Midnight Butterfly

"Is there magic in the world? Skeptics doubt that magic exists, or ever did exist. Are they right? I don't know, but there are still a few people who are willing to keep an open mind, people who believe in old stories, ancient legends, and possibilities. Like the possibilities inherent in the Elixir of Lust.

"Anthony was lost. He was utterly, completely and totally lost. He had gotten out of the cab at what he thought was an intersection around the corner from his girlfriend's apartment, but as the taxi pulled away he realized that this wasn't the place he had thought it was. He turned, prepared to hail another cab, but there was not a one in sight. As a matter of fact, there were almost no cars in sight either.

"‘Okay,' Anthony said out loud, ‘I'll just have to find a phone and call a cab, or a limo, or whatever. Anything to get me to Elaine's in time for dinner.' Elaine was not usually in the best of moods when he was late for one of her infrequent home-cooked meals. ‘Shit,' he hissed.

"He looked up and down the street for a store that might have a phone, but in this run down area, who knew what you would find behind the shabby doors. Ultimately he selected one at random, between a dilapidated clothing store and a vacant lot. He peered through the grimy front window and saw a shape moving around inside. ‘At least there's someone in there,' he mumbled. He gazed at the sign, magic-markered letters on a piece of dingy yellowed cardboard propped in the corner of the window. ‘Harry's Potions and Nostrums. Harry Gaines Prop.' Another cardboard sign proclaimed ‘Hours 10AM to 6PM weekdays.' Well, Anthony thought gazing at his watch and seeing that it was just five to six, it ought to be open.

"He pushed at the door and, as it swung slowly to admit him, a bell rang. ‘I'm closed,' a scratchy voice called.

"‘It's not six yet,' Anthony said, ‘and anyway I just want to use your phone.'

"‘Closed is closed,' the voice wheezed as a stooped, wizened old man emerged from behind the dusty counter. ‘Sorry. Come back tomorrow.'

"‘I just want to use your phone to call a cab,' Anthony repeated, this time more loudly.

"‘Phone's only for customers,' the man said, scratching his crotch through his baggy trousers.

"‘Please. I'll pay you for the use of the phone. I've got to get a cab. If I don't get one soon my ass is toast.'

"‘Toast?' the man wheezed.

"He needed this guy to let him use his phone so Anthony took a deep, calming breath. ‘Please. My girlfriend will kill me if I'm late for dinner. She's cooking for me and she gets totally pissed if I'm not there on time.'

"‘Phone's for customers only,' he repeated.

"‘Okay I'll buy something. What do you sell?' At this point it didn't matter much what the guy was selling as long as it meant that the man would allow him to use the phone.

"‘That's better,' the man said. ‘I sell potions, powders, nostrums, all kind of things that people need. What do you need?'

"‘Need? How about a million dollars and a cab?'

"The man's laugh was brittle and ended in a spasm of coughing. ‘A million dollars. That's a good one. You've got a good sense of humor, young man. Now tell me. What do you really need?'

"‘Right now I need to get a cab and a good story to explain to Elaine why I'm late.'

"‘Elaine's your girlfriend, right?'

"‘Going on three months now.'

"‘Do you love her? Does she love you?'

"‘I suppose.' Anthony had had enough of conversation. He would buy whatever the old man offered, within his price range of course. ‘Now listen. What can I buy so that I can use the phone?'

"‘I suppose I could sell you a love potion.'

"‘Sure. Right. A love potion. If only it were that simple.'

"‘But it is that simple. I can sell you a love potion, or a lust potion, if you prefer.'

"‘A lust potion?' The old man had certainly gotten his attention with the phrase.

"‘That's what I said. Does that interest you?'

"‘How does this lust potion work?'

"‘The Elixir of Lust is really very straightforward. You put a drop on your finger and touch your girlfriend. Then she lusts after you.' He leaned closer, a wheezy laugh escaping from between his yellowed teeth. ‘If you put a drop of two on her pussy, she'll go crazy.'

"‘How much?'

"‘Only twenty dollars for a small vial. Enough for many evenings of delight. In the future, the price might be a bit higher. When you realize the potential of the Elixir of course.'

"Anthony was sure that the stuff couldn't possibly work, but if buying some would get the use of the phone, he would do it. ‘I'll just take the twenty dollar vial, and a phone.'

"Several minutes later when the cab was on the way, the man handed him a small vial of yellowish liquid with an old fashioned cork closing the opening. ‘Here's my card too, young man. Even if you use The Elixir of Lust sparingly, and you should of course, you might want to order more at some point. Just call and I'll have some ready for you to pick up.'

"‘This will be fine,' Anthony said, seeing the cab pull up in front. He stuffed the vial and the business card in his jacket pocket and scurried out.

"‘I can't believe you're late,' Elaine whined as Anthony walked into her kitchen. ‘After all the time I took making this lasagne and now it's cold.'

"‘You can put it in the oven and reheat it. I'm sure it will be wonderful.' He reached out to hug her but she twisted away.

"‘It's ruined,' she moaned. ‘Ruined.'

"‘Please, baby. Just try.' Anthony picked up the casserole dish and almost burned his hands. ‘It's still hot. I think we can just eat it the way it is.' He leaned over the dish and gave an exaggerated sniff. ‘It smells sensational.'

"‘The bread will be overdone.'

"Anthony sighed and wondered whether it was all worth it, but when he thought about being alone, no sex, no female company, he swallowed hard. It had been difficult to get Elaine to go out with him in the first place. He was twenty-six and, since he wasn't good with girls, she was his first real, steady girlfriend. ‘Come on, darling, I know it will be great.'

"She pouted prettily and consented to join him at the small table in her kitchen. They talked pleasantly over lasagne and bread, both wonderfully cooked despite the delay, and sipped some delicious Chianti.

