The ButtBytr Saga
by TariaT
Copyright © 1997
The following is a recent ButtBytr repost, followed by my response. E-mails, reviews, and any comments are more than welcomed by me, although I can't speak for the Butt Fellow.
--Taria (Taria29c@aol.com)
Subject: A ButtBytr POEM for the ladies!!!
From: buttbytr@ix.netcom.com (ButtBytr)
Date: Tue, 01 Jul 1997 17:29:06 GMT
Message-ID: <33c13ddb.22222390@news.spintheweb.com>
A Nice Round Ass
By: ButtBytr - - 10/96
buttbytr@spintheweb.com
The first thing about a woman
Which ButtBytr will notice fast
Is whether or not this lady
Has a very nice, round ass
The thing that will cause a rapid rise
in size to my manhood... my mast
Is my gazing upon a lady
Possessing a very nice round ass
If that butt-- is a little plumpish
Hey, that’s even more of a blast
I don’t like the model-type butts
Butt, I LOVE a full round ass
I have to be honest with you
I love any butt on any lass
Butt, the butt that really matters
Is of course, the nice ROUND ass
If you are a lady who gets pleasure
In seeing a rise in a man’s pants
Just turn around and show me
That you have a nice round ass
I will want to drop to my knees
And put my arms around your hips
Put my face against your cheeks
And kiss it tenderly with my lips
I’ll then begin to use my tongue
To pay homage to your caboose
I will lick it all.. in it’s entirety
Don’t ever want to turn it loose
I want to squeeze, caress, and nibble
For a seemingly endless time
For me to adore your derriere
Would truly be sublime
My tongue would begin the journey
From the top of your crack on down
Each stroke my tongue makes
Would make your heart pound
Probing deeper and deeper
God!! You taste so damn good
Finally my tongue finds it’s goal
I’ve found your little rosebud
It dances back and forth
Then moves around your little hole
At last it enters your ass
As my cock is a rock-hard pole
If you'd like that kind of attention
And you just happen to be a lass...
Then, all ya have to do is
Bring me that nice round ASS!!!
Regarding Mr. Butt and his Bytes
by Taria (7/97)
So I see that Mr. Bytr
(As he's known when he writes Smut)
Has a thing about La Derriere
And it's left him in a Rutt
And rut is what he'd like to
With a Virgin or a Slutt;
Her status makes no never-mind
As long as she's got butt
"Oh, come with me," says Mr. B.
"And time will sweetly pass;
My pants will tent and my intent
Is to assault your Ass"
"Oh, babe, I call you Bubbles,"
He whispers in my ear
"And how I love to grab them
Whenever you are near!"
No boobs, vagina, nipples, clits
Make his passion resound;
His interest lieth not in tits
Butt in a butt that's Round
Well Bytr, you are eloquent
You've made your feelings clear;
What you have said is what you've meant
But just a moment, dear
Before my rosebud is plowed wide
By your rigid, questing pole
Before you've entered deep inside
That place that is your goal
Let me direct one query
'Fore you get at my back shelf;
For truly I am wary:
Have you tried this yourself?
O you who yearn to penetrate
My aperture so tight
Has any cock so hard and straight
Filled YOU up with its might?
For before you get your pleasure
In the manner you have said
I think you must feel the measure
Of the shaft from base to head
So Mr. Butt, bend over
Spread your legs all wide apart
Your rosebud you may not cover
As it is stabbed to the heart
Tutt, tutt, ButtBytr, there, there, there
Don't weep, and do not grieve
For truly it would not be fair
To give, but not receive
For even you, sir, must admit
As the old adage does run:
That the thing about the Ass-hole
Is that everyone has one
So open wide, and close your eyes
This'll only hurt a mite
It's done so that you'll realize
Just what Butt you would Byte
Oh, don't take it so hard, Mr. Butt
Just add more lube or Foam
And if this thought twists in your gutt
Think of this 'fore your next Poem.
End
by Taria
Best if read aloud, especially the fourth stanza
Subj: Round 5
Date: 97-07-06 15:38:59 EDT
From: buttbytr@spintheweb.com (Wally)
To: Taria29c@aol.com (Taria)
TARIA JUST DOESN'T GET IT...
