I Have A Navel Fetish
Again this is Fiction. These are stories about my fetish and fantasy.
I walked into the room when I saw her there lying on the sofa, asleep. I was at the right end of the couch, and could see she was on her back, with her arms raised and crossed behind her head, her hands buried under her wavy mass of strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing a tiny pink crop top, and a pair of low-slung cut-off jeans, unbuttoned. I could make out the shape of her ribs beneath the skin exposed under the hem of her short shirt.
I moved around her, coming to the front of the sofa. I wanted a better angle to view her from. Now I had a better view of her stomach. I looked at the smooth concave of her stomach, with the tiny dimple of her navel right in the center. Her belly button was so shallow, I could see the cute little folds on the inside. As she lay there, I watched as she breathed deep. This made her ribs expand, and her little pink shirt rode up ever so slightly. Her belly slowly dipped inward, and her little innie navel puckered. In fact, it almost disappeared into the shallow valley down the middle of her stomach. When she exhaled, her ribs contracted and her tummy gently billowed out again. Her stomach seemed to undulate back and forth as she inhaled and exhaled. I was completely mesmerized by this sensual display.
After a few minutes of this, I wasn’t content just to watch any more. Seeing this young lovely’s bare midriff come alive before my eyes was just too much. I approached the sofa, and knelt by her side. My face was now only inches from her skin, close enough to see the tiny hairs in her skin. I slowly reached out and, very gently, touched her ribs. My heart was racing as my fingers made contact with the silky smooth skin.
Suddenly, the girl stirred a little. I jerked my hand back, afraid she would wake up. I could only wonder what would happen next.
My fears were put to rest when she did not wake up. She merely turned her head, her sweet freckled face now facing in my direction. I breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out again.
I felt her ribcage again, gently caressing the long bones. I felt them expand and contract as the girl breathed in and out. Then I slowly ran my hand down her side, stopping just short of her hipbone, which was pronounced above the waistband of her cutoffs. My fingers then glided over her lower belly. I could feel her firm abs, beneath a thin layer of soft flesh. The muscles of her stomach, too, would stretch, then contract with her breathing. My hand was now flat on her stomach, as I felt my way up to her breastbone. As she breathed, every exhale sounded more and more like a gentle moan of pleasure.
Soon, the fingertips of my right hand met the crease that divided her beautiful belly down the middle. Slowly I slid my fingers down the undulating line, until I reached her navel. Then I firmly planted the tip of my index finger into the tiny hole. I could barely fit my fingertip inside, as her belly button was so shallow. I could feel the slight, firm ridge at the top of her navel, and the folds of the wall within. As she exhaled, the rim seemed to lightly pinch my figertip, then release it as she inhaled again. I wiggled my finger ever so slightly, making tiny, slow circles. It seemed that her belly-knot was just about to unravel beneath my probing fingertip. As I did this, her hips shifted, and she made a noise of subconscious ecstasy.
I plucked my fingertip out of her navel. Then I leaned over to peer directly into this little well. It was so beautiful. When she exhaled, the rim of her belly button would draw in, wrinkling just a tiny bit. Then when she inhaled, the rim would stretch out, pulling the flesh on the inside and opening the folds. As I watched her navel pucker over and over, I found my own lips puckering. I bent my head down and planted a gentle kiss on her umbilical dimple. She exhaled and made a short giggle. Then I kissed her navel again, this time a little longer. My lips held fast to her stomach, and now the tip of my tongue started to probe the little button. I reveled in the flavor of her belly button as her abs undulated beneath my mouth.
My tongue soon left this lovely crater, and slowly made its way up the valley of her midriff. Her soft moans increased in my ears. Now her shoulders were rolling, which made her ribcage shift around. My fingers had found her ribs again, and I could feel this action. I ran my tongue lightly over her ribcage, then back down her side. I came up again to the soft flesh between her navel and her jeans. I rested my cheek on this wonderful little mound. I could just feel some downy hairs on her lower belly. I listened to her breathe in and out in a kind of satisfaction. I closed my eyes for a little while, sharing the feeling with her.
Finally, I lifted my head up. I gave her one final kiss on her belly button, then got up and headed out of the room. Pausing at the doorway, I turned and looked back at the girl. She had the sweetest smile on her moist lips. I smiled as well, and thought to her, sweet dreams, Sleeping Beauty.
