NavelStories™

Lin was a very practical girl. If something feels bad then it probably is. She was conflicted by her recent experience with relationships and she was deep in thought when she suddenly bumped into someone right after the corner near the entrance to the library. – “Oh sorry!” – She said looking at the spilled coffee she caused and the perplexed face of a stranger. – “I never watch where I go. So sorry – did some of the coffee get to your clothes?” – She asked looking him over. He took a small sip from what seem to be his last few drops of coffee and smiled at her. – “It’s fine, I do that all the time on my own anyway.” – His boyish smile was endearing. – “Can I…” – She wanted to compensate for what she did by buying him another cup but something clung in her stomach. She knew that guy. It was only yesterday when she was looking at him reading a book in the park. – “Soon.” – He said and quickly left the building. What was that...? – Her thoughts echoed. She tried to keep calm as she ente...

As I'm a Navel crazy, I always try to watch/touch/suck navels. This is what I did with one of my friend’s wife. She was my friend before marriage, so she used to know my passion but never allow me after some one or two words. When she marries my friend and came to our official quarter she became a good friends of mine and that very day I was alone with fever in my room, she came to see me. As my friend went office so she also free for the day. As a good neighbor she came and asked me how I feel. I told that not feeling good enough, there might be high fever, so she came near my bed and touch her hand on my forehead to feel the warmth.  My luck-- sleeping on the bed I forget my fever and stare at her Navel which is completely visible from side. As she used to my friend so I smile at the moment and tell her that I cud see your Navel, which I tried to see from our college life but failed. She said, so what. I know from my college life that you love to watch that but I never allowed y...

I meant to share this a while ago, but I just didn't have the time to. I'd been caught up in school...fuck. So, about a week ago I went to my girlfriends house (her name is Krystal). I've known her for about 3 years and I've been going out with her for almost a year now. Her birthday was a couple of days ago, but I didn't see her on that day cuz I had to go to New York (family emergency). I called her the next day and asked if I could come over to her house. She said yeah, so I drove over to her place. I knocked on the door and she invited me in. Nobody else was home, she said she had been there alone for a while (she lives with her mom and brother). Just so you guys can get a mental image if what Krystal looks like, she's 5'4" with dyed red hair, green eyes light tan skin, and a slim/toned belly. She takes dancing classes, so she's pretty fit. I sat down on the living room couch with her, and she leaned against my chest. I had almost forgot I got ...

It’s Friday, finally! And a three-day weekend to boot! In the spirit of the rabid happiness that accompanies the Friday before a three-day weekend, today I’m going to recount one of my weirdest stories. My philosophy in life (and sex) is usually “it’s not that weird,” but trust me…this was weird. The story begins, typically, at some random college party. Hoards of overworked, hormomally challenged students were crammed into the basement of a former frat house, sweating so profusely that the walls glistened with residual humidity. This is where I spent a portion of my four years in college – dodging flailing limbs, fighting dehydration and looking for love. I didn’t find love, unfortunately, but what I found was better. On this particular night what I found was a drunk gentleman that I vaguely knew from a couple of classes. I thought he was nice (on the rare occasions that I thought of him at all), and we wound up talking for a little bit. Finally, my capacity for overbearing bass...

Every day, I had to be scared. Kaylada and I both did, but mainly me. We had to be scared because of Emily, who was a very, very cruel ghost with very light blonde hair, almost like it was bleached. She had a white, ripped up dress with her name written in blood on the back. She would make bad things happen to us, but since I told Emily to direct the torture towards me instead of Kaylada, Kaylada hasn't gotten much. I've gotten twice as much. Emily comes when we least expect it. Emily's favorite place may be our belly buttons. All of the torture is directed towards there. It hurts more than anywhere else.  I was minding my own business, Sitting on my bed watching TV. I then heard the ghost girl's evil laugh. My eyes widened, and I gulped. I was wearing a belly shirt, so I looked down at my belly button and said, "No.." as I trembled with fear. I saw her appear slowly in front of my bed. "Oh, Teresa... don't be scared. It's not like I'm ...

If there was a Facebook option asking for my relationship status with my belly, I’d have to choose the one that says, “It’s complicated.” I belong to a family whose women usually grow up to have big, round, female stomachs, and while I love being part of this full-bellied tribe, I’ve often wished that our physical trademark could have been natural washboard abs. My belly was round from the time I was a little girl. My mom says that’s how I was born to be. “You’re like me,” she told me when I was ten, patting her own bump of a “puson,” which is the Filipino word for abdomen. I didn’t want a round belly. I wanted a flat one, like the bellies of the three detectives on the popular 1970s TV show  Charlie’s Angels . Jill Munroe, played by Farrah Fawcett, had a stomach that was flat even when she wore a bathing suit—unlike me, whose tummy stuck out in my one-piece. The only time my belly was flat was when I lay on my back. At night in bed, I would run my hand up and down my stoma...

(Although the protagonist is a character from Totally Spies, this fanfic was inspired by a wide variety of sources, including H. P. Lovecraft’s “The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath”, and the Saturday Night Live sketch “Deiter’s Dream”. Any resemblance to other stories or media entertainment is probably intentional.) It had been a long and weird day. Clover had planned on spending the day with a new boyfriend, but he pulled out at the last minute, snatched away by that black-haired bitch, her eternal rival in fashion, popularity, and love. Because her friends Sam and Alex thought she would be occupied they had gone off to do other things, so Clover contented herself with a day-long binge of eating junk food, watching TV, and surfing the web. Her web content had been a mixture of beefcake shots, online shopping, yaoi-filled fanfics, and posing as a male in a gay chat room and then doing something unmentionable that left her with a sticky keyboard. She even accidentally found some weird we...