Romans & histoires Belly Button Stories

He moves to the chair next to her. “I’m gonna tell you a little secret … but you can’t tell anyone, capeesh?” He nods with a warm smile, so she continues, “You see … here inside my tummy,” her hand moves over her stomach and his eyes follow suit, “I have this tiny little bean … I just can’t seem to fill him up.” The man keeps staring at her stomach for a while, his brain probably processing what he just heard, and then he suddenly catches on.

I’m busying myself with dinner, salivating as I breathe in the delicious aroma of my chicken stir fry, when a sudden kick from within my belly has me clutching the countertop and gasping for air. I manage to keep myself upright while I focus on taking slow breaths. Each inhale seems to compound the pressure in my belly, so I do my best to keep my breaths shallow. I lift my shirt and examine the familiar, prominent veins and bruises that have begun forming across my belly once again. I sigh, lowering my shirt, then rub soothing circles across my belly.

Moving down my stomach he virtually made love to my belly button. Joel continued to take his time. My body became his treasure map, he found every spot that made me squirm with desire for him. To make matters worse he was full of questions. How old was I when they took out my appendix? How did I get the scar on my left knee? It was endless.

"Hahah. Is that how you get girls to say yes to you?" "Uhuh. That's how easily I can get girls. So I have a girlfriend named for almost every letter in the alphabet." He said matter of factly. Jeesh! This guy is mighty proud of his folly. "Ok, name the the one with letter X." I said laughing not taking him seriously. "Hmmm, Xenia, the girl with a big butt! Ghhaad, I love girls with big butts." My eyes widened with his revelation. Is he for real? So would I make it to his list? I had a petite figure but my bubble butt is my greatest asset.

Lately, I noticed him looking at my belly when he thought I was not paying attention. He was probably trying to understand why it was getting bigger. I pulled my loose top down, making a mental note to ask Mama Li for larger clothes because I did not want anyone poking their business into mine. Unfortunately, poking their business into other people’s lives seemed to be a local sport here. The gossip here was… creative. I heard a woman swear her neighbor’s chicken was cursed because it laid eggs facing west. Another man insisted a man’s limp was punishment for lying about the size of a fish he caught ten years ago.