"Later, as they sat on the sofa watching a video, Anthony thought about the small bottle in his jacket pocket. It had cost him twenty bucks. Maybe it would do something. He headed for the bathroom and, on the way back to the TV, got the vial and slipped it into the pocket of his jeans.

"The movie was a sad love story, and, while Anthony found himself bored, Elaine was paying strict attention, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. With as little movement as possible, he withdrew and uncorked the tiny bottle, pressed his finger over the opening and tipped the vial. The brown-yellow oily liquid coated a small area on the pad of his index finger. He put his arm around Elaine.

"‘Come on, baby,' she said. ‘This is the best part of the film.'

"He touched his oil to the side of Elaine's neck and stroked his finger down her white skin. When nothing happened immediately Anthony wasn't surprised. Chalk it all up to getting here almost on time and making Elaine happy. Twenty bucks wasn't too high a price to pay.

"For several minutes Anthony merely stared at the TV, bored to tears. ‘Baby,' Elaine said suddenly, ‘why don't you pay attention to me instead of the movie?'

"Surprised by her sudden shift, Anthony said, ‘I thought you were enjoying the film.'

"Elaine's head dropped back onto Anthony's arm. ‘Not as much as I would enjoy you,' she purred, turning her lips toward his mouth.

"Anthony leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's pursed lips and, as their mouths touched, Elaine reached out, cupped that back of his head and dragged him closer. She held his head tightly against her's, pressing her tongue between his lips. ‘Mmm,' she purred, changing the angle of the kiss to better fit her mouth against his.

"Anthony was stunned. Elaine was usually passive, plaint, willing, but never the aggressor in matters of sex. Tonight, however, she was devouring him. She moved so she was straddling his lap, her hands tugging at his shirt. Could it be the Elixir of Lust?, Anthony wondered. Could the stuff really work? What a blast!

"Anthony thought little more about it. Reveling in Elaine's newfound aggression, he tore at her clothes as she dragged his belt from it's loops. Soon they were naked, Elaine climbing all over him in an effort to get closer. She pressed his hands to her breasts, then urged him to tweak her nipples. With her head thrown back and her chest pushing against his hands, she panted like an animal in heat.

"Anthony's cock reacted predictably, growing and hardening with Elaine's every movement. As she prepared to mount him he remembered what the wheezy old man had said. Put a drop on her pussy and she'll go wild. He found the vial in his pant's pocket and put another drop of the thick liquid on his finger. Then he rubbed his finger over her swollen pussy-flesh, pushing it into her channel.

"‘More,' she screamed. ‘Fill me up. Fuck me with your fingers. Do it!' Frantically she bucked against Anthony's hand as he drove two, then three fingers into her. Almost incoherent with lust, she grabbed his wrist, pulled his fingers from her pussy and plunged downward onto his erect shaft. Over and over she raised her hips, then dove onto his pole. Knowing this couldn't last, Anthony thrust upward, meeting her every movement. It was only moments until he erupted, spurting jism deep into her pussy.

"As he panted, he watched Elaine eagerly rub her clit, finally succeeding in bringing herself to a climax of earth-shattering proportions. Together they collapsed onto the sofa and lay there long minutes until their breathing finally calmed. ‘Holy mackerel,' Elaine said, stroking his chest, ‘I have no idea what came over me, but that was incredible.'

"‘It certainly was,' Anthony said. ‘Magnificent.'

"Later that evening, home in bed, Anthony relived the entire experience. It must have been the elixir, he realized. It was difficult to accept but the stuff must have worked, and when he put a drop on her cunt, well she nearly exploded. He found his cock getting hard just thinking about it. I wonder....

"He climbed out of bed and fetched the small vial from his pocket. As he lay back down he uncorked the bottle and again coated his finger. Then he touched the oil to his cock, stroking it along its length.

"The effect was almost instantaneous. Brilliant colors filled his vision. Images of naked woman playing with their breasts, tempting him with hugely erect nipples. Pussies of all sizes and shapes, some shaven, some thick with curly pussy hair, thrust toward him, dripping with juices. Fingers stroked the wetness and then coated his lips with it.

"He could feel hands all over his body, stroking his toes, his calves, under his arms, between his fingers. Mouths kissed and licked every inch of his body. A tongue, no several tongues licked the length of his erection. A hot wet mouth enveloped his cock, taking the length of it into a dark wet world of erotic sensation.

"Without realizing he was doing it, Anthony wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked the length of his shaft. He cupped his balls with the other hand and closed his eyes to better enjoy all the sensations at once. In only moments he came, wads of thick come splashing onto his belly, then he felt nothing more until morning.

"As he slowly awoke he recalled the previous evening in detail. One drop on his cock and he had had the best orgasm of his life. Over the next few weeks, he saw Elaine several times, but the frequency diminished. Every night he used the Elixir of Lust on his own cock and found that he didn't need Elaine or anyone else. His fantasies and the yellow oil were enough.

"Finally one evening he took out the vial and realized that it was just about empty. He stared at it, rubbing his pinky around the inside to retrieve the last remnants for that evening. Tomorrow, he reasoned, he'd call the man and order more.

"The following morning he searched for the business card the old man had handed him. He'd washed the jeans he'd been wearing that day several times since then and the card was nowhere to be found. He turned his room upside down. No card. He even called Elaine and asked her whether the small white card might have fallen out of his pocket, but she hung up on him. He tried the yellow pages and the phone company but got nowhere. He got a cab and roamed the area around Elaine's house looking for the shabby old doorway with no success.

"That was many years ago. It is said that on any given afternoon a now-aged man named Anthony can still be found asking everyone on the street whether they'd ever seen a store called Harry's Potions and Nostrums. Good luck, Anthony."

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