but a light summer suit. As soon as the girl completely undressed and appeared in front of her beloved in her beautiful nudity, covering her chest with one hand, and with the other that desired place, inside which gentle butterflies flit, Raccoon approached her and asked not to hide the divine beauty from him.
“We don’t need to hide from anyone, my dear,” he said gently, “remove your hands.” We are alone in this World, there is no one else here.
Sylvie obeyed and, without saying anything, put her hands away, not knowing where to put them now, she took them by the head. Her small pink nipples on a small breast trembled under the influence of a gentle breeze, kissing them. And the sweet spot that half of the men on Earth dream of, covered with virgin forest of curly hair, seemed to have healed its life. Or maybe the butterflies, fluttering in her stomach, were begging outside? The girl did not know. In this fantastic world, probably, everything was possible.
She did not say anything, why her beloved still remained in clothes. It was his world. Maybe it should be. The man approached her and tenderly embraced him. Their lips merged in a passionate kiss, tongues began to get to know each other. The girl's hands gently stroked the back of his beloved man without feeling the fabric covering his body. The hands of the men did the same, and although there was neither cold nor hot in the Garden of Eden, the girl felt a slight chill, and the goose bumps occupied her back. No, it was not at all, guessed in love, it was a love shake, before the upcoming magic. After all, the transformation of a woman from a girl is always a mystery and magic, and even more so in this magical World.
Raccoon, gently stroking the lover's lower back, got to her ass. The butterflies in the belly of a virgin raged, turning, it seems, into bees. But the bees did not sting her, they singled out the love nectar that began to leak out of her bosom. They were pressed by the upper parts of bodies, the shyness of the first meeting did not allow them to completely dissolve in each other. But the Man really wanted to taste the nectar of love ... He gently ran his hand over his thigh Venus and completing the love half-turn, carefully plunged his finger into the quivering womb of a virgin. From these touches, tested by her for the first time in her life, she trembled. And a little away, she looked into the eyes of the one who will soon become her man.
Sylvia immediately noticed that Raccoon was without clothes. His body, neither a fighter nor an athlete, but rather a lean young man, did not have huge muscles and muscle cubes. He was always painful. “Probably, if he had survived in my World, he would have remained that way,” the lover guessed, so he was embarrassed to expose in front of me.
Of course she was right. The man was shy of his thinness and inconsistency. Well, in vain. She loved him the way he was. Her hand involuntarily sank down. She also wanted to try her man's love nectar. Nectar was slightly sweet. Or perhaps she thought. If this world was magical, but not so much as to somehow change the habitual. “But my wings did not grow behind my back, and I didn’t become more beautiful, angry at my small breasts,” she thought, “but I have beautiful shoulders and a butt. And legs ... what legs? Vobschem something pretty nothing. Men gaze upon them in my World. ”
Her stupid thoughts were interrupted by the fact that the man began to stroke her small breasts and gently kiss and lick them and the nipples that crowned the divine creation. As if the lightning had pierced the body of Sylvie. Involuntary "Ah!" Escaped from the depths of her body. Impulsively, she grabbed with her hand what the butterflies or bees demanded to plunge inside to become a woman.
- Do you really want this? Raccoon asked.
- That's stupid, of course, I want to. For whom did I save myself, if not for you? - laughed happy virgin.
She grabbed the man's cock without embarrassment and sent him into her cave of passion. “It will probably hurt? The virgin thought, laying down on the grass as soft and dense as a feather bed at the same time, nothing, I can bear it, for the sake of the occasion she promised herself not to even utter a word. ” Her lover was extremely gentle and spoke various kind and encouraging words. In addition, he was also the first time. Finally, they completely merged. The girl became a woman, and the boy became a man.
In this magical world thunder thundered and gentle warm rain poured down. The lovers almost did not feel him, they frantically moved towards each other, learning the only thing that is inaccessible to sages who break spears about the universe and the universe.
It was LOVE, the only thing for which legends were made, churches were built, peoples submitted and the future was built. Without love, there would be no humanity. Of course, the peak of love has always been the birth of a new life. Sylvia gave birth to a boy nine months later in her own World on Earth. Doctors were a little surprised by the fact that her virginity was whole. However, such a case was not the only one.
“And who is the father,” the medical worker once asked her, “is a pigeon?”
“No, butterfly,” Sylvia replied with a smile, breastfeeding little Racuna.
She said this because sometimes she would wake up from the touch of the wings of a huge butterfly that tenderly tickled her breast. Sylvie did not wonder where this butterfly appeared from in her room in summer or winter. The young mother tried to quickly fall asleep from the gentle and affectionate touches to get into that World, where the father of their child was waiting for her. One day she took with her little Racuna. In the morning the boy suddenly said his first word. Of course, it was: "DAD."
