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Ariel was so bored. She was approaching 17 and her body was begging for something sexual. With a flick of her tail she swam into the deep ocean, letting her long red hair flow freely behind her. She swam further until she crossed over the edge of her father’s kingdom, something she knew she was forbidden, but she didn’t care anymore. She swam near the coral, and then bumped into a large humphead wrasse. Its mouth appeared opened for a long time. Just as she was about to ask the heavy set fish what was wrong, a couple of thin long fish swam out. Not as intelligent as mermaids, they only spoke in words that summarized what would have been sentences. ‘Cleaning. Dead skin remove. Leave good skin.’ It took Ariel a while, but she realized what these small fishes were doing were helping remove old flesh. She knew this would help leave the new skin behind, in effect, keeping the skin healthy and beautiful, for the ladies. Despite her efforts in using all kinds of beautifying treatments, she s

This is the end-all, be-all story (for me that is). It takes place at summer camp again. As I already posted, we had "swim time", in which everyone went swimming in a pool. There were usually two swim times a day, so the girl campers would just walk around in their bikinis all day.  We had a computer games class in which we would pair up and play computer games together. One day, there was this bikini clad girl who looked like a young Julia Voth. Seriously, check my Voth post in the celebrity section, this girl looked just like that, except half the age. Brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin, massive ball shaped outie (the biggest I have ever since in person). Naturally, I couldn't resist and paired up with her.  Damned if I can remember what the game it was we where playing, but as I played it, I notice the girl was scratching her large outie as if she had an itch. To which I cleverly asked "got an itch" as I reached over and tickled her bellybutton with my finger.

I thought I'd give one of my true stories, seeing as I'm new to the site   There was this one time, I was in the park with a girl that I'm close with (and luckily for me and this story, there was no one in the park with us for the duration of this episode), and I know she had a ticklish navel, so whilst I had her in my arms at the park, I saw that the bottom of her shirt had come up, only about a centimetre.  This is one of my usual hooks for trying to get at someone's navel, so I just poked her in that small section of her stomach and started tickling her. After about a minute, we got tired and I noticed her shirt had come up way over her navel, to just below her breasts. She was exhausted from the tickling fight , so she didn't do anything about it. I thought "Good, now it's in the open."  I could have just sat there staring at it for ours, but I couldn't just have that. I wanted one, maybe two, maybe even three better. I stared tickling her nav

I recently had an unbelievable and pretty long experience while travelling in bus. When I entered the bus it was pretty crowded. So somehow I managed to go inside and found a place where I could stand holding the supporting metal rods/pillars of the bus. By chance there was a girl who was eyeing the same spot. We both hold the pillar at same time! Man she was hot!! She was looking around 24-25 yrs and wearing a semitransparrent saree which was worn way below her bellybutton! I couldnt see her bellybutton but could see a lot of her back and sides exposed because of that attire. I got an erection straight away seeing it!! I was dying to touch her silky smooth skin and soon my wish was fulfilled!!  There was a sudden brake due to which she was pressed on to the pillar which I was holding, My left hand was at the level of her Boobs which were pressed pretty hard on it!! My right hand was at the level of her tummy and it pressed deep on it! I enjoyed every moment of it! But was quick in ap

So, yesterday I was texting with a girl I met like a year ago (we had sex once, like 8 months ago, btw, she is like a brunette and fit -and curvy, even though she's fit- version of Taylor Swift, she's too damn hot and beautiful) and we went for dinner... Then we took a walk and decided to have sex again, so we went to a hotel because both of our houses were too far.  Also, she always plays with my belly button, idk why, but whenever I'm stretching or just standing up, she always sticks her fingers in it (sometimes her pinky, sometimes index, every one of them) and it makes me laugh because she has long fingernails! I mention this because this helped me to introduce the subject, I asked her why she always does that, and she just told me that she likes it. Then lifted her shirt and poked her belly button, but she doesn't like it being poked, because she's too ticklish and she hates tickles.  Her belly button is a deep innie (it surprised me because she's fit) and