BUTT SHE WILL... IN THE END ;-)
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Taria, is the maiden’s name
Attempting to rise to fortune and fame
Got in a rut
Tried a few cuts
All in the name of a game
I have certain tastes that’s for sure
A fine butt is definitely a lure
A man of distinction
I need not mention
Her barbs I can certainly endure
Accused of being anal retentive
And being so argumentive
Just let me say
In my own way
That I see that you’re not so receptive
But I’ll continue my expedition
Until ButtBytr gets recognition
Til I conquer your ass
And others with class
Then there’ll be no more competition
So Taria my dearest devine
Stop it with all your whine
Take it with ease
And you’re sure to be pleased
From a man who is surely inclined
One thing you have to remember
Be it April or November
As far as MY bottom
there’ll be no sodom
At least not from any male’s member
As always, comments are welcomed by
"Mr Butts" at:
buttbytr@spintheweb.com,
butt I don't know if Madame Taria
can stand the heat.
All of my stories and poems can be found
on my Web Site:
http://www.spintheweb.com/~buttbytr
And I'm sure that this complete set will
appear there... whenever Taria can't take
it anymore... "in the end."
O, WHAT YAPPING CUR DOGS MY HEELS?
A series of Haikus
Composed to respond yet again
To the foul utterances of Mr. ButtBytr
by Taria
Master ButtBytr
Has shown great temerity
For One who Loves Butts
How to respond to
His insulting invective?
And should I do so?
Lim'ricks and verses
Indeed how appropriate
Poetic License
Shaking my head as
I read his latest attempts
To kill my spirit
No, ButtBytr, No!
Although you covet my Ass
--Not yours to conquer
All of your crude japes
Words that sting but not caress
Cannot rouse passion
Do you truly wish
To grasp my Heavenly Curves?
Are you Man enough?
Do your weaknesses
Unwillingness to explore
Limit your Pleasure?
Trapped by Convention
Boxed in by narrow Worldviews
Growth frightens you so
So you shall remain
Forever unchangingly
A Pain In The Ass
~~finis~~
Small Note: The HAIKU is an unrhymed Japanese poem of three lines containing 5, 7, and then 5 syllables respectively. It usually refers to a season of the year, but I have adapted it for backside-oriented purposes.
I encourage comments to me at Taria29c@aol.com. Contrary to ButtBytr's assertions above, I am not a "Madame," nor have I ever been affiliated with the sex-for-pay industries.
Subject: Taria persists -- ButtBytr shall not desist!!!
From: buttbytr@ix.netcom.com (ButtBytr)
Date: Sat, 05 Jul 1997 15:34:35 GMT
Message-ID: <33be68e0.11187987@news.spintheweb.com>
To Taria and her
well-protected BUTT!
By ButtBytr - 07/05/97
The poetry which I pen
Be it delicious or trite
Is simply for pleasure
And reader delight
So if you dislike
These thing I write
Hit the DELETE key
And there'll be no fight
My verses are meant
For Adults and the like
Not kiddies like you
Still riding a trike
The truth is out
It's experience you lack
And knowledge of attention
Applied to your back
I like my women grown
In both body and mind
Don't think I'd want
Any of Taria's kind
It really doesn't mean
ButtBytr has no class
If he kisses and caresses
A nice round ass
Tis surely a shame
You won't see the light
And enjoy the pleasure
Without such a fight
With me, there'd be no fight
After some kisses and licks
If your butt's still not ready
Hon, it won't feel my prick
What may be right for one
And not for the other
Is a hot set of buns
Kissed by a lover
You won't know the joy
My homage could enhance
Unless you relax
And give it a chance
Loving a beautiful Butt
As said in poetry text
Doesn't mean the encounter
Has to end in anal sex
Just give it a rest
These feelings will pass
When a dominate young stud
Claims your virgin ASS
It takes more of a lady
Than you'll ever be
To handle the type of love
Given by a man like me
I shall not cease
Nor shall I desist
From writing 'bout things
Which I cannot resist.
The END (for now) ;-)
buttbytr@spintheweb.com
Touche, Monsieur BootBeetr!
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A response to a response to...
(This is #3 if you're keeping track; collect 'em all!)
by Taria
There once was a guy named ButtBytr
Who said "I'm a LOVER--not a Fighter"
He called me a "tyke"
Insulted my "trike"--
Well, now he has pissed off this Writer!
ButtBytr thinks that with some urgin'
His Prick and my Ass will be mergin'
Well I've got news for him
That is NOT happenin'
(And why'd he think my butt's still Virgin?)