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This story is written on the picture presented in the text in the thread on the forum:
https://eroticspace.info/forum/threads/553/page-28#post-108377
If you like it, you can also try yourself in this field. Not? Display another picture and write the story yourself or someone else who liked it, let him write the story. I wonder what associations cause the artwork of the author of erotic stories)))
The story is dedicated to Nefertiti - my ideological inspirer and Emilia, my reader, I hope, an admirer))
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Oh-oh-oh!))) And the most insignificant criticism?)))
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The critic deserves a separate masterpiece)
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That's right, noticed my Queen. And if it were in the forum thread would be the third, then I would certainly mention it. So that my weak critic. toli will still be oh-oh-her)))
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I once wrote a story on a series of pictures.
https://eroticspace.info/story/2015-05-11/udivitelnoe-izobretenie-chast-1.html
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Right, Brian! And there I was drinking beer honey, admiring, or rather, a girl)))
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Wow, unexpected! Stumbled upon a couple of your last stories passed by, not mine. But this little sketch was pleasantly surprised, here you are. Respect! Tenderly subtly sensual, though I do not like fairy tales, but this one did not push away, although I cannot cynically not laugh at the second immaculate conception in history. I put boldly ten, in advance for future stories in the same spirit.
Oh, I'm sorry not a fig is a writer, but I would also have dedicated the thread of Emilia.
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Rinat, here you are caught red-handed))))))))) In vain you walked past Jura - he has a lot of romance, worthy of attention stories. I'm sure you will find something to your taste. Take a closer look)))
I have already invited you to join us, you are too modest - I read your texts and poems, you can safely publish them!)))
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Thank you, Rinat! I try in different genres. And I have a lot of similar stories. Probably a third among 130 stories exhibited here. I used to designate them with the tag "not porn", now I prefer others)))
And what about the guys are not a writer, you're lying, sir. I read your reviews, so dear friend, browse the site and do a nice story for your adore. You have already boiled enough, hardened in this kitchen, which is quite ready for feats of arms. But this is my opinion and I am sure that it is the most correct)))
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No, guys, I pass. Thank you for the invitation to your circle, of course, but I am more comfortable in the status of the reader, and sometimes a commentator. And the fact that I showed Emilia there, I am now about the writing, the graphomaniac level of an ordinary reading economist. Better I will put my potential in the reviews of your creativity, friends. More benefit will be. And then here and so talents at least one place meryay.
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It is a pity ... I try to drag people here also because of the forum. There people are sorely lacking (((There was an idea to play a game - a detective story or a fairy tale. But who will play it?
Guests kamentit there is prohibited ...
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Maybe the time will come and you will change your mind. It's all graphomania, the only question is what level) Yours is worthy.
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I read again) For the third time.
You know, from my point of view, this is one of your best stories. It seems, such a miniature. But in this “little bag” I see great depth. And yes, I confess - crying, empathizing with the heroes.What happiness was given to your heroine - even if in a dream, but she could be happy with her beloved and even gave birth to him. This is a miracle. Maybe there, beyond the edge, a better life awaits us, but alas, here in this world, we cannot be with those who have left. And you painted a wonderful fairy tale in which you want to believe. Thank!
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Thank you, my Queen! From such kamentov fit to tear myself! But I’m not nebudu, it’s better to stick a little tale on your picture, if it hooks me, of course, like this one with a butterfly on the girl’s chest ...
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I do not even know what to write ... I have no words)
I just sit in silence and listen to the rustle of the wings of a butterfly ... whether in the stomach ... or in my head)
Any words of delight would be out of place ... and would only frighten away the charm of the moment)
So ... just thanks for this magic)
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Eva, I am very pleased to hear such speeches from my ideological mastermind of many stories about Eva's clinic. Tselovashki, hugging my winged charm!)))
And thank you so much!
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By the way, have you ever thought of reviving the clinic?
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Why me? This is Evin project. Let the sovereign thinks for us serfs. Or rather the sovereign of all clinics Forumland.
Dissolved, you know, all patients, and she only cleanses feathers on the wings))))))))
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You - because it was your last story. And I would love to read the product with pleasure). And Eve just gave us a start, provided the platform. She is the organizer! The clinic bears her name - remember, in my story, the Clinic of the name of Evangelina Nepostoevoy)))))))
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Then all the more. Let someone else write. And she, as a TS, should push aside or continue the type of Clinic - 2. Did she seem to stutter on this?
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Then we go to tickle her together)))
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This is already from home. And you can right now)))
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Yurochka, thank you!))) And for the wonderful story, and for the dedication!))))))))
It is a pity that I can not express my gratitude - my country is not included in the list, I can not send SMS))) But the main thing is the opinion and recognition!) Put 10 of course)
I have already left my opinion on the forum when I just read it, and I will say it again - fine, delicate, and so reverent. No matter how trivial these phrases about butterflies with their quivering wings, no matter how often such analogies occur, but this is an amazing feeling when you experience something similar inside yourself, when you are in love, when excitement does not have enough air and feel dizzy and seems , you are about to lose consciousness ... This feeling is so beautiful and all-consuming, that you forget about everything, it seems to be a revelation, a whole world within yourself. You did great to convey this feeling, I repeat - tears came from the emotions, so many feelings you stirred by this story.
