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.

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.

I said. " Val, how would I pass this test without you?" Miranda said, sounding exasperated, "Now, where the hell's the Manubrium?" "Oh, that's just the bony part of your sternum where the first rib and collar bone joins." I explained, running my finger down from my neck to feel the mass of bone beneath my skin. Then I leaned forwards and touched Miranda's. Through her top, as there were other students around still. "And how do I find the tenth rib?" Miranda asked.

A goddess of fertility, her body had been completely overtaken by the life growing inside her. The skin was stretched so tight it was nearly translucent in places, pale and shiny, with a delicate network of blue veins visible just beneath the surface, pulsing faintly as though straining to contain my little sister. Her popped-out belly button stuck out even more noticeably from that angle. The prominent, swollen knob distended boldly from the very center of the massive curve, begging for attention.

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?

His abs pressed my breasts into peaks above them, the hair tickling my hardened nipples. His member was firm and erect, pressing into my stomach, just below my belly button. I could feel the pulsing buzz, calling to me as I reached to grasp it firmly in my hand…

Then his hand moved suddenly to my navel which was a bit exposed through he has his grip on my hands overhead and the upper part of my top was raised, putting his middle finger on my navel he started to make circles there finally placing hard press over my naval making me tremble under his dominance. When he got satisfied rubbing my belly button over and over he started to remove the bottom of my jeans after pinching the skin of the belly button which made me wince in a little pain. I was again lost in his passion and couldn’t think anything right. It feels so right with this man even if this is wrong.

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.