"Marilyn & Kat"
A Dark Desire
For as long as she can recollect, Navel-Babe would see a person's bellybutton and start to feel all sorts of emotions; from happiness; to sadness, to full excitement. (she thought some bellybuttons looked similar mouths that yearned to be kissed) . Several months past, Navel-Babe decided to go on the Internet and see if there were others who might have these same feelings. She no longer felt thorny for having such intense feelings, and for defective a man to take part in with her bellybutton. Her Noteworthy Other knew of her unusual interest, but he abortive to give her bellybutton much concentration. She never felt the call for to stray from him, but yet there was a necessity in her that only a self with the same intense suspicion could only fit.
sucking like a pro
She met a ration of interesting group through the chartrooms and messageboards. One day she met a someone in the room that would take her by bolt from the blue. BBK (Bellybutton Emperor) seemed to be in the same variety of situation as she. Both have these intense bellybutton feelings; but never strut much about it to anyone..
After several conversations by email, they became very lovely friends; sharing fine points about their living in general. They had no intentions of leave-taking their SO's or to have intercourse; but they were consumed with the idea of having bellybutton mess about together...
Hey Navel-Babe,
You realize.... I was opinion tonight that if you showed up here (or if I showed up there).... I'd mischievously wrestle you. We would finish up on the couch. Then I'd kiss and itch and poke and urge your wonderful beauty celebrate till you begged for mercy as real ecstasy overtook your whole quantity. The contact of my shirtless torso against your belly and the impulse of my bellybutton against yours would throw both of us into orgasmic convulsions, until we collapsed into an exhausted heap of umbilical eroticism on the stagger.
BBK
My BBK:
You are enjoying this; making my bellybutton your secret little erotic mess about thing. This leads into an incredible erotic fantasy...
I presume you rubbing restful body oil in and around my tummybutton. The upset of your fingers, opening, and ostrich spike sends my laughter into profound, sexual groans of intense pleasure. You're whispering in my ear about how my result gives you erotic feelings in your bellybutton that extends down to your womanhood. While you're whispering in my ear, you bite to eat on my ear lobe, and remain down to the nape of my open neck.
My hips initiate to move uncontrollably. I have an intense hunch of warmth in my inner thighs. You slant your shirtless, mannish torso close to my look; so that I can stare into your thick, flat bottomed innie knob. My fingers circle in and around your lick-able do up; thus making it easier for my opening to enjoy every vicinity. My kisses bend into tonguing and nibbling all over your belly. When I grasp the inner rim that lays bottom the protective even bottom with my teeth, I attend to your moans of approval and feel your manhood pressing against my piling.
We're both about to explode into in circles 2 of orgasmic convulsions. There's no stopping us now!
Your Navel-Babe~~~
After many exchanges of emails, on-line chats, and special phone calls, Navel-Babe and BBK resolute to finally encounter. Navel-Babe was nervous; but very excited to know that her bellybutton was finally going to get some interest. She was also going away to get to take part in with a BBK's sexy button. BBK sent her the next letter after their engagement...
Dear Navel-Babe,
I immediately arrived back shape our little get together. You've been on my way of thinking a lot! I hunger to share with you my feelings on our engagement.
We've known each other for several months. Our cyber-relationship has always been high-quality, frequently very accurate. We are comfortable adage anything to each other, always with accepting and support. We've often played expression games, exhorting the other to describe their erotic, lush, sometimes sexual feelings about our navels. Our terminology are vivid flashes of quaint emotions and feelings. We go out of our manner to keep our feelings original and somewhat amazing, by spiking each talk with at least a few carefully chosen sentences, recounting our own bellybutton fantasies, and the line of attack we imagine the other's navel would endure our advances. But still, our friendship is steadfastly rooted in appreciation and accept for the other. Our mutual navel eroticism is a wonderful, unexpected pearl of excitement, that pushes us to unexpected heights.
Now, we are both left from home for a lengthy week end of calmness and relaxation. We knew the other would be in the quarter. Although we would not be full-time companions, we knew irregular time would be depleted together. We met in the inn lobby. I inwards about 15 report before you. You looked just as pretty in self. Your outfit; from the floppy suit to your sleek black boots made you look sexy; yet very sophisticated! After you finish checking in, you notification me from the feature you have and began walking towards me. You see the lukewarm smile on my visage and reciprocate. By the clever wink you gave me, I knew this was for my payment; and I enjoyed every little 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 at a snail's pace tugged on your top; immediately enough to cover up the bottom of your bellybutton. During the hold close you managed to sneak your index finger through the buttons on my shirt and gave my bellybutton a deep, but firm poke. You hastily slipped your fiddle with out and understood that you were "behind you for months to do that."
It was trying to leave from that wonderful moment, but we unfaltering to go to the lodge restaurant for a beverage and a nip to eat. We're cheery and affectionate - not be fond of lovers, but sometimes contagious a mischievous faint light in the other's eyes and irregularly touching the other's appendage or hand.
You type in the room first. When I focus back into the room, you stand merely an arms measurement lengthwise away from me. Your missing arm stretches out, palm planted sturdily on the focal point of my chest. My eyes mind your hand as it moves agitatedly on top of my still buttoned shirt. I suspect you watching for my reaction. We move further into the softly lighted room, without native tongue. Both of your hands move jokingly across my chest, now. Your fingers undo the top four buttons of my shirt, exposing my chest to the union of my ribs, to just several inches above my bellybutton. Now your hands stretch to inside my shirt, open palms moving confidently over both pecs, around the sides, toward my back, then returning to the center line -- urgent both thumbs steadfastly, affectionately against my diaphragm.
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