And the girl in the picture on Lana del Rey is somewhat similar))) She is on my avatar)))
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Thank you, Emilia! And lead really like. And maybe in reality you are like this Lana? Because and put this picture on avu? So the story is so close to you? Your words are pleasant to me. But do not forget that neither rewards nor balls interest me. But such words are more precious than many millions of riches in this World.
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Oh, sly!))) And maybe it looks like))) Only I have everything natural, and her lips are pumped))))
And the story is close only because it fits perfectly with my fine mental organization, has satisfied the needs of my romantic nature)
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Of course, the sly one ... And what if he relaxes and breaks. and you got)))
The picture is precisely why it prompted me to write a story that I saw it immediately introduced that it was not a simple butterfly, but symbolism. This is the soul of a loved one.
I do not know what thoughts the artist visited at that moment, maybe quite different - prosaic, but this is how I saw his picture.
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It is necessary to change the avatar ...)))) So as not to burn)
Very nice and cool you saw this picture. And it turned out maybe even more beautiful than the picture itself)))
I wonder if we should adopt the work of Kandinsky?))))) There, everybody interprets as he wants)))))))))))) Anyway, you can’t dispute)
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It is high time. or put the music instrument, even funnier butterfly))))
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And I had a crazy idea - to put my real photo, anyway no one would think that it was me!)))))))))))))
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The most powerful lie is to betray the truth for it. But here is not a ride. Suddenly, someone will find out?)))
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I'm not so desperate)))))))) It was just an adventurous thought)))) And a bit vain - admire, admire)))))))))
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I thought so))))
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Really a fairy tale! I am very happy on my heart after reading!
How good that without any obedience and humiliation, but just beautiful love! (happy)
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Thank you, Droplet April. And how happy I am that not only the girls were pleased with this miniature of mine, but also the guys))))
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I haven’t opened stories on this site for a long time, and I haven’t searched them at all. But I could not miss the miniature from such a wonderful author, also with the tag * romance *. You surprised me, unlike your other works, I did not cry at the end, but goosebumps passed over the skin as they read. And the picture of Vladimir Shorohova took me completely by surprise, because his drawings were adorned Tefid on the forum. Together with the joyful flapping of butterfly wings, I sat with a wide smile and was embarrassed at almost every sentence)) I really liked ...
Only, the transition between childhood memories and the words of Rakun * I want to master you * - it seemed to me too sharp and fast. I was even surprised, and obviously was not ready for such a transition) But this is personally the opinion of Tefida who loves to prepare her for a long time) Thank you for the beautiful miniature and romantic mood)
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Thank you, Tefida! But the truth on your Ava were often his drawings. I am glad that you like this little miniature!
However, do not think so about the heroes: because they were afraid, suddenly the dream will melt? And everything will disappear, as is usually the case in a dream. They wanted to do it quickly)))
But you are right for yourself, but I do not think that a woman who has been waiting for her lover for 10 years in her dreams would have to be persuaded for a long time in her own dreams, which have become reality. Moreover, besides the two of them in that fairy-tale world, there was no one)))
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Great, Romantic, So cute.
You're so different))) As always, 10 points.
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Thanks Roxy-Oxy. Yes, the same as you Sweet, Tasty Mandarin Duck. I remember how you took us by the nose)))
You are also very different))
Your wrapper, my shokutaTka. And something your girlfriend has not heard?
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Snow White is gone ((
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Fell in love, really? Boom to hope that he will return and please us with his pearls!))
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And I missed her incomparable stories (((
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And me too
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I will try to throw off her soap on the letter)) I will say: Yuri and I have missed you!
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And what is the idea! And not only us. she has more fans lusting her miniatures like shokuladku coffee or pepper pepper)))
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She replied: “Hello, my girl !! yes, they all fucked me there ... it’s not written (((in general, on sabbatical leave))) returned only from Switzerland”
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The main thing is alive and well, and vacation is a necessary thing. Then kaaaaak unfold))))
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Yura, such a bright story, right warmer in my heart)). You can after all! And a special thanks for the defense during the defense you know who)).
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Thank you, Red Shoe. I did not expect that this miniature will appeal to many))
By the way, do not forget: "Do not water the fools, they grow themselves" (c))))
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Well, you can, when you want! I said that you would show it to everyone when the Crossroads of the Worlds came out. Only no one believed me, they thought that I was crazy, and Yura was a rooster. But time passed and what do we see? Praavavilno! Bloomed our boy's talent with wild color! Mo-lo-dets, 2510! Keep it up! Keep up the good work!
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My sincere wishes and thanks to the magnificent author of the site ST Grigoriev! Thank!
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