What good luck I had today. Just when I think the whole belly baring trend is dead, I come across a female who didn't get the memo about showing your tummy in public isn't fashionable any more.  I was at my favorite mall with some friends of mine. As we were entering the mall, a lovely black woman was walking out. She had on black dress pants, blue platform heels, a blue jacket, and a white tube top. Interesting choice of clothing, but I wasn't going to complain about her fashion sense, so long as her bellybutton was showing.  And what a bellybutton it was. A round inbetweenie with a peace sign like design of lines inside. I made sure to walk as close to her as possible to get the best look I could. Thankfully, she wasn't looking in my direction, so I went unnoticed to her. I had to make sure I balled my hand into a fist, because if my fingers were free, I would have surely reached over and stick my finger into her navel to feel all the heavenly details inside, it was

I work in retail and several years ago I had an interesting run-in. This happened over the course of several weeks. Somehow the conversation of piercings came up or something and this blonde-haired chickadee mentioned how she had a cute "adorable" belly button. She never let me see it. I think I asked her if I could but can't remember. I made sure I asked her when I was off the clock because I didn't want to get in trouble. Next time I brought up body shots and she said something about "oh, you mean where they drink from the bellybutton?" And I said "yeah, that's one of the parts of the body you can do it from." I didn't want to come across as obsessive. And then the final time I had told her "I'm glad you wear a name tag or else I'd have to refer to you as the girl with the cute bellybutton". And she smiled self-consciously and started to finger her bellybutton through her shirt. Man, I felt like masturbating.

So I know the subject line might seem a bit strange, but hear me out! :p The first person I ever opened up about my fetish for belly buttons with was my last romantic partner. At first she was not really interested and didn't care much for the sensation, but eventually over time she became more open to it. I don't think she could ever really enjoy it like I did, but at least she got to the point where she didn't mind it. At first, she would only let me touch it with my fingers during sex, because the few times that I licked it she felt the sensation was a little too intense/strange. I was sad I couldn't lick it, but at least playing with it with my fingers was very exciting and enjoyable. This one time she was lying on her back and I was sitting up and playing with it with my fingers while playing with myself with my other hand, when I got an idea. I asked her if I could play with her belly button with my penis instead of my fingers. Even though she had little interest

Hey everybody, while this isn't my first(or last) experience with my belly button fetish, I felt it fitting to share my most memorable one. Please let me know what you think. ***SOME CONTENT MAY BE FOUND EXPLICIT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*** I hadn't seen her in years. And yet, there she was, at the door to the office I worked in. She was a beautiful redhead, with a short, fit, curvy body. We started talking, catching up over the years.. She had been through so much, as had I. And even with all that went on in her life, she still remembered my "interest". I asked her to come over by my side of the desk, just close enough, and asked to see her belly button. She quickly lifted up her shirt, exposing her pale skin..god, her belly button was so perfect. A vertical oval while she was standing, a circle while she sat, surrounded by a flat tummy you could eat off of. I stuck my finger in her innie, just to feel how deep it was. She seemed to like it a little, so I took it a

First I have to tell that english is not my mother language so there may be alot errors. Just wanted to share this with you, this sure did my work days last summer much better. My work mates daughter is an gorgeous young blonde, lovely figure with narrow waist, big bust and tight round butt. I was very happy when she got an summer job at my work place last summer, her sweet cheerful person sure did brighten the dull atmosphere there. For about the first week at the work she used to wear some t-shirts wich just barely did hide her bellybutton, usually her pants were also high enough so only small glimpse of her lower stomach were flashing here and there. Those flashes almost drove me nuts. Last winter her dad told me she had bought a navel piercing, that made me even more curious to see her belly button. Then one day it finally happened, even twice. We were having a coffee break and discussed about what to buy after a pay day wich was coming few days ahead. This girl told me she wanted