He says all I need is a Stud
To ram at my li'l rosebud
Well Butt, it's my view
You must first try that too
Before you get NEAR my Butt, bud!
The fact that you're so argumentive
And to my words you are so attentive
Is suggestive to me
That you may indeed be
Appropriately anal retentive!
So come on now, Butt, get a clue
I don't want to keep fighting with you
So get down on your knees
Right next to me please--
And the stud can do you and me too!
If the stud we get can keep his nerve
And service us both with some verve
The two of us there
With our butts in the air
Will soon get what we both deserve!
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What?! A crude sex-poetry exchange without a Limerick?!? Unthinkable.
As always, comments are welcomed by Taria29c@aol.com, but I can't speak for Mister Butts.
Subj: About to be posted..
Date: 97-07-08 00:39:18 EDT
From: buttbytr@spintheweb.com (Wally)
To: Taria29c@aol.com (Taria)
Taria can go Internationla
ButtBytr shall remain rational
by: buttbytr@spintheweb.com
07/07/97
Taria's head contains naught butt bull
With too much of herself it is full
She now resorts to hocus
To go along with the pocus
With this Haikus she sounds like a fool
Not being knowledgeable of Oriental
Don't even know much about Continental
With all Taria's smarts
If they're not really farts
Why ain't she on with Jay Leno?
The lady keeps mouthin' with so much sass
She keeps on sayin', that I want her ass
Methinks on my scale of one to ten
Doubt if more than a four, butt then
Me lass.. that ass has far too much gas
In an e-mail message she was piping
She was rubbing her ass while typing
I must not be too bright
For me it did not excite
Coming from one whose always griping
She accused me of words with sting
With gentle caress they didn't ring
Butt now according to her
Her passion I couldn't stir
Even if loving whispers I'd bring
Be I man enough for her heavenly curves?
Hell, my dear.. if my memory serves
Hollerin' you were
Get away you cur
My butt will not be your hor d'oeuvre
Could Taria be ready to weaken
Has her pussy started a leakin'
At the thought of the rise
In the front of my levis
And her nipples I'd be tweakin'?
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Don't be ashamed Taria... have the
guts to send me a picture... afterall
you've seen mine on my Web Site...
What could you possible be afraid of?
Do you wanta be a "chicken" in front of
all these people on the Web???
Incidentally...as always... these poems,
and all my writings can be found at:
http://www.spintheweb.com/~buttbytr
Where are YOURS, Taria?
TARIA'S GONE - A Rap
Yes, Rap is a form of Poetry, with its own rhythms and flow.
This one absolutely requires that you read it out loud.
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That's it
As of now I quit
I don't get paid enough to put up with this Bullshit
Allathis was fun
But my fun is done
I have good times with m'rhymes
But I don't get off on hurtin' someone
We all were down
Just a'jokin around
But such a mess I never guessed
That he'd go so low he's underground
Why Butts
Didja hafta go nuts
Were you really so pissed
That ya had ta go and diss me?
We were just versifyin
Rhymin was a'multiplyin
We had fun a'doin it
But then you had to ruin it
I don't understand
Why the man who's such a Butt-fan
Acted like Saddam
Or the Ayatollah of Iran
It was a game
But it came down to flames
All you wanna do is wreck me
So you go and disrespect me
Insult my Pussy?
Well, it's still nice n' juicy
But I demand a TRUE man
Who don't come from some garbage can
My rhyme's infallible
YOU still can't count syllables!
Your rhymes are a banality
There's no originality
So I'M a fool?
It takes one to know one is the rule
But I don't need insults
'Coz all that counts is RE-sults
It's just not FUN, honeybun
So I'm done
And if it makes your Wang Chung
Just tell everyone you won
But as I leave like Boris Becker
I say get a spell-checker
All mistakes should be replaced
Before you show your face in Cyberspace
And if you can't write Poems
Then you should stay at home
Your rhymes are a crime
Maybe you should buy a metronome
Your Limericks are wack
You are no Poet, Jack
You lack a poet's soul
You need some self-control
And as for pictures of ME
Mister B--those you will NEVER see
I won't expose myself
So you can play with yourself
So adieu
Toodle-oo
I am through with you
And as you let the door shut
Don't let it hit you on the butt
And just some parting advice
You should learn to be nice
If getting Ass is your goal
You should not be such an ASSHOLE!
Peace
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Taria29c@aol.com