I walked into the room when I saw her there lying on the sofa, asleep. I was at the right end of the couch, and could see she was on her back, with her arms raised and crossed behind her head, her hands buried under her wavy mass of strawberry blonde hair. She was wearing a tiny pink crop top, and a pair of low-slung cut-off jeans, unbuttoned. I could make out the shape of her ribs beneath the skin exposed under the hem of her short shirt.
I moved around her, coming to the front of the sofa. I wanted a better angle to view her from. Now I had a better view of her stomach. I looked at the smooth concave of her stomach, with the tiny dimple of her navel right in the center. Her belly button was so shallow, I could see the cute little folds on the inside. As she lay there, I watched as she breathed deep. This made her ribs expand, and her little pink shirt rode up ever so slightly. Her belly slowly dipped inward, and her little innie navel puckered. In fact, it almost disappeared into the shallow valley down the middle of her stomach. When she exhaled, her ribs contracted and her tummy gently billowed out again. Her stomach seemed to undulate back and forth as she inhaled and exhaled. I was completely mesmerized by this sensual display.
After a few minutes of this, I wasn’t content just to watch any more. Seeing this young lovely’s bare midriff come alive before my eyes was just too much. I approached the sofa, and knelt by her side. My face was now only inches from her skin, close enough to see the tiny hairs in her skin. I slowly reached out and, very gently, touched her ribs. My heart was racing as my fingers made contact with the silky smooth skin.
Suddenly, the girl stirred a little. I jerked my hand back, afraid she would wake up. I could only wonder what would happen next.
My fears were put to rest when she did not wake up. She merely turned her head, her sweet freckled face now facing in my direction. I breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out again.
I felt her ribcage again, gently caressing the long bones. I felt them expand and contract as the girl breathed in and out. Then I slowly ran my hand down her side, stopping just short of her hipbone, which was pronounced above the waistband of her cutoffs. My fingers then glided over her lower belly. I could feel her firm abs, beneath a thin la
Soon, the fingertips of my right hand met the crease that divided her beautiful belly down the middle. Slowly I slid my fingers down the undulating line, until I reached her navel. Then I firmly planted the tip of my index finger into the tiny hole. I could barely fit my fingertip inside, as her belly button was so shallow. I could feel the slight, firm ridge at the top of her navel, and the folds of the wall within. As she exhaled, the rim seemed to lightly pinch my figertip, then release it as she inhaled again. I wiggled my finger ever so slightly, making tiny, slow circles. It seemed that her belly-knot was just about to unravel beneath my probing fingertip. As I did this, her hips shifted, and she made a noise of subconscious ecstasy.
I plucked my fingertip out of her navel. Then I leaned over to peer directly into this little well. It was so beautiful. When she exhaled, the rim of her belly button would draw in, wrinkling just a tiny bit. Then when she inhaled, the rim would stretch out, pulling the flesh on the inside and opening the folds. As I watched her navel pucker over and over, I found my own lips puckering. I bent my head down and planted a gentle kiss on her umbilical dimple. She exhaled and made a short giggle. Then I kissed her navel again, this time a little longer. My lips held fast to her stomach, and now the tip of my tongue started to probe the little button. I reveled in the flavor of her belly button as her abs undulated beneath my mouth.
My tongue soon left this lovely crater, and slowly made its way up the valley of her midriff. Her soft moans increased in my ears. Now her shoulders were rolling, which made her ribcage shift around. My fingers had found her ribs again, and I could feel this action. I ran my tongue lightly over her ribcage, then back down her side. I came up again to the soft flesh between her navel and her jeans. I rested my cheek on this wonderful little mound. I could just feel some downy hairs on her lower belly. I listened to her breathe in and out in a kind of satisfaction. I closed my eyes for a little while, sharing the feeling with her.
Finally, I lifted my head up. I gave her one final kiss on her belly button, then got up and headed out of the room. Pausing at the doorway, I turned and looked back at the girl. She had the sweetest smile on her moist lips. I smiled as well, and thought to her, sweet dreams, Sleeping Beauty.
By:
SPACEHERO55
Age:
31-35
,
Male
