Belly Button Novels & Stories

Phoebe immediately stopped beside me and reached out to grip my arm. “Are you okay, Naomi?” she asked worriedly. “I…ummm…my stomach is fluttering…” “Fluttering? Do you feel sick?” she inquired. “No. It’s…weird. It feels like I have butterflies,” I answered. “Butterflies?” she repeated before giving me a soft smile. “May I?” I nodded, and she gently placed her hand on my stomach, moving it around before letting it rest on the right side of my small baby bump.

I muttered as I walked into the elevator, one hand rubbing my stomach that was slightly bulging from all the food I’d had. I’d been burping nonstop for a while now. It was honestly kind of embarrassing. I stepped fully into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor, letting out a small sigh. The doors slid shut with a soft chime, and I leaned against the wall, still rubbing my stomach like it would somehow help me digest faster. When the doors opened halfway, I stepped out into the hallway. The soft hum of the elevator faded behind me as I started walking toward the room.

Something strangely alluring about a woman of a certain age having a belly button piercing. Her already throbbing clit jumped while he played with her jewel. She squirmed more. Her ass moved against him to relieve the throbbing, but it just made things worse. She wanted his fingers there, instead of teasing her belly button. She took a deep breath, a gasp really, when his mouth moved to just below her ear. She purred deep in her throat as his hand moved a little lower, his fingers edging under the black silk of her panties. He stroked just at the top of her mound.

“Are you taking that off?” Turning around, Cade sat on the toilet. “Yeah, we wanted some air to get to it.” Cade carefully pulled it off as Jo put my hair up in a messy bun. “This does look good,” Cade whispered as he pushed gently on it. “Some of the stitches are even coming out.” Walking away from him, I looked at my body in the mirror. My belly button had this weird angle to it now. It looked like a diamond almost the way the top was pulled up. Stopping just below my breast, it was just proof of how I almost died.

"...he pierced my stomach from the inside that he made a bulge from the inside of my belly button..." GASP! "Oh my..." Harriet stifled her laughter. "Tha—that's concerning..." Arai muttered, flabbergasted. "I thought Zaha's already big..." "Is that bad...? I mean when I did so with Heath it also happen. The little bulge from the inside of my belly button," Miriam blinked innocently. "Nooo, Miriam, it's because your body is small and Heath is much bigger than you," Arai chirped. "See, maybe Her Highness is very lean and thinner than us, but she's tall enough!"

"I'd say it's right below your third rib on the left side." "What?" Before the confusion of what he had just said could even sink in, Adrian's hands shot out and grabbed me by the waist. His fingers scrunched against me causing my whole body to shake uncontrollably with laughter. I tried to push him away, but his tickling had me in an inescapable hold.

They add so much pleasure, it's not even funny! Ok, now you know the ins and outs of my bosom. Let's get to the rest of me. My belly is quite flat, and I have the world's tiniest little belly button. I can barely fit my pinky finger in the thing! But that's ok. I've had plenty of compliments about that, too! To the point where it's rare for me to be seen in public without showing it off.

Something strangely alluring about a woman of a certain age having a belly button piercing. Her already throbbing clit jumped while he played with her jewel. She squirmed more. Her ass moved against him to relieve the throbbing, but it just made things worse. She wanted his fingers there, instead of teasing her belly button. She took a deep breath, a gasp really when his mouth moved to just below her ear. She purred deep in her throat as his hand moved a little lower, his fingers edging under the black silk of her panties. He stroked just at the top of her mound.

Then the sweatpants, letting them fall in a lazy heap by the sink. I soon stepped under the water, letting it pour over me. It was warm, too warm—but I didn’t care. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The droplets moved slowly down my skin, they seemed to be tracing old bruises and places I’d forgotten existed. My fingers moved over my collarbone, my ribs, my hips—and then I paused. Lower. There was a curve. A soft, undeniable swell beneath my belly button. I stopped breathing. What… What was that?