"Friday Afternoon Delight"
My Affair With Carol-Anne
For as long as she can memorize, Navel-Babe would see a person's bellybutton and set off to feel all sorts of emotions; from happiness; to depression, to full provocation. (she thought some bellybuttons looked be fond of mouths that yearned to be kissed) . Several months since, Navel-Babe decided to go on the Internet and see if there were others who might have these same feelings. She no longer felt unwieldy for having such intense feelings, and for lacking a man to drama with her bellybutton. She never felt the need to stray from him, but yet there was a necessity in her that only a person with the same intense feeling could only satisfy. Both have these intense bellybutton feelings; but never spoke much about it to anyone. Their SO's are attentive of their harmless fetish, but for some reason fail to give into their navel requests..
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After several conversations by email, they became very accomplished friends; sharing niceties about their go in general. They had no intentions of leave-taking their SO's or to have intercourse; but they were consumed with the thought of having bellybutton theatrical production together......... I'd playfully wrestle you. We would finish up on the couch. I would arch your back with my supply with weapons under your back; so that your bellybutton short of out above your jeans. Then I'd kiss and prickle and poke and stir your wonderful beauty celebrate till you begged for mercy as physical ecstasy overtook your whole bulk. The contact of my shirtless chest against your stomach and the impulse of my bellybutton against yours would fling both of us into orgasmic convulsions, until we collapsed into an exhausted heap of umbilical eroticism on the stump. Consider the promise!
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BBK
My BBK:
You are enjoying this; making my bellybutton your covert little erotic theatrical production thing. Whenever we chat on-line, about our bellybuttons my whole deceased feels warm and relaxed. This leads into an incredible erotic fantasy...
I presume you rubbing cheery body oil in and around my tummybutton. You're whispering in my ear about how my reaction gives you erotic feelings in your bellybutton that extends down to your independence. While you're whispering in my ear, you gnaw on my ear lobe, and remain down to the nape of my roll neck. Your belly kisses promote to me coo and purr. I have an intense air of warmth in my hidden thighs. You bow your shirtless, masculine torso close to my look; so that I can stare into your large, flat bottomed innie key. My kisses focus into tonguing and nibbling all over your stomach. When I grasp the inside rim that lays beneath the protective plane bottom with my teeth, I attend to your moans of praise and feel your maturity pressing against my crutch.
Your Navel-Babe~~~
After many exchanges of emails, on-line chats, and special phone calls, Navel-Babe and BBK strong-willed to finally experience. Navel-Babe was tense; but very excited to be aware of that her bellybutton was irrevocably going to get some attention. She was also going away to get to theatrical production with a BBK's sexy knob. Her experience with BBK was the most erotic undergo in her living! BBK sent her the subsequent letter after their first acquaintance...
Dear Navel-Babe,
I solely arrived back form our little get together. You've been on my awareness a lot! I hunger to share with you my belief on our first acquaintance.
We've known each other for several months. Our cyber-relationship has always been skilled, frequently very go out of business. We are comfortable aphorism anything to each other, always with understanding and support. Our lexis are vivid flashes of lively emotions and feelings. We go out of our road to keep our feelings original and somewhat melodramatic, by spiking each discussion with at least a few wisely chosen sentences, recounting our own bellybutton fantasies, and the road we imagine the other's navel would bow to our advances. But still, our friendship is steadily rooted in appreciation and recognize for the other. Our mutual navel eroticism is a wonderful, unexpected pearl of excitement, that pushes us to unexpected heights.
Now, we are both gone from home for a lengthy week end of calmness and relaxation. We knew the other would be in the region. Although we would not be full-time companions, we knew occasional time would be useless together. We met in the hotel lobby. I indoors about 15 transcription before you. From the movies you sent me, I the minute noticed you when you walked in. You looked very soon as pretty in someone. Your outfit; from the dull suit to your smooth black boots made you seem sexy; yet very exclusive! You see the warm smile on my face and reciprocate. By the clever wink you gave me, I knew this was for my profit; and I enjoyed every infinitesimal of it. When you stood in front of me, I couldn't alleviate but give your bellybutton a modest tickle with my fiddle with. You gave a lukewarm laugh, then unhurriedly tugged on your top; very soon enough to take in the bottom of your bellybutton. We hugged. During the hug you managed to slip-up your index fiddle with through the buttons on my shirt and gave my bellybutton a entrenched, but firm poke. You hastily slipped your finger out and whispered that you were "coming up for months to do that."
It was difficult to leave from that brilliant moment, but we resolute to go to the hotel restaurant for a thirst-quencher and a nip to eat. Relying on the months of trust built into our friendship, you invitation me to your extent to enjoy our correlation in a more private setting.
You type in the room first. Once in the extent, I turn gone momentarily to precise the door. Your gone arm stretches out, palm planted steadily on the highlight of my chest. My eyes mind your hand as it moves timidly on top of my still buttoned shirt. I deem you watching for my reaction. We move further into the faintly lighted room, without native tongue. Now your hands get to inside my shirt, commence palms moving assuredly over both pecs, around the sides, toward my back, then frequent to the center line -- burning both thumbs steadily, affectionately against my diaphragm.
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