Belly Button Novels & Stories

If she took off her shirt, they'd all see she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her thin top – a fact she'd completely forgotten when agreeing to this insane game. "Belly button or shirt, belly button or shirt!" The group started chanting. Vanessa leaned in, whispering, "Trust me. This is your chance." Ethan made eye contact with Lydia. "Fine," Lydia answered with more confidence than before. "Belly button." People celebrated as Riley cracked the tequila bottle. Lydia settled on the couch and raised her top slightly to reveal her midriff. As Riley poured tequila into her stomach area, Lydia needed t

I decided to put her out of her misery and dip my tongue in her belly button. "Oh yesss!" she moaned and arched high off the bed. Though sexy as sin, that reaction surprised me and I wanted to see it again. her belly button was definitely one of her sensitive spots. I made love to her belly button passionately with my tongue. I've never heard so many moans from someone just by having their belly button played with. Lillian probably pulled out a few strands of my hair as I did this to her. I ceased when I was positive she was going to explode. I would love to take bo

"What it is designed to do is react to something I found inside of you." "Inside of me," I squeak. "So there's more?" Primus laughs. As I glare at him he looks away, his cheeks rosy. He knows something that I don't. "I guess..." I reply. "It won't hurt?" "It shouldn't," she assures me as she takes a seat down next to me and places a gentle hand on my arm. "May I?" She requests gently. I nod and she motions for me to lie on my back. With careful fingers, she moves along my abdominum until she finds a gently curved spot above my belly button.

He turned to me, raising his brow slightly. The lump in my throat hardened. Right at that moment, I forgot how to breathe. “You can leave, Franca." He glanced at her over his shoulder. “No, she should stay." I pressed both hands on my stomach. Maybe he wasn't seeing the first one clearly. "To do what?” A crooked smile worked its way to his lips as his eyes dropped to my belly again. Shit. I held the wrong place. I tried to switch but— "Lowell said the area you pressed was just about an inch above your abdomen. Why's your hand on your upper abdomen?”

But when she had both of them in her palms, she could do whatever and have whatever she wanted. The most important part was not to fill their bellies with delicious food but the 5 inches from the belly button.