I've been married for 3 years now, got 3 kids and my life stays the same ever since. Having sex with my wife is not as fun as before. Her belly is not as sexy as before caused by previous pregnancy but as time passed, her younger sister  Anna (not her real name) became more and more daring becoming sexier than ever. She's 17 now and her seduction towards me is getting stronger. During the first year of my marriage staying at my wife's place, her sister tried many kind of seduction towards me like scratching her belly while lifting her shirt high above her navel, playing with her navel while watching tv when she's sitting next to me, slapping her belly, stretching it while moaning. The funny thing is that she does that only when I'm close to her.    As time passed, she became more daring. 2 years passed, I bought my own house and moved out of my wife's place (bringing my wife and kids ofcourse) my wife's sister looked disapointed. She had that sad looked the

This is a the true story of a friend's late conversion into the navel fetish world. She wrote it as a short story and I read it no so long ago and fell in love with it. It was so sexy yet so well written. She told me she would love to for it to be published somewhere navel lovers could read it. It goes like this: I was 27 the first time someone played with my belly button. I've had a couple of boyfriends and casual relationships, but none of them ever cared to play with my navel at all. I didn't care, I didn't even have an opinion of belly buttons in general at that time. For me, a navel was just a dip on your belly and nothing else. Everyone has one, why should they be sexy? I never even touched my own belly button or played with it at any point of my life previous to my life-changing-event. Oh my, who would have thought that someone playing with your navel would be so good? It all started last summer. I remember it was a Thursday because I entered the nightclub witho

Amy Weber went for a nap in the shade of the tree in her back yard. It was a hot afternoon, so she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Amy laid back against the trunk of the tree and quickly fell asleep. She is awakened by someone moving nearby. It is Sally, Amy's best friend. Apparently, Sally has tied Amy's arms behind the tree, and her t-shirt has risen up, exposing her sensitive pink belly. Sally is looking at the exposed flesh with interest, particularly Amy's puckered navel.  "What are you doing, Sally?" asks Amy. "Untie me!"  "Haven't you ever noticed me looking at your tummy any time it is exposed, even for a second? This is the chance I've been waiting for," said Sally devilishly. Sally lays on her side next to Amy, her face near Amy's silky belly.  "You have the cutest, sexiest bellybutton I have ever seen," cooed Sally. "Such a lovely large oval, with this rim all around it. And the puffy knot deep in the mi

Long ago, in the ancient city-state of Lydia, there ruled a proud and beautiful queen named Omphale. She prided herself on her strength as a queen, and her beauty. And she knew that the most beautiful part of her body was her navel.  She was so enamored of the dimple in her stomach, that she gave herself the name Omphale, which meant “navel” in the local dialect. All her glorious regalia was designed to reveal her stomach, which was soft and fleshy, yet firm. She wanted her belly button to be seen by all. Omphale would often absently finger her navel, and even consciously sometimes. Every time her fingertip found the knot at the very end of her royal innie, she could feel a joyful tingling up and down her spine.  “By the gods,” she would breathe, “this is ecstasy!”  Often for special occasions, such as a royal banquet, Omphale would adorn her navel by inserting a large diamond into it, using a glue made of honey and wax to hold it in place. And when the day was over, the queen would c

It's 1 pm and I'm in my patrol car, cruising between the city streets. It’s a nice day outside, and my shift is over in 30 minutes, so I already have plans for the rest of this beautiful day. The voice of my dispatch operator crackles from my car radio. "Unit 1312, we have a 10-15 with a possible 10-31, 419 Federal Avenue. Investigate possible theft."  “10-4…I’m on my way," I reply. Shit, half an hour before my shift ends, and this happens...unbelievable, I think to myself. I turn on the siren and I head to the crime scene. As I arrive there I see a crowd of people, gathered around something. Something is definitely going on there...I approach and then I see you. You’re standing in the middle, surrounded by the people, who are shouting at you. The minute I see you, I notice how pretty you are and another thing draws my attention even more; it's your outfit. You have some really low jeans on, riding low on your hips, and a short, blue t-shirt, that doesn’t qu